Crown Your King (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Your highness, the King and Queen has requested your presence in their office.”

I look up from my book at Minnie, one of the maids and sigh, carding my fingers through my hair.

“Did they say what for?” I throw the book on the bed and stand up, cracking my back and straightening my clothes which consisted of no more than a navy blue dress shirt and black skinny jeans.

“Leave.” I spit at her and she hastily walks out the door, closing it tightly behind her.

Stretching again, I yawn and walk to the door, pulling it open and walking out.

“This better be damn good.” I hiss under my breath once I arrive at the ornate doors of my parents study.

I raise my fist and knock a total of three times, awaiting a servant on the inside to open it for me.

I step inside as soon as the door open, not paying who ever opened it a second glance.

Mother sits in the window seat of the office and gazes down into the courtyard, a frown evident on her lips.

Father stands next to her, both hands clasped firmly behind his back.

“Son, I think you know what this is about.” His voice fills every inch of the room and I wince, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

He hadn’t taken his eyes from the window and a tear rolled down my mother’s cheek.

I furrowed my brows as Father turned to look at me, his stone hard gaze cutting me in the chest like a knife.

“What’s going on?” My fingers twitch and I start to back away slowly like in the movies when the main character is about to make a break for it.

“You are about to turn 22 in a few months, yes?” I nod and keep my eyes trained on my mother who wipes away her tear as if it had singed her skin.

“Then let’s cut to the chase. Son, you’re childish ways will be no longer tolerated.” I flinch slightly when his eyes bore directly into mine as if he was searching for something.

But what was there to search for?

Who the hell cares, because I’m playing innocent.

I widen my eyes and pout, jutting my lower lip out just a tiny bit. “What ever do you mean Father? I’ve done nothing of the sort.”

He quirks an eyebrow and I hear Mother sigh as if she knew this was going to happen.

“Oh? So you didn’t fill about 2,000 cups of water and place them on the ballroom ground 30 minutes prior to the ball we were throwing for the neighboring kingdom’s prince? On his birthday?”

I smirk at the memory and sigh dreamily; it was one hell of a prank.

“So maybe I did—“  I shut my mouth when my father turns his stone hard glare on me.

“I don’t want to hear anymore of what you have to say, your mother and I have come to a conclusion.” He purses his lips and looks back at my mother who in turn is looking back at him with a sad expression.

Mother stands up and keeps her head down, playing with the hem of her own dress shirt.

“Your father and I have come to the conclusion that if you can’t stop these childish ways…Josh will inherit the crown and throne…instead of you.” Mother looks up at me and I can see she’s holding back tears.

Why is she crying? I should be the one crying if I lose the throne to that prick of a cousin.

My face heats up and I ball my fists at my sides, stomping my foot angrily like a 4 year old.

“You can’t do that! I am the next heir! Me! Not that prick for a cousin!” I explode on them and my mother looks behind me, most likely at the servant who opened the door and mouths ‘leave’.

Father’s face contorts and he pounds his fist on the wooden desk, rattling the pens and other various office supplies that occupy the large piece of wood.

“That is enough Louis William Tomlinson!” Father roars at me and I grit my teeth, a sour taste invading my mouth.

“I am an adult dammit!” I growl and his eyes widen in shock before he glares at me once more.

“You, like every person in this damn country are under my rule! I am the King until your birthday and you will follow the orders I give you.”

The tension in the room is thick and I can practically taste in on my tongue it’s so evident.

Mother mumbles something and my eyes soften a little when I turn my eyes away from my Father.

“Pardon?” She glances up at me and darts her tongue out to moisten her lips, screwing her eyes shut.

“Vous partez dans une heure.” You’re leaving in an hour.

“Mother, I speak French I’ll have you know and—“ I glance between the two of them; Father causally leaning on his desk, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he glares at me and then at mother who is biting her thumbnail and staring at me worriedly.

You’re leaving in an hour.

The words finally register on me as I shake my head, my eyes widening so far they feel ready to pop out of their sockets.

“What do you mean I’m leaving?!” I shriek and back up.

Father presses a blue button in the corner of his desk and the doors behind me open, but that doesn’t mean freedom, no it means Father’s two body guards Paul and Tony stand guard at the door.

“My best friend, whom I haven’t seen since me and your father were married, has offered to…let you stay there until your coronation ceremony.” Mother says lightly.

“No…” I gasp and back away, as both my parents sadly nod their heads.

“You have an hour to pack and then you’ll be on the jet over.” Father says and signals for Paul and Tony to grab my arms and escort me out.

I struggle in their grasp and throw my head back to look at my parent’s upside down bodies.

“Over where?!” I yell and hook my foot around the doorframe to prevent me from leaving the study further.

My parent’s collective sighs fill my ears as Father walks over to close the door behind us.

“America. You’re going to America.”

The two bodyguards unlatch my foot and drag me down the hall towards my room, Father’s words still swimming around in my head.

……….A/N……….

Hi! xLarryMagicx here and can I say how absolutely lovely larrysbeard is? I’m excited to get to know everyone and I hope you like this story ( :

xx-Arielle