Larry One Shots

Royalty Calls

Source: me lol
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2774
Summary: There's so many princes willing to actually marry him. And no, Louis doesn't think he can do this, he doesn't want to. He doesn't have interest in any of them and there's this amazingly beautiful boy on the end whom he doesn't know which is weird because he knows all the princes, but this one looks remarkable and he wants his name. And of course his name happens to be Harry, "silly thinks he's funny Harry", who took his brothers spot at meeting Louis and looks at Louis like he is the sun, and he doesn't have the biggest of kingdoms, but he truly loves him. Louis lets the other boys think they have a chance but he knows he's gonna pick Harry. It will always be Harry.

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There's too many people, Louis thinks. There's well over one hundred people standing in front of him. Or below him, actually, since he's on the balcony overlooking the ballroom with his mother. The princes and princesses are down there with their mothers and fathers, only adding to the population. And Louis hadn't thought that there were that many people willing to marry him.

"I can't do this, Mum," he says, turning around to face his mother, "there's excessive amount of royalty down there. And the majority of them are women! How in the lord am I going to announce that I don't want any of those women?!" he whisper shouts at her.

The queen, Jay, shakes her head slowly, holding Louis still, "Louis, you will be perfectly fine. We will make an announcement for the princesses to leave and then you can go chat with all of the princes," she tells him. He nods, and steps behind her and his father, who sighs at his sons cowardly action of moving farther back.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could ask all of the princesses to move into the north dining hall. Our guards will show you the way," Louis' fathers voice bounces across the walls, loud and clear. His mum glances back at her son, raising her eyebrows. Louis scrambles to stand up straight and posh, as he was slouching with his ankles crossed before. He strides towards her, taking her arm in his before descending down the stairs.

All of the princes are down there with their parents, a couple arguing with them. "What seems to be the problem?" Louis' father speaks out, raising his eyebrows at the couple people still debating.

"Uh, your highness, I was not informed by my parents that I was putting myself up for grabs to be married to Prince Louis. They had only told me there was a grand meeting in the ballroom-"

"You don't have to do this, if you don't want to," Louis' mother interrupts the boy, "not everyone is into men and that is respected by us. If anyone here has no desire to be married to another man, you may quietly leave now," she speaks, gesturing towards the doors. Quite a lot of people leave too, but that's what happens when kings and queens of other kingdoms need a suitable spouse for their child. Most times the women don't even get a choice nor are they told that they're going to a palace to win place as queen.

There are then fifteen princes left. Prince Damien of the Southern Isles, Prince Zayn of Agrabah, Prince Edward of Andalasia, Prince Hanse of Hakalo, Prince Niall of Arendelle, Prince James of DunBroch, Prince John of Nottingham, Prince Liam of Auradon, Prince Eugene of Quaintinia, Prince Alexander of Enchancia, Prince Fin of Weselton, Prince Augustus of Borduria, Prince Stephen of the Marivella Islands, and finally Prince Phillip of Genovia. At least, that's how they're lined up, with one on the end he doesn't recognize.

Louis takes a good look at all the boys in front of him. He knows for a fact that he doesn't like Prince Damien, for secretly grabbing his arse intentionally at a royal ball was not something professional nor was it necessary. He then cancels out Alexander and Hanse, because from what he is told they are too focused on parties than they are about taking care of others or running a kingdom even.