♕ Prince Protection Program ♕// Larry A.U.

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Louis's P.O.V.

Vibrant arrays of blue and green soon turn sour as the helicopter flies directly over a dark ocean, above what looks to be an isolated island, whimsical and vacant. It's much darker than the area we were once in, my country, as beautiful as it may have once been.

Agent Styles has yet to say anything or explain why those violent men came into the palace, the only reasoning that they are trying to attack my country. Alinora is not to be messed with, and they will regret ever trying to do so.

If I can just be released from this damn helicopter.

The helicopter shakes a bit as we land on a smooth lead way in the middle of a forest. What the hell?

Agent Styles turns the engine off and steps out of the drivers seat, quick to open my door of the helicopter. I'm beyond freaked out as she extends a hand, barely giving me time to comprehend that I may just die.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Tomlinson. I am only here to help you. We must get inside before you are seen, as we may have been followed." Her green eyes glisten with comfort, something she could be faking, but I take her hand anyway. There is something trusting behind her tone. "Come."

She helps me down the steps of the copter and leads me to a large iron door that's hidden behind two large palm trees, touching her fingertips to some sort of keypad. The device reads her hand, and the doors slide open immediately, as if her hands were the keys. Woah.

She walks inside a large iron box and I'm hesitant to walk in after her. My hands are shaking a bit, and I jump when the door closes behind me. I feel her hand on my back, trying to comfort me, but it's only drawing me closer to the edge.

"Welcome to Prince Protection Headquarters Louis." She speaks clearly and my eyebrows furrow.

"What does that me-"

My eyes go wide in confusion when the other side of the box opens up, and light comes into the darkness. A large white room gleams in front of me, and vertical of myself sits a large front desk, with a man talking into a headset and typing on a computer. Around him people walk quickly past him, several of them, as if they're on a mission to get a task done. My head whizzes as I step into the room and a woman runs past me with hot drinks in her hands.

"Don't be afraid Louis," I can feel the small of  Agent Styles' hand on my back, and I turn to meet her green irises. "These people are here to help you."

I'm more than confused when another woman stops in front of me before I can say another word. She folds her hands in front of her, and smiles widely, a reassuring gaze trying to captivate me.

"Welcome, Mr.Tomlinson. If you are confused as to where you are, allow me to explain. This is the Prince and Princess Protection Agency, an agency only funded by all the Royal countries around the world. Whoever attacked your kingdom, cannot find you now. This is a place only we have access to. Come."

I'm hesitant to follow, but once Agent Styles looks at me again, I'm not anymore. She gives me a look of reassurance and guides me to follow the blond haired lady.

"I've never heard of this place." My eyes gaze over the multiple televisions on the walls, filled with pictures and videos of royalty. Some look like servalliance, others are maps with red bulletins in them, most likely of places that have been targeted. Women and Men in front of me stand while we walk, with "normal" clothes on, a tailor measuring their bodies. Some of them smile at me, but others give me looks of dread. Is that what I'm going to look like?