sword ◦ larry stylinson

XXIV

[A/N]: The information isn't accurate at all because I haben't done research about middle ages in a looooong time. All is fiction and made up. I have no idea if there's a messenger's hut or whatever.

chapter twenty-fourth

There's a weight on Harry. It's quite heavy and something's tickling his ear. He stirred, fluttering his eyes open. The overwhelming beam of the sun rays immediately greeted him unpleasantly. He rose a hand up to shield his eyes from it.

Louis' on top of him.

Well, no, not completely smothering but his arm was around Harry's waist and his bottom half was practically covering the sword smith's. Harry smiles. Louis' lips are slightly parted because there's puffs of air being exhaled every second. Harry pulled back at the sight of his sleeping prince. Louis asleep was rare. Harry's seen it a few times, but it was mostly Louis who woke up first. He was always the one who got to stare at Harry.

Now Harry was staring at him.

The prince's hair was disheveled. It was a mess and most of it was falling down on Louis' forehead like the usual. The shadows of his eyelashes were casted down to his cheekbones delicately. They were long and looked like they were taken care of. Louis' eyes were closed and Harry leaned extra close just to press a very gentle kiss on each eyelid. The happiness swimming in those blue eyes always sparked up something inside Harry. All he wanted was a happy Louis. His lips were still as perfect as ever, pink and soft. Harry kissed his little button nose before pulling away.

The sun's surely out of its sheath. It has risen and it was early in the morning. Harry started to grow panic, wondering how they could go back with the busy kingdom but Louis had planned something, and it was already laid out. They were both fine. Harry knew Louis would never put them and their relationship at risk. Louis told him that once;

The prince had already slid out of his boots and into Harry's not-so-comfortable bed. Harry was standing by the bed, hands fidgety, "But... how will you get back tomorrow morning? People would be busy and it'd be strange for you to come out of here in such an early morning. Also, the other might find you and-"

"I put everything under control, darling." Louis reached to Harry's hands, pulling Harry to stand between his legs. Louis nuzzled his face to Harry's shirt clad tummy.

"Tell me." Harry pleaded.

Louis chuckled, "Cuddle me first."

Louis did. Hr positioned themselves until Harry's face is on his neck, using Louis' arm as a pillow while the prince's other is over his stomach where both their free hand had intertwined. Louis started, "I am going to wake up before curfew even ends and no hint of the sun and light is seen. Guards will be patrolling, but it's easier to sneak inside the castle and up in my room if it's dark. I am in no harm, lovely."

"I just..." Harry had pouted, "I do not wish for you to get hurt at all. I want you to be safe every time and I want you to return to me as much as possible."

"I'm yours, my dear." Louis smiles, pressing a kiss to his head.
But right then, there were no worries. He got Louis practically on top of with him with their fingers tangled. His leg was starting to fall asleep, so Harry slowly started to move without waking Louis. It was effective, quite, because at the slightest move, Louis groaned and he turned his back towards the sword smith, removing as much contact as possible. Harry chuckled and he moved after the prince, wrapping an arm around his torso before leaning down to kiss his temple. He sat up after, stretching his muscular arms up in te air to make his blood flowing. He really needed to move himself more in the morning. His arms and muscles are starting to ache these past few days.