Slave for you - Narry

Chapter 14

***Niall's point of view***

I was painfully aware of the movement in the room, the heavy breathing and slamming drawers, but my eyes refused to open. That is until something heavy landed next to me on the bed causing them to fly open. I looked up to find Harry giving me a nervous smile and glanced at the full suitcase that he appeared to have dropped onto the bed. I sat up dazedly, still confused as to what was going on.

"Lets get out of here for a while yeah?" Harry asked me hurriedly. His eyes darted away from mine when I tried to look at them and he was constantly twisting his hands together like he couldn't help but do something.

"Harry, what's the matter?" 

"Nothing. Nothings the matter. Just want to get away for a bit s'all. Louis, Zayn, and Liam are coming too. I've got a country house a little ways from here. It'll be fun c'mon, get dressed." He reached to the bottom of the bed where he had an outfit already picked out for me.

"Alright..." I said skeptically. "Lemme just a grab a shower and-"

"There's no time, we have to go." He was practically shaking now, the pent up nervous energy flowing through him evident in the way he pulled at his hair and worried his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"Harry will you just tell me what's going on?" 

"I'll explain later come on." He was now pulling me up and beginning to dress me. Once he had my shirt on he bent down tp hold open the waistband of my sweatpants for me.

"Harry..." I sighed when he simply shook the pants in reply. I didn't like him acting this way, like he was afraid, like he was running from something. When my pants were up he lifted the suitcase and headed towards the door, half turning towards me to kick my shoes in my direction. After tucking my feet into them Harry opened the door and stepped out into the hall. The entire time we walked he kept giving me nervous glances to make sure I was still there. Finally we reached the door that would lead into the Great Room which is basically the center of the castle. It was the only outlet the wing that held Harrys room had which was true for most of the hallways and wings. It was also the first room you would see when entering the building and even gave a glance into the throne room through a small, bulletproof window on the back wall. 

"Okay Niall, I need you to stay here while I um check on something, alright? Promise me you won't move."

"What? But why-"

"Promise me." It was times like these, where Harrys voice rose just a little bit, filled with authority and a strange harshness that I was painfully reminded of how he was indeed a prince and I was just the servant boy.

"Okay." I promised ducking my head and turning away, angry at myself for feeling this way and maybe a little bit at Harry for being so insensitive.

"Niall, angel, you know I didn't mean to-"

"S'fine, Harry, just hurry up so we can leave this place." I didn't want to hear his guilt for acting the way he had every right to. He sighed and mumbled something about being right back before leaving the suitcase and me in the hall to wait for him. Minutes ticked by and I was beginning to grow impatient. What the hell so important that he had to keep it a secret from me? Out of curiosity and maybe a little bit of spite for the way Harry had yelled at me I peeked through the door.

No one was there.

I let out a frustrated breath. Was this some sort of joke? I opened the door fully with a scowl on my face, walking into the Great Room. There was no sight of Harry or any living soul for that matter. Not even the guards or other servants that usually bustled through. I walked further into the room letting my eyes scan all the closed doors until they landed on the window to the throne room where my attention was caught by a bushel of chocolate curls. I made my way over to the window wanting to see just what was so interesting that I was being abandoned by every-