Confessions of a Gay Prince

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there was a knock on niall's door at eight a.m, he normally was woken up at this time so thought nothing of it and hopped out of bed, opened the door and smiled gently at his favourite palace guard, michael. "Good morning, your highness," he spoke slowly, slower than usual, like how he spoke when niall would get hurt when he was younger and michael had to explain why niall couldn't play in the mud anymore. his smile sort of fell as michael uttered the words, "your mother. she's very ill." niall felt his heart drop, the one person that ever truly loved him was in pain, this thought had niall panicking and without something as simple as a nod or a blink even, rushed off to his dearly beloved mother's room who lay in her deathbed with a sickly pale face. 

niall hugged her tighter than he think he ever had, tears already falling down his face because there was no denying it, she would be gone soon. if god was somewhat nice and rescued niall from this terrible situation, he wouldn't have to rule the kingdom at the mere age of seventeen, he wouldn't have to pretend to fall in love with a beautiful princess from the neighbouring kingdom and continue his reign with a hidden sexuality. "niall," the word almost didn't make it past his mother's lips and niall think he heard his heart break a little bit more as she attempted to grip his shirt to no avail. 

harry was scary, to say the least. he ruled the seven seas with an iron fist. everyone hated him, except of course for his crew, who honestly only didn't despise him because they valued their precious lives. the only people that ever cared about harry, even loved, and received the feelings back, were harry's first mates, louis, zayn and liam. the four had been together since they were in nappies, and together they had survived poverty, violence and so many more things and now, here they were, on a ship, sailing the waters. 

days passed and the news about the dying queen spread through towns, kingdoms and waters. it soon reached harry's crew and harry, himself. harry was nicknamed captain iron, he never really understood it but louis said he had earned it because of his iron fist. so, captain iron gathered all his crew and began plotting, they would sneak into the palace and take as many goods as they could. they figured it would be easy, all attention would be on the queen.

"what if, we took the prince?" zayn raised his hand, "he's their prized possession, they'll give us even more money if we take the little spoiled brat." harry liked the sound of that so he nodded, "very well." 

they followed through with their plan the next day, bringing their swords just in case there was a need for blood to be drawn. the entrance into the palace was easy and stealing was even easier, and dare he say it, harry found kidnapping niall easier even if the little brat squirmed and bit harry's hand, at the end of the day, it only took ten minutes to get the prince on the ship. 

and that's how niall found himself tied up in harry's quarters with the captain's sword touching his adam's apple that he could feel bobbing up and down, he didn't dare speak, god, he barely even breathed in harry's presence.