Caught || Larry

Nine:

Louis' P.O.V

Louis walked out from the brig, strolling across the upper deck.

Zayn noticed him.

"Why are you holding rope?" Zayn asked.

"No reason."

"You untied him?" Zayn scoffed. "Why!?"

"I don't have to answer to you, Zayn." Louis threw the rope on the ground. "Get back to work, now!"

Zayn didn't move. He just glared at him. "You like him, don't you?"

"Fuck off, Zayn.." Louis huffed, trying to walk away.

"He is a prisoner! A wretched royal, at that!" Zayn shouted after him. "He does not deserve special treatment! He deserves to be killed for the things he's done!"

The Pirate King turned his body, slapping him across the face. "I've had just about enough of you! I am the Captain of this ship and what I say, goes!"

Zayn clasped his stinging cheek.

"Now get back to work or I'll throw you in the brig, just like him!"

"You're letting him win, Captain." Zayn shook his head in disbelief. "This is all part of his plan.. To make you like him so you'll let him go."

"You have no idea what you're talking about." Louis scoffed.

"Oh, but I do.." Zayn paused. "That's what those filthy royals were born to do. They charm you into getting what they want."

"This conversation is over." The Pirate King walked away, leaving Zayn alone.

—

Louis walked into the dining area. He sat next to Niall and Liam with his food.

He looked over to see Zayn's seat was empty.

"Where's Zayn?" Louis asked.

Suddenly the screams of a Prince could be heard from the lower deck.

"Oh shit!" The Pirate King stood up, sprinting out of the dining hall with his cutlass drawn.

—

Harry's P.O.V

Harry started pacing back and fourth in his cell when suddenly the door creaked open again.

The Prince figured it was just the Pirate King to taunt him some more.

"Hello, Harry.." The deep voice whispered. "We have some unfinished business."

The voice approached closer, until finally the figured revealed himself.

It was Zayn.

"What are you doing here?" Harry whispered from within the cell. "Don't make me scream again."

Zayn opened the cell door, approaching him with his sword drawn.

The Prince backed up as far possible until he was pressed up against the wall.

"If you make a sound.." Zayn raised his sword up to Harry's throat. "I'll kill you."

The Prince gulped. "I-I already told you I'm sorry about your family.. What else do you want from me?"

"Sorry isn't going to bring them back." Zayn grabbed him by the collar, shouting in his face. "IS IT!?"

"N-No.." Harry muttered those shaky words.

"No. I didn't think so.." Zayn backed up slightly, causing Harry to let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you know why your father killed my family?" He asked, caressing his sword.

The Prince shook his head.

"We were starving." Zayn paused, gathering his thoughts. "My mother had no choice but to steal so me and my sister's could eat."

Harry tried to speak. "I'm-"

"Don't interrupt me!" Zayn lifted his sword.

The Prince held his tongue, listening to Zayn continue his story.

"She got caught.. She was never much of a thief." He chuckled slightly. "Do you know what your father did after that?"

"No.." Harry mumbled.

"Your father sentenced my mother and her entire family to death because of one fucking loaf of bread!" He shoved the Prince up against the wall.

Harry yelped from the shove.

"So that's why I joined the pirates.. So I could maybe one day kill him.." Zayn paused, looking deeply into the boy's eyes. "Or kill his only son."

Harry gulped.

"I-I'm so sorry about what my father did to your family.. I wish I could make it right-"

"Oh please." Zayn rolled his eyes. "You're not sorry.. All you Royal folk care about is yourselves!"

"T-That's not true." Harry rapidly shook his head. "I-I promise that when I get back home, I'll do whatever I can to make it right-"

"Stop trying to smooth talk your way out of this, you royal scumbag!" Zayn shoved once again. "It's not gonna work."

The Prince noticed Zayn fumbling with his sword in his hands.

"And trust me, Harry." Zayn chuckled sadistically. "You won't be making it back home any time soon."

"W-What are you doing?" Harry asked, nervously.

"Fulfilling my one mission in life.." Zayn lifted his sword up. "I'm sorry it has to end this way, your highness."

Harry knew he had to do something and fast.

He noticed Zayn had left the cell door open.

He had an idea.

The Prince suddenly shoved Zayn out of the way.

He frantically made his way out of the brig, fear pulsing through his veins.

"You're dead!" Zayn shouted, running after to him with his sword drawn.