Louis was a nervous wreck. In a few minutes, 16 girls would be walking through the front door, and he would have to choose one of them to be his wife.
The social planner, Margo, ran around like a crazy person.
"Places, places everyone! Louis, what the hell are you doing? Go stand in the front like I told you. Jake, is that your name? Oh, sorry, Harry, I need you to go stand by the wall. Alright, everyone, hurry up!" She screamed.
Louis stood in his place, and glanced at Harry.
They had Harry wear a suit, and it looks really good on Harry, but he looked very uncomfortable. He kept scratching at his arms and back, like it was pulling at his skin. At first it was a little scratch, but now Harry was relentlessly scratching all over his body.
"Hey!" Louis yelled at a designer.
She quickly ran over.
"Yes, Prince Louis?"
"Will you go get Harry a bigger suit? That one is too small for him."
She nodded.
"Of course!"
"Mr. Styles? Prince Louis requested for you to have a bigger suit. Please come with me." The designer said.
Harry went with her, and looked at Louis. He was staring at Harry.
Thank you. Harry mouthed to Louis.
Anything for you. Louis mouthed back.
Harry blushed and walked with the designer.
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"Girls, girls! I'm going to need you to line up, and we will all meet Prince Louis one at a time." Margo said.
"Hi Louis! I'm Angela."
"Hi Louis! I'm Karen."
"Hi Louis! I'm Emeli."
It went on like that until all 16 of them had introduced themselves to Louis.
"Alright, let's go to the dress hall to show you your dressing rooms!"
Two girls linked arms with Louis.
Louis looked for Harry.
He was nowhere to be seen.
Louis shrugged it off. He figured he had gone to the bathroom or something.
As he walked in the hallway with the girls, he suddenly heard screaming. He looked around. Nobody else had seemed to hear it. He ignored it.
Then, two minutes later, he heard it again.
Nobody noticed but Louis.
"H-hey, girls. Why don't you all go to the dress hall, I'll catch up later."
"Aww." They all said in unison.
Louis quickly walked away.
He heard the scream again. He ran towards the scream.
He ran down stairs.
Until he finally reached the source.
"N-no! I'm sorry! Please! Please stop! Pleaseeee!" He heard screams.
Louis immediately stiffened up. He knew that voice.
Harry.
"God dammit, shut the fuck up you disgusting worthless little shit!" He heard cracks and more screaming.
"AHHHH! Somebody help me! Please!"
"Nobody's gonna help you, you little piece of shit!"
Louis burst into the room.
"What the FUCK is going on in here?"
What he saw, he will never forget.
Harry was crumpled up on the floor, bleeding from his stomach and face. He had burn marks all over his body.
He saw someone who he didn't know, with a whip, and a torch in his hand.
"Get the fuck out of here now before I beat the shit out of you myself!"
The man ran out of the room.
"Harry! Oh my god, Harry! Oh god, please be OK."
