Niam One Shots

10- Fall For Me

10- Fall For Me

"But Master Niall! The Queen clearly says you must wed before the first yellow leaves of autumn drop. It is only January now, but you need time to make preparations!" Niall rolled his eyes, waving his hands out dismissively to what the worker said.

"How many times have I told you Harry? When it's you and I, you call me Nialler or Niall. None of this Master or Prince nonsense." Harry chuckled at the blonde boy in front of him, shaking his head.

"You are the Prince of Ireland, I kind of have to call you master regardless." Harry pointed out, and Niall scoffed. "And I'm only twenty years of age, why on earth do I have to get married!?" The prince-like maturity Niall usually portrayed began to slip as he became stubborn and whiny.

"You know the Queen and King would like you to marry the man of your choice--marriage equality is a big deal to this family. For you to come out as gay in a way such as dedicating yourself to another man by law would be huge for the Morguiness Kingdom."

Niall sighed, knowing the housemaid was right. "I know, I know. It's just not fair." The boy pouted, poking his lip out. "It isn't," Harry agreed. "But life isn't fair. That's the way things work in this kingdom, and there's no way to change that." With a pat on the back, the worker now stood up from his seat across Niall.

"Get some sleep, Prince. Your big day is tomorrow; there will be so many fit princes, there's no way your soulmate isn't there." He kissed the blonde's head before shutting the light off and softly closing the door as he left.

"Okay Prince Niall, on the end of the countdown you start your descent down the main staircase, understand? You are to walk until you reach the bottom where Mr. Tomlinson awaits you. He will then take you to the center of the room where we announce the start of the night, and each prince will line up to dance with you. Do you understand, Master?" The head guard spoke quickly into Niall's ear as he nodded, listening intently.

"I do understand Mr. Higgins, thank you. When does the countdown begin?" He looked to his right, waiting a response from the guard.

"As soon as the King and Queen have arrived and taken their seats where they shall watch your interaction with the other young Princes. Which is....now." Mr. Higgins tapped a finger to his headset, glancing at the Prince. Niall's heartbeat quickened a bit, now alert as he was to begin his descent.

"Guards please slowly begin to open the doors to the grand staircase, thank you. And here we go, the countdown begins. Off you are, Prince Niall, on the 1. Ten..Nine..Eight..Seven.."

Niall was glad to have Mr. Higgins as the head guard signaling his descent, because he was very calming and informed Niall of every detail to happen that night.

"Six..Five..Four..Three..Two..And one. Go now, Master." With a slight nudge to his lower back, Niall stepped through the now open doors and stood atop the staircase. He straightened himself out as he felt the eyes of hundreds on him, waiting for his walk down the steps.

As he went down, he made eye contact with his parents sitting in their Royal seats, and saw as they nodded their approval at him. His mother gave him a warm smile, his father with a proud look in his eyes.

Looking around, he saw his close friends and staff members around the bottom of the steps. Ms. Edwards, the head maid--known to him in private as Perrie. Mr. Malik, or Zayn as the head Butler, and his father's righthand-man.

And finally Mr. Tomlinson or Louis who was the Prince's own righthand-man, as a lower but still high ranked butler than Zayn.

On his last few steps, Louis held a hand out for him to take. Niall reached for it, giving the crowd another once over before connecting his hand with Mr. Tomlinson. As his eyes caught the gaze of another pair, he lost his footing. He stumbled and landed in a heap at Louis' feet, only to hear the crowd collectively gasp.