"Oops!" Harry squeaks out, feeling his body be knocked backwards. Cold arms quickly wrap around his waist to catch him.
"Hi." Prince Louis grins. Harry, unable to help himself, grins back, dimples popping out. Prince Louis' eyes zone in on the indents in his cheeks, widening afterwards. "You have dimples?" He gasps out, pressing his thumb into the indent in Harry's cheeks. "That is so fucking cute." The Prince allows himself another moment to examine the dimple, before he drops his hands. "Anyways you look just as exhausted as you did yesterday. I thought you promised you'd make sure to get more sleep?"
"I tried." Harry mumbles, looking down at his ratty converse, one of the only two options of shoes servants have. "I just couldn't fall asleep."
Harry doesn't really know what he was expecting Louis to do, but it definitely wasn't Louis reaching out to grab his hand, lacing their fingers together. "Are you done with your list for today?"
Harry shakes his head, glancing up through his lashes at Louis. "I still have to feed the horses."
"I'll help you." Prince Louis declares, turning around and walking towards the exit of the palace, his grip on Harry's hand pulling the curly haired boy along.
"Prince, it's alright, I can do it. This is my job after all." Harry tells the vampire, who stops abruptly. Louis turns around, his free hand coming up to cup Harry's face.
"First, I told you to call me Louis, not Prince. Second, I want to help you, Harry," Prince Louis tells the curly haired boy, staring into his emerald eyes.
"Sorry, Pri- I mean Louis. But are you su- wait how'd you know my name? I never told you it." Harry asks, stepping back instinctively, despite knowing he couldn't run if he tried due to the grip on his hand and the fact that the vampire is way faster than Harry could ever hope to be.
Prince Louis' eyes go wide, and he looks away, his eyes darting around the room, refusing to land on Harry. "Oh, uh. All the Royals know this things."
Well that's definitely not true, Harry thinks, remembering all the stories he's heard of how vampires in the palace, especially the Royals, treat servants. And they definitely don't call them by their names. Hell there's too many servants for them to possibly know all their names, but he shrugs it off, nodding. Prince Louis smiles and continues walking out to the stables, his hand not leaving Harry's until they step in and Harry pulls away to grab the bucket of food. As usual, he makes his way to Dusty first, with Prince Louis hot on his trail.
"Hey, Dusty." Harry coos, feeding the horse a sugar cube, then patting the top of the horse's head.
"Dusty?" Prince Louis asks, sounding amused.
Harry blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, I kind of named him. He's my favorite." He lowers his voice to a whisper as he admits the last part.
The vampire lets out a fond laugh, shaking his head. "Can I feed him?"
"Of course." Harry responds, holding the bucket of carrots and sugar cubes out for Louis to grab one. Louis opts for a carrot, holding it out for Dusty to gently take from him. Then the two move on to the next horse, Louis grabbing another carrot and holding it out for the horse to take. "What's this one's name?"
"I haven't named him," Harry shrugs, reaching out to rub the horse's ear. "I've only named Dusty."
Prince Louis lets out an overdramatic gasp, clutching at his own grey t-shirt right above his heart. "How dare you? The other horses must feel so hurt."
Harry giggles. "If you want to name him, be my guest."
Prince Louis hums, putting his finger to his chin, cocking his head to the side, pondering. He glances at Harry and then his eyes light up. "I shall call him Larry!"
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Royalty (Larry Stylinson)
FanfictionHarry Styles is nothing but a lowly servant for the Royal Vampire Family, the Tomlinson's. He has never actually met any of them though. The closest he's come to them is talking to his boss, Zayn Malik, who is the prince's butler, and occasional blo...