Larry Stylinson One Shots

Royal Affairs

here's a one-shot inspired by the Red, White & Royal Blue dynamic, with Harry and Louis in an alternate universe where Harry is a member of the British royal family, and Louis is the son of the President of the United States.

The first time Louis met Harry Styles, it was at a diplomatic gala in London. The British prince was all charm and polish, a halo of perfectly styled curls and an infuriatingly charming grin. Louis, being the son of the U.S. President, had grown up around plenty of polished smiles and political maneuvering. But something about Harry's grin made his blood boil.

From that night on, there was an undeniable tension between them. It was hardly surprising—Prince Harry was duty-bound, polished, and reserved, while Louis was outspoken, often impulsive, and wore his heart on his sleeve. Their clashing personalities became legendary among their friends, and the press ate up every moment of it.

That was, until an incident in Paris. Both Louis and Harry were representing their countries at a United Nations charity gala, and after an evening of snide remarks and pointed comments, they ended up alone in an elevator on the way to their rooms.

"Did you have to be so smug in front of the cameras?" Louis muttered, folding his arms.

Harry raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. "I wasn't being smug. Perhaps it's just the effect I have on you."

Louis scoffed, glancing away, but his heart was racing. "The only effect you have on me is raising my blood pressure."

The silence that followed was electric. Louis didn't look at Harry, but he could feel Harry's gaze on him, heavy and intense.

And then Harry took a step closer.

"Do I really?" Harry's voice was soft, his usual playful tone replaced by something deeper. Louis swallowed, his breath hitching as Harry leaned in, his green eyes holding Louis's gaze.

When Harry's lips met his, it was like a dam breaking. Louis kissed him back with all the intensity he'd been holding in for years, fingers tangling in Harry's hair as Harry pulled him close. The kiss was a clash of fire and restraint, each of them trying to hold back and failing.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless.

"This can't happen," Harry whispered, but his voice was unsteady, his hand still resting on Louis's cheek.

"I know," Louis replied, but he didn't step away.

From that moment, everything changed. Their encounters became stolen moments in the shadows—glances exchanged across crowded rooms, late-night phone calls, and brief, heart-pounding meetings in hidden corners of embassies and hotels. The press continued to capture their public rivalry, blissfully unaware of the secret burning between them.

After months of sneaking around, they found themselves in New York City, where Harry was representing the royal family for an event at the British Consulate. Louis knew he shouldn't risk it, but he couldn't resist texting Harry, suggesting they meet on the rooftop overlooking the city.

Harry was already waiting for him when he arrived, wrapped in a long coat and looking out over the city skyline. Louis approached quietly, slipping his arms around Harry from behind.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" Harry murmured, a smile tugging at his lips as he leaned into Louis's embrace.

"Maybe I am," Louis replied, pressing a kiss to the back of Harry's neck. "The world could use a little scandal, don't you think?"

Harry turned in his arms, his expression softening as he looked at Louis. "You'd survive a scandal. But I'd lose everything."

Louis's teasing expression faltered, and he searched Harry's eyes, realizing just how much Harry was risking for him. "I don't want to be the reason you lose anything," he said softly.