The Pirate Prince *Larry Stylinson*

Fever

Warnings: some stuff...

Chapter 21

"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. He was having a wet dream about Harry!!!

"Shit..." 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.

Ellie 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 vision went black for a second as he sat up, his body shook 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, Harry left her alone and he had laid down to let his dizziness fade... and that was it.

Both Niall and Ellie were in the room when he woke up from his dream after she 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!" Ellie intervened; she turned around 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! 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 Ellie if that helps at all?"

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

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

He couldn't believe this.

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

"Before I woke up... Please tell me it wasn't obvious..." he breathed out weakly.

Finally, Niall shrugged, "Well, when you say obvious, does moaning out 'Harry, ughh Harry, oh, Harry!' count?"

Louis could kill himself.