[Sequel to Don't Stay Up All Night]
Just as Prince Louis thought he had gotten rid of Harry, he runs into the boy again while he is in Vaelle, a neighbouring kingdom, to marry their princess.
It was the morning of the wedding. Danielle got up extra early to get ready for her big day. She took her bath and sat in her robe in front of her vanity while the stylist did her hair.
The castle was full of life. Last minute changes were being made to the decorations. The bridesmaids were getting changed into their dresses. Servants ran up and down the hall, bringing food and water for the princess so she would not faint on the aisle.
Louis was in his room. Larry sat on his bed, trying to chew off the tiny red bow tie that Louis had put around her neck. "I don't want to do this." Larry cried, clawing at the fabric.
"All you have to do is carry the pillow with the rings on it down the aisle. Once the ceremony is over, you can go back to doing whatever it is you do." Louis told Larry. He loosened her bow tie so that it would not be so uncomfortable.
"Why do I have to be the ring bearer for a couple I wish would split up?" Larry ranted. "Why would anyone trust a cat with the rings anyways?"
In Harry's bed, the boy was sprawled across the mattress. Harry lay on his front with his face buried in his pillow. The mess of his curly hair fell around his head, resembling a mop.
A hand shook him awake. Harry jolted up. "Modeste, for the last time, let me sleep. Cake is on the trolley. Bread and biscuits are on the counter." Harry huffed impatiently. His eyes opened. A gasp left his lips. His eye lit up instantly. "Dad?"
Liam smiled at Harry. He pulled his son into an embrace. Zayn joined in on the hug.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked. "I better not be dreaming."
"Louis invited us." Liam informed, showing Harry the wedding invitation and the letter Louis had written.
In pretty handwriting, the letter wrote:
Dear Zayn and Liam(I'm sorry I don't know your last names.),
This is Prince Louis.
How are you? I hope you are well. Harry seems well. I'm sure he has written to you.
I am to be married to Princess Danielle and would like to invite you to Vaelle to attend my wedding on the 4th of February. I will arrange for transport and a place to stay for both of you. Costs will also be covered by me.
It would be a pleasure to have you. Harry would probably be excited to see you again. I look forward to your reply.
Yours truly,
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Louis Tomlinson
Prince of Ariak
Harry's eyes darted over each word, scanning the letter.
"Didn't Louis tell you that he invited us?" Zayn inquired.
"No, he didn't." Harry stated. He had never heard Louis mention it at all.
"Strange." Zayn commented. "Maybe he wanted to surprise you. You know, at first I thought this was some kind of prank." Zayn flicked a finger at the paper. "But no harm done coming, right?
"Are the both of you on good terms now?" Liam asked. "I heard from Ruth that you and Louis visited her together."
"We're on speaking terms?" Harry's response unintentionally sounded like a question.
"You're on sharing-a-bed terms." Zayn corrected.
"It was really weird though." Harry sighed.
"By the way, happy birthday, Harry." Liam butted in.
"I can't believe we couldn't celebrate with you this year." Zayn expressed.
"I'm just glad I get to see you at all. I really missed you." Harry said.
"We missed you too." Liam spoke for both Zayn and himself.
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Okay. I know nobody signs at the centre of the paper but that is what Wattpad made it like so IT IS WHAT IT IS.
