Royalty (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Eleven

The two soulmates walk out of the barn after feeding the horses, Harry's last chore of the day. "Larry is so cute," Louis sighs happily, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek. 

"Dusty is cuter." Harry shrugs, biting back a smile as Louis turns to him, playfully outraged.

"Nobody is cuter than Larry."

Harry holds his hand (the one that isn't tangled with Louis') up in surrender, giggles leaving his mouth, causing Louis to smile fondly. "Fine, fine. You still haven't told me what made you choose the name Larry though."

Louis shrugs, winking at his boy. "I think I'll let you try and figure that out yourself."

Harry groans, leaning his head against the vampire's shoulder as they begin walking up the stairs, ignoring the few servants' stares. "But that will take forever!"

"Too baby, darlin'." Louis grins. They enter his room, the door locking behind them, and separate; Louis walking over to his bed and plopping down, Harry grabbing a pair of sweatpants and heading to the bathroom.

When he joins his vampire on the bed minutes later, Louis sets his phone on the bedside table, sending Harry an apologetic glance.

Harry frowns, chewing on his bottom lip. "What?"

Louis sighs, his hands reaching out to grab Harry's hips and pull him to him. "I've got to go for a bit, princess."

Harry's cheeks flush at the new form of endearment, but he doesn't hide his face from Louis' view. "Go where?" Harry asks sadly, his hands moving up to grip onto Louis' jean jacket.

"The Queen has requested that I come talk to her about something." Louis slides one hand up Harry's body, cupping the boy's jaw. "I'm sorry, pretty boy, I really don't want to leave you, but I'll make it as quick as I can and rush back to you, yeah?"

"Okay," Harry breathes out quietly, though he doesn't relax his grip on the jacket.

"Hey, how about you and I go down and get Niall? He can come up here and keep you company until I get back." Louis suggests, one of his hand in Harry's curls, gently scratching his nails against his scalp.

Harry lights up at the idea, nodding eagerly. "Yes, please."

Louis laughs fondly, already climbing off the bed, pulling Harry up into his arms. Harry lets out a small squeak, his arms instinctively wrapping around the vampire's neck. Louis carries Harry down the stairs, stopping in the doorway of the room. Every servant in the room looks up at the couple, but they ignore them in favor of waving Niall over to them. The blond moves from the bed, walking to stand in front of them. "Yeah?"

"I have to go speak to someone for a bit, but Harry and I were going to see if you'd want to join him in my room until I get back so he won't be alone." Louis tells him, Harry still bundled in his arms.

"Hell yeah," Niall answers simply, already heading towards the stairs. Louis raises his eyebrows, chuckling, and follows after. He places Harry on his feet right outside the doorway, turning his boy around to face him. "Remember to lock the door, yeah? And you two stay in the room. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Harry nods, leaning up for a kiss, to which Louis is more than happy to oblige. When they pull apart, Harry flashes a smile and enters the room, shutting and locking the door. Niall is already sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"Okay," Niall says, clapping his hands together. "Tell me everything you know about soulmates."

"Holy fuck this movie was sad." Niall whines out, wiping his eyes as the credits to The Fault In Our Stars roll in.

"Extremely." Harry sniffles.

"You know what might make us feel better? Snacks."

Harry rolls his eyes, though the smile on his face eliminates the bite. "I'll go get some."

He climbs off the bed, walks to the door, and exits the room. He barely makes it two steps before his name is called by a voice he's never heard before. He turns in confusion, his green eyes landing on a man just a few feet from him. The man is tall, taller than him, and he has blond hair, swept to the side of his forehead. Harry's too far away to make out the color of his eyes. "Uh, yes?" Harry calls back nervously. He doesn't know who this man is, but he looks familiar for some reason.

The man smirks, taking a step forward. "Well, I think I understand why Louis insists on disobeying mother now."

"What?"

The man ignores the fact Harry said something, stepping forward again. This time Harry's feet move and he takes a step back, but the man pursues forward, his smirk widening. Harry realizes why, realizes his mistake, when moments later his back hits the wall. "What do you want from me?" Harry gasps out, the man suddenly inches from his face.

"I want you to scream." The man answers and, before Harry can even process what he's said, his mouth is against his throat. A high pitched scream leaves Harry's throat as sharp teeth pierce his skin. Pain erupts as a hand cups his jaw, forcing his head back as the man takes large gulps of his blood. Vaguely he hears Louis' door being thrown open, hears Niall yell at the man, try to pull the man off. Then he hears a cracking sound.

Dots begin swarming his vision. He hears a growl, a growl so loud the walls vibrate from the force of it, but he doesn't feel scared. He feels protected.

The man is ripped away from him. Another cracking sound is heard. Harry's eyes slip shut as his body falls limply to the ground, the last thing he hears is his name being yelled. 

This chapter is a lot shorter than usual, I'm sorry 
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