♕ Prince Protection Program ♕// Larry A.U.

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^ that's Anne and Harry's house. Do you think Louis has anything to complain about?

Louis's P.O.V

"Are you actually insane? First you leave for a few weeks, and refuse to tell me where you are, and now this? Most mothers bring their sons back a t-shirt, not a person." He speaks in a hushed but loud tone, his condescending muffles heard loudly to my ear. I watch them from the corner of my eye, as I sit on the window seat in Harold's room. We've migrated upstairs. They've been talking for five minutes now, and I'm starting to believe he isn't too keen of the idea of me, a prince, intruding on his normality of a life.

Oh well.

I take it upon myself while they talk about me like I'm not there, to walk throughout his room, and take in the different trophies, memorabilia, posters, typical teenage things I've only seen in movies. I never got the privilege to own any of these things, expect maybe the trophies, as I always won in footie in college. He seems to play footie as well... but I'm probably better.

I wonder what he looks like when he's playing.

I shake the thoughts from my head as my fingers graze over another photo of him with a couple of guys around my age. He holds a beer bottle in one hand and the other hangs around a blonde boy. They look happy, like they don't have a worry in the world. I wish my world wasn't turned upside down.

"Are you having fun sorting through my room without permission?"

My fingers flinch away from the photo and I turn to face the boy who's only standing a foot away from me. He has this wide smirk on his face and his arms are crossed, his muscles contrasting with his white t shirt.

"Excuse me?"

"Harry be nice!" I can hear Agent Styles from the other room scolding him and I inwardly smile, but it falls from my face when Harry goes to the door.

"Don't worry, mum, I will! I just want to get to know him! We'll be out for dinner in a half hour!" He yells the words before closing the door, which gives me anxiety.

"W-What are you doing?" I raise an eyebrow and try to distance myself from him as much as possible, but he only steps closer.

"Let me make one thing clear; you're in my house now, which means you go by my rules." He closes in the distance between us and I feel like I can't catch my breath. "That means when I say jump, you say how high-"

"How high?" I'm confused at the fact he thinks he has some authority over me. I am a prince, and I shall be treated like one.

"Yes, how high. Like this." My breath hitches further when Harry lifts me by my shirt with both of his hands and pushes me up against the wall. I'm tempted to push him away, but by the look in his eyes, I don't want to aggravate him any further. "Now, this is a predicament, isn't it?"

"Uh- I"

"Now, if you want to borrow anything, if you want to eat my food, use my bathroom, even breathe in the same fucking proximity, all your questions go through me okay? Not my mum, through me first, got it?" His green eyes are clouded with an emotion I can't decipher. Anger?

He's so close I can feel his breath on my lips, and it's not like I mind it, but my head is hazed with thoughts that he could be psychotic and possibly hurt me so I just nod to avoid confrontation. It's so quiet in his room, I can hear every breath that leaves his mouth, and I've been staring into his eyes for what seems like hours until he breaks his gaze and runs them down my body back up to my.. chin? Why is he looking at my chin?

"You know, this isn't how people usually welcome guests-"

"Well guests usually tell the people who are supposed to welcome them before hand. But you showed up unexpectedly, so we're just gonna have to deal with that, aren't we?" Harry bites his lip, his words hushed.