The Pirate Prince *Larry Stylinson*

Irish Blond

Chapter 12

Louis could be completely honest when he said within his 24 years of living on Earth; he had never shared a bed with anyone before.

But he was forced to share this one, under the condition that Harry stays on the other side.

With his body lying on its side, he found breathing rather difficult when paired with the fact Harry's face was less than two inches away from his own and when the pirate captain's fell asleep, his arms were constricted around him in a near suffocating manner.

Louis had no clue when or how he ended up sleeping with Harry in the bed beside him. All he truly could recall from last night was Harry giving him a new loose shirt and telling him that he had no choice but to sleep in there because he'd make sure no one else would store him away.

Louis kind of figured as much. But he expected it to be as it always had been where he went to bed alone and woke up alone.

Not this time apparently.

He had no clue when Harry snuck in.

Louis wanted to move away but how could he get away without disturbing him...?

Not that Louis's first thought was letting Harry get a good rest; he just didn't want Harry awake to harass him.

They promised to be civil, but Louis wasn't comfortable with the pirate holding and touching him so closely. He still was royalty after all. Not just anyone could touch him.

Louis pushed the thought of being a royal to the back of his head and looked at Harry.

His eyelids remained peacefully shut, his mouth was opened ever so slightly, and overall Harry appeared at the most serene Louis had ever seen him. As the royal continued moving ahead at the slumbering boy he had to admit, Harry when he was sleeping was actually kind of cute.

Not the mysterious-attractive that Louis had seen the night when Harry had been on The Rose, but a more subtle and adorable kind of attractive.

Now that they were up close, Louis could actually see the imperfections that marred Harry's face. From afar, ever since Louis winded up on One Direction it had appeared that Harry was entirely void of any scarring or deformities.

Louis could see the fading scars.

One over his nose that appeared to have been from a sword of some kind. On his chin and seemingly extending toward his neck, Louis was pretty sure there had been a massive burn. Across his cheek there may have been another sword cut, and it was slightly darker than the others that were already melting into Harry's skin permanently so it must have happened more recently.

He couldn't help but wonder how Harry received these. What had he been fighting for? Who had actually been able to mark his face? No doubt the person who'd done so was deceased if Louis thought about it, but it was fascinating.

Harry was always thought to be invincible.

Those scars, even if they were hardly noticeable, they still existed and were a reminder of Harry's humanity.

Over his forehead, Louis could make out what she thought to be another long swished scar. Against her more rational side, he suddenly began inching her way closer to see if he seeing right.

"Are you going to back away or will I have to scream for help?"

Louis instantly tried to pull away in surprise, but when he did he found himself unable to.

His mouth formed an 'o' as he glanced at Harry who still had his eyes closed; however his mouth was pulled into a slight smirk.

Embarrassed at being caught, Louis sputtered, "W-what!? No, I wasn't—"