Royal || larry

VI

Prince Harry is walking outside in the garden. His parents return tomorrow and he is not excited for their return.

The moon shines off the red roses beautifully and the whole vibe of the area relaxes him completely. He scuffs his boots as he strolls down the gravel paths, lost in his thoughts.

He has been spending less time with Louis. Louis' words ring through his head from two nights ago.

Harry does not want people to report to his parents about his behavior. If anything happened to Louis, Harry thinks he might actually die. He let Louis go off on his own for the last couple days and he is hoping that his workers have noticed.

His eyes land on a small figure, sitting in the middle of the path. He chuckles and moves his long legs faster, quickly reaching the person.

Louis looks up when he hears Harry's foot steps. His heart pounds and he gets a stupid, dopey grin on his face. He is in way too deep.

"Louis?" Harry questions. He is finally close enough that he can see the small boy. He is siting with his legs crossed, a pink rose between his fingers.

"Hi, Harry," Louis whispers out. Harry tilts his head in confusion and continues to look down at the blue eyed boy.

"What are you doing out here?" Harry whispers back. He notices how Louis' hair is swept to the side perfectly and the way his tiny fingers grip the rose stem. He can not stop looking at Louis because Louis is beautiful.

"I knew you would be here. I wanted to see you," Louis tells him. He is happy it is dark because his cheeks turn a soft color of pink.

Harry's do the same and he just sits down next to Louis. Neither say a word - both having so much to say, but not knowing how.

They both sneak glances at each other, feeling nervous. They resemble young teenagers who are completely infatuated with each other.

"What is the rose for?" Harry finally speaks. His voice is quiet and soft - just like the night.

"It reminded me of you," Louis blushes. He feels so stupid blushing over a boy. He gently hands Harry the rose and Harry smiles and takes it.

He brings the delicate pink flower to his nose and smells the lovely fragrance. He caresses the soft petals and his heart melts a little because Louis gave him a rose.

"Why did it remind you of me?" Harry asks. He keeps his eyes trained on the flower, still too nervous to look at Louis.

"Because it was soft and pretty like you," Louis whispers. Harry chances a glance at Louis' face and his heart skips a beat when he sees a fond look in his eyes.

"You make me blush so much," Harry mumbles and Louis lets out a small, pretty laugh. Harry saves the sound in the back of his mind, hoping to never forget it.

"You are cute when you blush. Actually, you are always cute. It is not fair," Louis pouts. Harry moves closer to him - wanting to feel their sides touch - and traces his index finger over Louis' pouted lips.

"I like that you think I am cute. I do not care if anyone else thinks that as long as you do," Harry tells him. Louis melts as Harry's long finger traces over the other parts of his face.

Louis feels safer in the comfort of the night. He is not worrying about people finding them and anything he does with Harry feels more intimate.

"Not even those princesses?" Louis manages to get out. He closes his eyes as Harry's fingers gently trace over his eyelids and lashes.

"Especially those princesses," Harry tells him. Louis opens his eyes when Harry's fingers leave his lids and he jumps at how close Harry has gotten.

Harry stares into Louis' cerulean eyes and he swallows nervously at their proximity. Harry feels like all their other touches and moments do not matter. He feels that this moment right now matters more than anything and he wants it to be perfect.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry breathes. He can hear Louis take in a shaky breath and Harry can hear his own heart pounding.

"Yeah," Louis whispers. His voice is so soft it's barely audible, but Harry can hear it clear as day.

Harry leans in slowly and kisses Louis gently. The kiss is different than all their other kisses. This kiss is completely private, completely emotional and Harry is surprised when Louis pulls him closer.

Harry melts into the kiss and lets his lips move perfectly with Louis'. He has never felt anything more right in his life and he could probably kiss Louis forever.

Louis moves his hands into Harrys hair and he loves the way Harry's large hands fit perfectly around his curvy waist.

Harry pulls away slightly and catches his breath. Louis has nuzzled his head into the crook of his neck and it is only now that Harry realizes Louis is in his lap.

Harry just holds the boy and he shivers when he feels Louis' lips connect with his neck.

"This is so wrong," Louis mumbles. Harry can feel the movement of his lips on his neck and he frowns into the night.

"I do not think so. Why is it wrong?" Harry asks. He knows the answer, but he himself does not believe it.

"It is in the bible. My mother told me liking boys is a sin and God forbids it," Louis tells him. Even as he says this Harry notices he does not move away.

"I think God wants us happy. You make me happy. Kissing you makes me happy. If that is a sin then I am a sinner," Harry states. Louis pulls his head away from Harry's neck and looks at the boys face. His eyes drink in every detail and he can not believe how perfect he is.

"You are also a prince. You cannot be with me," Louis says. His voice is weak and frail. Harry furrows his brow and caresses Louis' soft, smooth cheek.

"I can be with who I want. I want you," Harry tells him.

"Why?"

"Because you are perfect. You are more beautiful than anything I have ever seen in my life. The best artists could not capture your beauty in a painting even of they tried. You are loving and smart and everything good a person can be. You are flawless and I want you more than anything I have ever wanted," Harry tells him honestly. He watches as emotions flash through Louis' eyes and finally the stop.

Louis looks at Harry with admiration and he leans in and places a small kiss on Harry's warm, soft lips. Louis rests his head on Harry's forehead when he pulls away. His fingers play with the small curls at the back of his neck and he can feel their breath mingling together.

"I am yours. As long as you want me," Louis tells him. Harry tightens his grip on Louis' tiny waist and closes his eyes.

"I think I want you forever," Harry tells him.

"Then you have me." Louis promises. He moves so he can rest his head on Harry's chest. Harry lies down so the position is more comfortable for them both.

Louis listens to the steady thump of Harry's heart and Harry runs his fingers through Louis' feathery hair. Neither boy says a word, but no words are needed.

They fall asleep in the garden. Louis lying on Harry's chest, the dew of the morning covering their bare skin.

And the soft pink rose lies next to them. Innocent and fresh just like their blossoming love.