Milk and Honey

"Louis, how come we can't choose the people we want to marry? How come they are already chosen for us?" The boy with the milky skin color asked the honey colored older boy. Laying down looking up at the stars in the sky. "Well, Harry it's complicated.." The honey colored boy replied. "At least pray that your future wife will be nice, and knows how to clean, cook and well, just do things like that, yeah?" 

"But, Louis... I don't want a wife. Just because I'm the son of the king of Britain doesn't mean they can choose who I have to marry and spend my life with."  The milky colored boy said, his eyebrows furrowing.  

"Well, just don't worry about it right now, love. We are too young to think about that." The honey colored boy replied, thumb brushing the future king of Britain's cheek. "Thank you, future king of nothing." Harry  Edward Styles, the future king of Britain said, to the peasant boy, Louis William Tomlinson. As he pulled him into an embrace, so tightly Louis could feel his skin prickle at the sensation of Harry's warm breath on the side of his neck. Harry's face was huddled into Louis neck. "Harry- I" Louis stuttered trying to find his words. "What, love?" Harry said whispering in Louis ear. Louis could feel the softness of Harry's lips on his neck.  "Never mind." Louis said, not wanting to ruin this moment. He was a peasant, a poor peasant who was only granted in the castle because of Harry. A poor peasant who only wore worn out rags for clothing, a poor peasant Harry gave his clothes to. Not the suits, god forbid the suits. The black shirts, and jeans, shorts and sometimes even underwear. Every time Louis would protest, but Harry wasn't having it. Him being 2 years younger then Louis didn't matter. He was the future king of Britain, and whatever he said went.  

Now what a tragic story would it be if the peasant confessed his love, for the king of England? What a even more tragic story would it be if the king found out his best friend, the peasant was a homosexual?