Prince of the Seven Seas - l.s

Chapter 20

"Argh! Harry!"

The words echoed throughout the dead silent room as Louis's eyes snapped opened with a loud groan while he felt his tense body begin to relax on top of the mattress.

Panting heavily, Louis took only two seconds to realize what just happened to him.

With his heart still racing unbelievably fast, he brought his right hand out from the covers beneath him to run over his face that was sweating out bullets at a speed swifter than what he'd like. Grunting as he sat up, he tried to adjust his legs that were beginning to drip with the sticky liquid.

"Fuck..." He mumbled out, but just as he did he found his lungs squeezing within his chest painfully. His hand moved to his mouth before he proceeded to cough repeatedly.

He was just glad he was alone in the room. If anyone had heard that, they'd know—

Louis found his whole body going rigid the moment he turned his gaze toward the wall near the door.

Eleanor and Niall stood with their backs facing him, their hands over their ears as they just stood there.

They heard him.

"What the hell are you two doing in here!?" He managed to wheeze out, his body shook from his jerk to pull up the sheet to cover his noticeably bare chest.

He didn't even remember taking off his shirt last night. But that was the last thing on his mind.

Both Niall and Eleanor were in the room when he woke up from his dream after he screamed that. They both knew what happened, especially if they were so far away.

This was incredibly fucked up.

Niall slowly moved his hands from over his ears to face Louis, his face had a nervous smile as he regarded the royal awkwardly, "Nice to see you're awake, Your Highness..."

"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. In. Here?" Louis deadpanned, his eyes narrowing, "And exactly how much did you hear!?" His teeth gritted and his right hand clenched the sheets in his grasps tightly. The feeling in his left arm was better than it had been before, and only a dull sore was on it, but Louis didn't dare suddenly use it and cause the intense pain to come upon it again.

"Well—"

"I'm so sorry, Lou!" Eleanor intervened; she turned around with her hands covering over her eyes, her cheeks indefinitely flushed into a deep red while she anxiously gave a small noise of embarrassment, "This is really embarrassing, I know! But I really hope you aren't mad! It's not our fault we're in here! You have a fever so Harry told me to come in here while he was out to make sure I keep it down! When I came in, I didn't think you'd be... You know..."

Niall fitted his hands into his pockets with a whistle, "I came in some time after Eleanor if that helps at all?"

Louis's rage and embarrassment heightened, and it wasn't even because of the fact that Eleanor and Niall knew he literally just had a wet dream about Harry, but it was probably from the fact that from Eleanor's words, it was safe to assume that Harry had been in here from the start of his dream.

His body was hot and Louis found his mind lapsing back to the dream he had just awoken from.

It was hard to remember the details by now which was a good thing.

He couldn't believe this.

If Harry heard him, he'd have to jump overboard.

With his head rested downward, Louis grunted with a glare down at the sheets. His pants were still wet from his release and he found himself growing more flustered when the fact that these were actually Harry's pants came to mind.