The Lioness Prince (A Larry Stylinson Fan-Fiction.)

Chapter 14 ~The Storm~

-Author's Point of View-

"Louis? Louis where are you?" He whispers as his hands ran over prickly bushes and the trunks of trees. His feet slugs himself away from the city, in search of Louis.

He giggles in success. His clothes are tattered. His eyes are full of wildness and determination, even though his body doesn't exactly represent that determination and wild spirit. Only his occasional giggles and small skip in his step.

Death threats and curses echo in his mind from the past few days. He has been in court for three of the four months he's been in prison, and the people against him doesn't have the best mouths. Constant insults and screams thrown throughout the courtroom. It wasn't a pretty sight.

A rock appears below him, and his foot catches a hold of the bottom of it, tripping himself. His face pounds against the ground, and he groans with a slight giggle. Dirt and small pebbles stick to his unwashed face, and he smiles brightly.

"Nothing can hold me back from finding you, Louis."

His hands begin to transform into black paws, and his amber eyes flash with a new bolt of energy. His black mane swishes with the whispering wind, and his muscles ripple and proudly flex with great strength.

And without warning, he lets out a loud roar, filled with determination, power, and an echoing effect. "I love you, Louis! I'm coming for you!" He yells, and the plain falls silent whenever he finishes. The only sounds are of the swaying bushes, small chirps of new, baby birds, and the whispers of the ancient lions that are buried in combat below his paws.

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-Harry's Point of View-

The elder servants requested a break for us two princes. To get away from the constant remarks from our father and scoldings of our mother. So we are taken to my favorite tree outside of the kingdom.

I laugh as Zayn makes a sour face as he places a lemon upon his tongue. He has to do this because he lost a bet we made. I said that the elder servant would fall asleep within five minutes, and he bet that the servant would fall asleep within five minutes and thirty seconds. He fell asleep at exactly five minutes. We counted to make sure.

My face reddens with laughter when he glares at me through his watering eyes. "I'd like to see you do this!" He yells around his lemon, and I raise my eyebrows.

"Is that a challenge, my dear brother?" I giggle, and he nods and throws the lemon slice away from himself. His hands wipe themselves on his black pants, and I accept his challenge. "You're on," I growl with playful banter.

He crosses his thin arms in front of his chest, and I crawl on my knees across the checkered, picnic drape, towards the basket full of snacks and unhealthy foods. One of the biggest reasons why I love my elderly servants. They sneak delicious foods into the basket whenever Mother and Father aren't looking.

I open the basket and reach inside for another lemon. "How much do you wanna bet that I can keep this in my mouth for ten seconds?" I ask as my hand finds the round, yellow, sour fruit.

Zayn rolls his eyes and smirks. "I'm not going to bet any money, if that's what you're trying to coax me into doing," he states, and I huff and snap my fingers in disappointment. Then he raises his index finger. "But I will jump into the bathtub and cause a mess if you can keep it in your mouth for thirty seconds."

My eyes brighten. "You have a deal, my dear brother!" I exclaim as my hand transform: into a paw. I outstretch a sharp claw. We both grin like idiots because we know we'd get into a lot of trouble if we get lemon juice on our royal clothing. But I don't really care at the moment, so I ready my claw and throw the lemon into the air, waiting for it to come back down to me to be sliced.