Prince of the Seven Seas (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 3

“Do you really have to stand there?” Louis groaned with a sigh.

After Louis had been escorted to the upper levels of the ship and he had been forced to endure the degrading shouts and sneering exclamations from the various members of the ship’s crew while he followed after Harry who simply laughed at his men’s words as though they were sharing nothing but jokes, Louis had ended up in Harry’s cabin. While pulling Louis’s collar, Harry guided him to a door in the back that led to a bedroom.

It was far smaller from Louis’s own room back at his own palace, and far dirtier. The smell of salt water and algae had been near over-whelming. Harry then began to the rear of the room where a furnace was placed.

Already knowing how those of low class took bathes when the time was given, Louis found himself groaning with a hand to his temple when Harry pulled out the large bathing tub near the lightly burning fireplace.

He had expected Harry to leave once he got settled and aware of where the soap and cleaning devices were, but the captain just stood by the door… Watching him.

Marking the reason why Louis didn’t want to take off his clothes and enter the tub.

“It’s my room.” Harry replied with a shrug, his expression neutral.

Though that was a point to consider, Louis knew it was all bullshit.

“You’re a captain. You should be making sure your ship is alright, shouldn’t you? Not standing in here watching me.” Louis heavily insisted with a cringe to his facial features.

The idea of Harry watching him take off his clothes and take a bath was a thought that sent shivers down the royal’s back. It was creepy not to mention repulsive. Someone like him didn’t have a right to look at him in plain form let alone without anything clothing.

Harry’s eyes twinkled in amusement, “I suppose you’re right. But I have to make sure you don’t try to escape. You’re a prisoner on my ship, remember?”

It was hard to forget.

“I don’t see what the problem is… Take off your clothes and get into the tub before the water chills.” Harry insisted with a wave of his hand, his tone more impatient than it previously was.

“The problem is—“

“That was an order. Don’t you dare think for a second you can disrespect an order from your captain.”

Louis halted his words instantly, a scowl fleeting to his lips as he gazed at the curly haired pirate that expectantly eyed him, a strange look of amusement seemed evident within his green eyes and Louis found himself at a dead end.

If he still protested, he knew death wasn’t an outcome…

Noticing the hesitance, Harry scoffed, “I’ll be sure to tell Eleanor that the reason the two of you will never see the other again is due to the fact that you’re too much of a Lady to take off your clothes and take a bath. Hah. I wonder what she’ll have to say to that.”

Even if the words were stated so airily, something in Louis’s brain told him Harry wasn’t lying.

Running a hand through his hair he let out a grunt, “Okay! Okay! Shit, I’ll take a bath with you watching me then!” Turning away from the captain that still managed to maintain a straight-face, Louis went to work with ripping off his shirt as quickly as he could.

Right as he threw off all of his top pieces to the ground and he knew he just had to fit off his layer of bottoms, he took a quick breath as his hands cuffed around the elastic. He could practically feel Harry’s eyes narrowed in on him while he managed to get the last of his clothing off,