Captive. (ls)

27. Blue

Important, important part of Louis' past in this chapter. Enjoy x

"Louis!" He cried out, hands flailing out to grab onto the ledge with tense arms.

I blushed softly and glanced at his scrunched up face before bursting out into a obnoxious laugh, hands reaching out to rub the shampoo off of his face. Cooing softly, amongst the muffled laughs that I was trying to conceal, I helped to tilt his chin up towards the steady stream of water that poured from the shower head.

"You're such a prick!" He grumbled, blinking rapidly when the stream of water flushed his eye.

He swung his arm back, to hit my stomach, I'm guessing, but his aim was never the best, and my lower area received quite the hit.

I groaned and fell forwards, not even realizing that I was on the floor of the shower stall until I peeked up to see Harry crouching over me with concerned eyes. Despite the pain I was feeling, my heart clenched in adoration at how Harry was swiping away the wet hair from my face. He was directly beneath the spray of water, and his curls were loosely hanging in a sopping mess of darkened, straggly strands. There were water droplets running down his body, and his lashes were wetly stuck together from earlier.

"You okay?" He giggled softly, and I just now realized that his hand was stroking my thigh, "I didn't mean to whack you in the balls."

Rolling my eyes, I slowly shuffled onto my feet, "Yeah, well it looks like you won't be getting any dick this morning."

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I placed a light hand on Harry's back and helped to guide him towards the kitchen, occasionally sneaking a peek at how his thin body limped over to his left side with each step.

Harry caught me staring and his eyes crinkled up in find amusement, "Haven't you gotten sick of staring at my ass already? You've just taken up an hour of my palace tour time with your needs."

I laughed softly and pushed the swinging door open, letting Harry walk in, "You didn't seem to have a problem with it when you were sobbing my name-"

"Good morning, gentlemen."

Both of our heads tilted up, and I felt Harry's body shrink back into my arms. I sent a confused look at the trembling boy in my arms but he didn't respond, simply kept his head down and stared at his feet.

"Hello, father. I didn't think that you were home today," I hummed, helping Harry onto the chair at the dining table.

The only thing I saw as a reaction from Harry was the back of his head, his face hidden behind the messy waves that acted as a curtain for him.

"I proposed an idea to the guards, " he spoke, moving closer to me while his medals glistened from the sun beaming through the windows, "That maybe you should take Harry through the palace today. Show him a few of the rooms you used to stay in when you were younger."

Harry mumbled a few words but they weren't audible enough for me to hear.

"I've already shown him my room, and all the other public rooms, father," he tried to shut him down quickly.

I wanted to spend some quality time with Harry together in my family home, but the King was only being a nuisance by pushing activities on us. Quite frankly, I wasn't in the mood for his antics and games.

"I mean where you used to keep your slaves."

Harry's head picked up at this, and I felt my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. When I was younger, I spoiled what slaves I got for my birthdays to the point where I was left trying to figure out what else I could get them because I had already boughten everything I could ever want.