Prince Protection Program ~L.S~ (Book |)

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Ok so, hi, this is my first book so I'm pretty scared and excited. I hope you like it! I worked really hard on it:) Yes, I have all the chapters done, I just have to post them... BTW, this is in January.

This story contains: Bad language

- cupofIarry

~Louis's POV~
Monday

"Do you, Prince Louis Tomlinson, take, Princess Taylor Swift, to be your wife?" the priest asked, turning to me.

I gulped and turned to look at Taylor. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a white long dress that covered her feet and was decorated with flowers. She had white vail on top of her head that covered her face but she was still visible.

My hands were sweating and shaking and I can feel beeds of sweat building up on the corners of my forehead. I felt dizzy, scared, and nervous. I feel everyone's eyes on me with just makes it worse by making my legs give out. I hit the floor and saw the ceiling before everything turned black.

I jerked up into a sitting position and gasped. I ran my hands over my face as I tried to catch my breath. When I finally caught my breath, I laid back down into my bed and sighed. The dream was probably what is going to happen when I marry Taylor. I sighed again.

See, I'm royalty. My parents, the king and queen, were also forced to marry. It runs in the family. But it seems like they all were happy. But I'm not going to be happy.

I'm not ready to get married next month. Taylor, my fiancé is nice and very pretty but I don't want to marry her. There are many reasons why not but there is one main reason why. I don't find any girls attractive at all, just boys.

No one has ever married the same gender. Apparently, there can't be two kings or two queens. There must be one king and one queen. I haven't told my parents that I'm gay because I'm scared of what they would think of it. Would they be disgusted?

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and scoffed. Why would my parents not accept me? I'm their son...

I decided to go back to sleep before I think of more unnecessary thoughts. I closed my eyes and tried to dream of something else.

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I woke up to one of our maids opening up my shades on the window. I groaned and buried my head underneath my pillow and pulled the sheets higher.

"It's time to wake up, your highness." the maid said, continuing to open all the shades in my room.

I hated my morning routine. I had to wake up at 7 in the morning to get ready and eat breakfast. Then I'd practice playing football, which is the only thing I enjoyed. Then Taylor would come over and we would hang out.

I groaned but managed to say, "Five more minutes."

I suddenly felt the covers pull down and stop at my waist and the pillow removed from my head.

"Your father said to come down and eat breakfast, Prince Louis." the maid said.

I hated when they called me that. My name is Louis. Why can't they just call me Louis? Being a prince doesn't change anything, right? I sighed and nodded.

"Fine. I will be right down." I said, rubbing my eyes.

She smiled and nodded and then headed towards the door. When the door shut, I lifted all the blankets that were on me and sat up. I yawned and then stood up to stretch. I walked towards my closet and grabbed a white button up and black skinny jeans. I pulled my black jeans up and and put my white button up on.