"Hello, Louis," Harry said with a shy grin, adjusting his servant clothing.
"Harry, come sit." Louis smiled widely at the boy, patting the bench besde him.
"How was your day? With your mother, I mean?"
"It was alright..."
He's only seen me an hour or so ago... Louis thought, avoiding Harry's question slightly.
"And yours?" Louis continued.
"I didn't spend my day with my mother," Harry chuckled.
"Oh, I know. I ment to just ask how your day was!" Louis corrected himself, laughing at his own embaressment.
"It has been well so far, but it's only about 12 p.m."
"Ah, yes."
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Louis cursed himself.
"You look very dashing today, Louis."
"You as well, Harry," Louis returned.
"Thank you, but I'm only a servant. I could never look as dashing as you."
"Nonsense, you're giving me a run for my money!"
Harry blushed a deep red, looking down at his plain black shoes.
Louis smiled fondly at Harry's caution, and lifted her chin up with his index finger gently. The boy looked into his eyes, the green surrounding his pupils popping out with curiosity.
"You're gorgeous."
"I'm no where near as gorgeous as you."
"I'm not gorgeous, love. But you are," Louis looked away for a moment, then looked back again.
As they met eyes again, their faces were closer than they were before.
"I cannot compare to you, Prince Louis."
Louis' hand slipped from under Harry's chin to his shoulder.
"Don't compare yourself to me, Harry. And don't call me 'Prince Louis', I like 'Louis' better," Louis quipped, but softened his tone and presence when he saw Harry flinch.
"Understood."
Harry nodded his head submissively, the way all servants do to royalty.
"You don't have to speak to me like that," Louis assured the younger boy.
"Like what, Louis?"
"Like you're afraid of me."
I am. We all are. Harry thought, smiling as Louis' hand moved from his shoulder to his neck slowly, as if he would break him.
"I'm not," Harry lied, leaning into Louis' hand.
"Good."
Louis smiled, and backed away from Harry slightly.
"I should get going." Louis said, his nose almost touching Harry's.
"Yeah, same here."
Not really... Harry said honestly in his head. He didn't have anywhere to be till 3 because the Queen wanted him to hang out with Louis.
Just as Louis was about to get up from the bench, Harry grabbed his wrist.
Should I? Is it too risky?
"What's wrong, Harry?" Louis furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Harry concerned.
Harry shook his head.
It's now or never...
"Call me if you need--" Louis was cut off by Harry's plump lips on his own.
The heat from his lips traveled to Louis', melting his seemingly always frozen lips. The kiss was unexpected, but it felt almost natural for the two of them.
Louis let his free hand fall on the edge of the bench near his leg, the kiss deepening as time when on.
"Ahh!" Harry yelped as he pulled away from the kiss abrubtly.
"What happ--"
Louis skimmed the room in horror. Everything was frozen. The walls, the sealing, the windows, the tables, the chairs, the flowers in their vases. All frozen in a clear blue ice. Louis felt an anger rise up in his chest.
"This is your fault!" Louis yelled.
"How is it my fault?" Harry yelled back, bewlidered.
"You're the one who kissed me! If you had kept away from me, this never would have happened!"
"You kissed me back!"
"Because I felt bad for you! I didn't want to break the poor servants heart!" Louis lied, his words visably breaking Harry's heart.
"You're lying," Harry tested him, crossing his arms like a child.
He doesn't mean that... He told himself.
"But i'm not. I could never date a servant."
Louis' words cut Harry deep, he had to fight the tears threatening to fall from his stinging eyes.
"Okay."
And Harry started to walk away, until Louis grabbed his arm urgently.
"Don't tell anyone what you saw in here."
"And what if I do?" Harry asked, not to threaten Louis but to know just in case he slipped up.
"I don't know yet, but it won't be pleasant," Louis growled, releasing Harry's arm and walking past him quickly.
That's why everyone is scared of you, Louis. That's why I lied about my fear of you: because then you'll know my weakness, and you'll surely use it against me. Harry thought, walking out of the ballroom slowly and sulking back to the kitchen to where Gemma is probably finishing up Prince Louis' breakfast.
