The Prince's Heart (Ziall, Niam)

Chapter 3

"Are you sure you don't need any more guards, sire?" Zayn asked as Harry fixed my clothes for the day. Today I'm wearing a simple white v-neck shirt and very loose pants. The only times I get to wear comfortable and loose clothes are during night time and when I have no plans for the entire day, which comes very rarely.

"I’m fine" I smiled. "Its better this way, so I won't attract any attention. Speaking of-- why aren't you dressed yet?"

"I am dressed sir" Zayn said.

I rolled my eyes playfully. "You can't go out in that. Its gonna attract people's attention" I looked at Calum, one of the other servants in the castle who happens to be waiting in my room, and said, "Dress him up, yeah? And explain the entire going-to-town thing" 

Calum nodded and lead Zayn to another room, leaving Harry and I alone.

"He likes you" Harry said matter-of-factly as he straightened out the creases on my shirt. 

"He doesn't" I rolled my eyes as I sat on the bed and Harry prepared my shoes.

"He was staring at you the entire time. And when I removed your clothes, he looked like he wanted to kill me"

I blushed. Was he really? I can just imagine his dark eyes hardening as Harry undresses me, but slowly softening again as he scans through my body. I shivered a bit as I thought of the things Zayn and I would have possible done if Harry and Calum weren't around. Thanks to Zayn's face and eyes and the way he talks and speaks and thanks to my weakness when it comes to men.

"That was the same reaction I got from Liam when he saw me doing the same thing" Harry chuckled as he finished tying my shoe laces and I froze.

Fuck. Snap out of it Niall! You have Liam, remember? 

As if Harry was reading my mind, or as if the world wanted me to feel extra guilty, Harry said, "he likes you a lot you know, he looks at you like you’re the moon. Take care of him, yeah? Don't break his heart, Liam's a proper lad, you don't see boys like him around anymore"

I gulped and tried to shake the guilty feeling off. What do I have to feel guilty about? It’s not like I'm cheating on Liam. I'm pretty glad to spend the rest of my life with Liam, thinking about doing bad thinks with Zayn won't change what I feel about Liam.

"Course I will" I huffed. There was a knock on the door and my jaw nearly dropped when I saw who it was.

It was none other than Zayn of course, and he looked so fucking good in a leather jacket. Zayn looked like a proper bad boys in his ripped jeans, dirty shirt and my new favourite leather jacket with leather boots. 

"Are you ready to go?" I asked him. He nodded, eyes not leaving the floor. From the way he was shuffling around, I can tell he was very uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just not used to not wearing my armour sire. How will I protect you if something bad happens?" Zayn asked a little timidly.

"I'm pretty sure Paul taught you to fight and defend yourself even without your armour or weapons didn't he?" Harry said. Zayn nodded a little embarrassedly, his eyes staring at the floor again. "But just in case, bring as many subtle weapons as you can"

"I-I already did" Zayn mumbled, blushing slightly. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Zayn looks really embarrassed. "I'm sorry your highness, I was taught as well to be alert and ready at all times"

"Its fine, its fine" I waved my hand around. "Let's go? I don't want sunset to reach us"

Zayn nodded and we both proceeded, along with Harry and Calum, to the stables where Luke and Michael have prepared horses for us.