Royal || larry

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Harry decides to ride his horse today. The horse is a chocolate brown and its shiny coat glistens in the sun. Harry loves how he can feel the horses muscle move under him and how the horse obeys his every command. It is refreshing to just sit atop the creature and let the fresh air clean out his lungs.

Louis is cleaning out the stables, but he occasionally stops to watch Harry. It is such a wonderful sight to see; the beautiful horse and the beautiful boy both free. Louis smiles as he hears Harrys laugh ring through the air.

He turns away finally and continues to clean. He does not hear Elizabeth sneak in and she almost gives him a heart attack when she grabs his arm.

"Elizabeth! You can not just grab people," Louis frowns. Her happy face turns sour rapidly and she glares at the blue eyed boy.

"Do not yell at me. I came here to ask when you planned on taking me out?" She says. Louis groans internally because he really does not want to go anywhere with her. He scratches the back of his neck and closes his eyes, sighing.

"This evening?" Louis asks. He opens his eyes to see Elizabeth smiling like a fool. She leans forward and kisses his cheek.

"That would be lovely. I will see you then," she cheers. Louis watches as she skips off and he feels sick all of a sudden. He does not like this idea, but he does not want her to tell about him and Harry.

Harry leads his horse back to the stable and climbs off her. He grabs a brush and starts to aimlessly brush her. This is supposed to be Louis' job, but Harry really enjoys brushing his horse. He loves how he can think while he does it and how he feels a sense of responsibility.

He is focused on his horse, but he can hear the approach of someone behind him. He turns and sees Louis standing in the doorway, eyes cast to the ground.

"Prince Harry," Harry frowns at the name and he stops brushing his horse completely, his full attention on his servant.

"Yes, Louis?" Louis looks up at the sound of his voice.

"Can I go out tonight? I am going to take out Elizabeth," Louis says. Harry can feel the jealousy build inside him and he wants to tell Louis no, but Harry knows why he must do it. Louis has already told him he was going to take her out, so it does not him upset as much as it should.

"You may," Harry tells him. Louis nods at the ground and remains in the door. Harry places the brush back on its stand and walks towards the servant boy. He wraps him in his arms and Louis clings to him.

"Why are you so sad?" Harry whispers into his hair. Louis just pulls him tighter and buries his face in Harrys broad chest.

"I do not want to go and I do not want you upset," Louis says. His words are muffled by Harry's shirt, but Harry understands them nonetheless. Harry just pulls him closer and rubs his back soothingly.

"I am not mad. Will I see you tonight after?" Harry questions. Louis nods his head against Harrys chest. Both boys leave it at that and separate so they can finish what they have to do.

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Louis is out and that leaves Harry to spend time with his parents. He does not want to, but he is lonely. They all sit in the room Harry has read with Louis in, the fire crackling just the same. The tension in the room is thick and Harry feels like it is suffocating him.

"So, Harold, how was your afternoon?" his mother speaks. Harry looks over at her and shrugs his shoulders.

"It was fine. How was yours?" he asks politely. She smiles and starts to tell him all about her day. He smiles at the right parts and pretends to be interested. He is actually just waiting for Louis to come home so they can cuddle behind the barn.

"Harry, I invited Princess Vanessa over for dinner next week," Harry's father interrupts. Harry and his mother both turn to stare at him and Harrys mouth feels dry.

"Why?" Harry manages out. His tongue feels heavy and his heart hurts. He can feel the bad news radiating off his father and it is making him feel sick.

"She is quite lovely and has an interest in you. I thought you should get to know her better," His father explains casually. Harry frowns and leans forward.

"Why did you not consult me about this?" Harry wonders. His tone is far too calm and he can not find it in himself to get angry just yet.

"You would have said no. You are 19 in four months, Harry, that is not a lot of time," His father reminds him. Harry looks down at the ground, his brows furrowed and his lips puckered. He does not like this.

"I have until I am 20," Harry reminds him. He can not bring himself to look at his father, but the anger seems to be surfacing.

"I do not want to wait! People are starting to talk and I will not have that. You will not tarnish my name," His fathers voice raises and Harry finally looks up to meet his eyes. They are cold and heartless.

"You will marry a girl or I will kill you. No son of mine will marry a boy and I will make sure of that," His father continues. Harry stands to his feet and he hears his mother gasp beside him.

"I have never hated a man as much as I hate you. I would rather die than have you call me your son," Harry spits at him. His father watches him with wide eyes as he leaves the room.

Harry just leaves and makes his way out to the barn. He does not go behind it, instead he takes his horse out for another ride. They trot around for a long while and Harry lets all his bad thoughts leave his mind as the wind runs through his hair.

He finally arrives back and puts his horse back. Once he steps on the ground all his bad thoughts come rushing back in and he feels tears prick his eyes. He knows he will die no matter what he chooses. If he chooses Louis he actually dies, but if he chooses to marry he will die on the inside.

He makes sure the horse is secure and then he travels back out into the night. He lets out a quiet sniffle and automatically goes to check behind the barn. Standing there is Louis and Harry feels himself shatter at the sight. He runs to the boy and throws his arms around him. Louis is startled, but quickly recovers and pulls the prince close to him.

"What's wrong, darling?" Louis worries. He does not like to see his prince crying and he does not know what to do.

"Everything. Please just hold me," Harry mumbles out. Louis does as told and holds the boy in his arms. They eventually end up sitting on the ground, with Harry in Louis' lap. Louis is running his fingers through his hair and singing him songs.

"How was your time with Elizabeth?" Harry manages out. Louis frowns and stops his singing so he can reply.

"Terrible. I have never been more miserable than when I was with her," Louis admits. Harry chuckles and nuzzles into Louis. Louis looks down at him and smiles fondly because he is so adorable and sweet.

"What made you cry?" Louis asks. He is worried Harry will start to cry again or maybe be angry, but Harry just picks at Louis' shirt, avoiding his gaze.

"My father. I think I have to marry Princess Vanessa," Harry admits. Louis feels a frown form on his face and he feels like his heart is being removed from his chest. His Harry has to marry someone else.

"Oh. I guess that is good. She is very pretty and smart. Also charming and a girl. She has the status and the money too. You guys would look lovely together," Louis chokes out. Harry frowns and finally looks up at Louis. His eyes are closed and he appears to be in pain.

"What if I don't want that? What if I want a clever, servant boy with blue eyes and pink lips, that is prettier then every princess I have ever laid eyes on? What if I want that?" Harry asks. Louis looks down at him and shakes his head. He goes to remove Harry from his lap, but Harry refuses to move.

"Why would you ever want that when you can have something better?" Louis asks. His tone is sad and deflated, which breaks Harry's heart into a million pieces. Harry sits up straighter so he can look directly in Louis' eyes.

"Because I love you and there is no one better," Harry tells him.

Louis lets a tear fall from his eye and leans forward to connect his lips to Harrys. Harry kisses him back and he thinks that he would rather die than lose Louis. He could never love anyone more. Louis pulls away and rests his forehead against Harry's.

"I love you too."