Royal || larry

XV

Despite Harry breaking down he still returns to the stables every night. He can not seem to let Louis go, even if he feels like the boy has let him go.

The wedding draws closer each day that Louis does not show and Harry gets a nervous flutter in his stomach. He had not planned on marrying Vanessa, but now it appears he has to.

The constant rushing of people and useless chatter of the wedding makes Harry feel trapped and now he wishes that he had just ran with Louis. Of course, they would have probably been caught.

He thinks it is better that Louis got away instead of being killed. Harry would rather be forgotten than have to watch his lover die. Harry probably would have offered to die with him.

Another night rolls around, night twenty two to be exact. Harry makes his way across the green grass that will soon be set up for his wedding. All the people will fill the area where he first kissed Louis. The area he has crossed numerous times just to see the boy with soft hair because all he wanted was a kiss from his lips.

Harry will be married on the very ground he found love on. And he will not be marrying the person he loves.

He creeps behind the old building and sits to the ground. He just rests his head and closes his eyes. He knows if he sleeps the night will go faster and he can just wake up alone - preparing himself to come out here for another lonesome night.

The night is silent around him and it seems to blanket him with sleep. He does not complain as his mind seems to wander off and he is thankful when his limbs are too heavy to move. He just relaxes back and lets the night work its magic.

He enters a dream world filled with love and happiness. He can not see what makes the place so happy, but he can feel it. So, even in his dream he just sits back and lets the darkness work its magic. Lets it make him happy.

He is waken by the feeling of someone shaking him. It is soft and his first response is to think it is Margret because who else would come and look for him.

"I am sleeping, Margret," he mutters out, eyes still closed. The person laughs and it is so familiar it makes his heart leap. He keeps his eyes closed, afraid that if he opens them he will be alone in the grass.

"Harry, get up. Come on," the voice instructs. Harry squeezes his eyes shut tighter. This can not be real. Why is his mind doing this to him? Why does it want to hurt him?

"No. If I move the dream may end and you'll be gone," Harry whispers out. He feels someone gently grab his chin and stroke their thumb over his lips.

"Open your eyes, darling," his voice commands softly. Harry shakes his head, but the hand remains on his face, leaving his skin feeling hot and tingly.

"Please open your eyes, Harry," the voice begs. It sounds so real and so sad. Harry slowly peaks his eyes open and he is glancing at a sparkling blue. Louis flashes him a smile and stands to his feet, gesturing for Harry to do the same.

"You are real?" Harry asks. Louis tilts his head and he has a crooked smile on his face.

"Of course," he chuckles. His light, easy going tone makes Harry angry. He stands to his feet and points a finger at him.

"You have been gone for twenty two days! You were supposed to get me after two! How could you just leave me?" Harry yells. Louis stands there with wide eyes and Harry moves forward. He shoves his chest - not hard at all - and then hits it. He just smacks and punches at Louis' chest. He does not punch hard enough to hurt him, but he punches so he knows he's there.

Eventually he just runs his hands down Louis' chest and wraps them around his waist. He moves closer and buries his head into his neck and cries.

"I thought you had forgotten me. I thought you did not love me," Harry sobs. Louis just holds him and runs his hands up and down the princes back.