Royalty (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Sixteen

"I hate him!" Niall all but yells into Harry's ear once he finally finds Harry, sweeping the ballroom (the kitchen was the first place he checked for him, naturally). 

Harry pauses his movements, resting the broom against the nearby wall with a sigh. "What'd he do now?" Every since finding out the whole two soulmates thing day before yesterday, Niall's rushed to tell Harry (and by default, Louis too) every single thing Zayn's done. Zayn said this, Zayn said that. And once, around noon yesterday, Niall even went so far as to say 'look at him over there, making a sandwich like he owns the place'. Yep, Niall's being that petty. And the bad thing is, Zayn is actually trying to be nicer and fix the rift between the two.

"Last night I was eating my dinner right, and Zayn walks in and get this, he commented on how much I was eating! Said 'maybe I should slow down before I choke'!" Niall exclaims, his voice steadily growing louder.

"Maybe he really didn't want you to choke?" Louis says, though he ends the sentence sounding much like a question.

Niall's blue eyes immediately narrow towards Louis. "So you're on his side?" Then he turns to Harry. "Your mate is on our enemies side. Fix him!"

Harry groans, pinching his nose and closing his eyes. When he speaks, it's slow, slower than usual. "Niall, honey, aren't you supposed to be doing chores?"

Niall's glare lessens then, and he turns his face to the floor, a pout forming on his lips. "I was! But Zayn tried talking to me, wouldn't leave me alone. So I came to find you guys."

Harry feels his annoyance leaving him, as he opens his arms, which his best friend quickly dives into. Louis crosses his arms in order to prevent himself from pulling the blond away from his mate. "Ni... I know he hurt you, but I really think you should give him a chance. I really think he's trying to make it up to you."

"He really hurt me, Harry." Niall mumbles, his voice muffled from his mouth being pressed to Harry's shoulder.

"I know he did. I think he knows he did too though."

"Fine." Niall sighs, pulling out of the embrace. "Louis, do you know where he might be right now?"

Louis smiles softly. "He's still in the kitchen."

Niall nods, seems to give himself a pep talk, before he's gone, with one last encouraging smile from Harry. Louis immediately pulls Harry into his arms, nuzzling into the spot Niall just did, effectively replacing the scent with his own.

Harry giggles, nudging Louis' shoulder until he backs up, then leans up to kiss his pout off. He backs away, grabbing his broom, and Louis speaks. "What exactly did Zayn do to Niall in the first place that made him hate him?"

"It's not my business to tell, sorry Lou." Harry frowns, honestly wanting to tell the vampire, not wanting any secrets between them. But like he told him, it's not his story, it's Niall's. And he won't tell anyone, even Louis, unless Niall's okay with it.

Louis automatically shakes his head, not wanting his mate to feel bad for that. "Hey, stop, no need to apologize. I shouldn't have even asked, it's none of my business."

"I don't think Niall would care about you knowing, but he hasn't specifically said that yet. Besides, I'm sure he'd rather tell you himself." Harry shrugs. Then he resumes his sweeping.

"Let's go, I'm ready to cuddle!" Louis chirps, eagerly pulling Harry in the direction of the stairs.

Harry pauses right by his old room, sticking his bottom lip out at Louis when the vampire turns around. "I want to stop by and talk to Niall about how things went. I'll be up in a few minutes?"