Blinded Horizons [L.S.]

Chapter Thirteen

“Where are you going?”

Louis had honestly been rehearsing the different ways that exact question and a couple other variations would have been said from the moment he began contemplating getting off of the bed.

Harry still held onto him securely even though they had both been laying down for what felt to be over an hour.

There had been nothing but silence between the two of them and at one point Louis figured that Harry had just fallen asleep. Part of him knew better and as he made up his mind to get up and leave the room he already knew Harry would voice out something.

The brunet yawned mildly, not even bothering to turn around and face him, “Well, first I’m going to put some clothes on and then I’m heading out on deck.”

Clearly his words didn’t do much in terms of getting Harry to slacken his hold around the royal’s body. Louis waited another moment in hopes that Harry would get the idea and release him, however his hopes came up entirely short.

Sighing, he glanced over his shoulder, “That means let me go, Curly.”

His eyes met up with Harry’s own closed eyelids as the pirate captain kept his expression entirely passive, the same kind of guarded expression he tended to wear was up and veiling his emotions from any sort of detection.

“Why are you still calling me Curly?” Harry mumbled out plainly and in response Louis began squirming his body around in order for the two of their bodies to be facing one another.

“Because your hair is still as curly as it is dirty.” The prince responded prior to extending one of his hands upward to grasp a bit of his dark brown hair in his fingers gently, “If you don’t like the nickname, I could always call you Princess Hazza. Do you think you’d like that more?”

He couldn’t he be bothered to hide his grin when Harry’s stoic expression faltered into that of a disgusted cringe.

“You’d call me that only if you hated me.” The pirate captain dryly remarked before cracking one of his eyes open, “I’ll gladly take Curly. Forget I ever said anything.”

Louis let out a small laugh, “Alright, Princess. I’ll do as you please.” With his words, there was a gleam in Harry’s single opened eye that kind of made him all the more tempted to continue with the whole nickname game, however he resisted the temptation as he could.

Licking his lips, Louis took his gaze away from his companion and toward the door, “Anyways, I’m leaving now, so if you’d be so kind as to release me—“

As though on cue, Harry’s grip on him significantly tightened.

“Are you serious?” Louis deadpanned to the younger male that now closed both of his eyes and returned to his earlier expressionless disposition.

When he received no form of response, Louis clicked his tongue before attempting to remove Harry’s hands that kept him caged so firmly.

It was actually kind of embarrassing how he was really noticing how much stronger Harry seemed to be in comparison to him.

Louis could barely separate his hands and the pirate’s grip felt like he was trying to break apart a rock.

A scowl came to his lips and he glared ahead of him plainly, “Why are you being more difficult than usual?” He tiredly inquired.

He knew better than to think Harry would just drop his little annoying charm in the case that the two of them got together, but this was just really starting to get on his nerves.

Harry was silent and Louis prepared himself to go off on an insult-filled rant, but he found his words stopping in the pit of his throat when Harry shifted on his pillow and brought his face considerably closer to Louis’s own.