Royalty (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Thirty Two

Harry feels cool air blow across the top of his ear, feels warm hands splayed across his bare hips beneath the thick covers. Hears Louis' voice as the vampire lets out a fond 'I love you' slip from his lips. It causes Harry to shiver, to grab onto Louis' arms to pull himself as close to him as he can possibly get. Louis pulls his head back in order to plant a kiss in the center of Harry's forehead, but the boy lets out a small whine, pushing his face back under Louis' chin, against the pale skin of his throat. Louis chuckles at the movement, the noise light and airy, and his hands start to rub soothingly down Harry's back. "Still sleepy, darlin'?" He asks, making sure to keep his voice soft and quiet.

"Extremely sleepy," Harry forces himself to answer, sighing the words into Louis' skin. "And sore." He tacks on as an afterthought.  

Louis barely manages to bite back a snicker, Harry can hear him choke it back, and another kiss is pressed, this time on the top of his head. Harry shifts around, slowly getting himself more awake and alert. His head peeks up. A small yawn stretches his lips. "Good morning," He greets, blinking tiredly up at the vampire.

Louis frowns at the bags under Harry's eyes, thumbing gently across the skin. "Are you ready for tonight?" Harry asks, before Louis gets the chance to say anything. He can easily see that he wants too, can see it in the squint of his eyes.

Louis doesn't say anything about him changing the subject to obviously, just purses his lips together tightly for a moment. "Not really," He finally answers, shrugging the shoulder that Harry isn't pressed up against. "Are you?"

"Actually, yes." Harry admits. He lets his hand trail down the side of Louis' body, coming to a stop right above the vampire's hipbone. "I'm kind of excited, honestly. But very nervous though."

"Why are you nervous?" Louis asks, frowning as his eyes bore into Harry's. One of his arms is thrown around Harry's waist. The other he folds beneath his head, propping it up.

"Because there's going to be a lot of important people there. Important vampires." Harry sighs, chewing on his lower lip. He pulls his eyes back up, not even realizing they had drifted anywhere else, to meet Louis' own again.

"Hey," Louis says softly. His hand moves from Harry's waist, cupping Harry's chin. His thumb rubs back and forth across the skin. His gaze doesn't waver from the green eyes as he says, "You know I won't let anyone hurt you, right? And if they even attempt to say anything, I'll end them."

"I know, I trust you with everything in me." Harry pointedly ignores the last sentence of that declaration. "But I'm still nervous. It's going to be the first time I see the Queen. What if she tries to start something? In front of everybody? Because you know she isn't going to like the fact that you're bringing me." Harry voices his worries, gnawing on his lip, his mind flooding with thoughts of all the things she could possibly try.

Louis interrupts his train of thought by pressing their lips together briefly. "I'll take care of her too." He promises, when they break apart, his eyes staring intently.

"I love you." Harry tells him, leaning up for another kiss.

The two of them settle back down after a while, bodies sated and pressed flush together. "A stylist is going to come in and help us get ready. Well, two. One will help you, the other will help me." Louis speaks up, carding his fingers through the boy's soft curls. Harry's head is on Louis' chest, one of his legs kicked over Louis'.

"Together though, right?" Harry asks, emerald eyes peeking up at Louis' face.

"If you would rather us get ready together, then I'll make sure we get ready together."

Harry ponders it briefly, before he shakes his head. "I kind of want to surprise you with - hopefully - finally looking dece- hey!" Harry's words garble together, muffled by Louis' hand.