The Prince & the Pauper

Chapter Seven

"Would you look at the size of this place?!"

Harry was in absolute shock. Zayn had managed to sneak him back in the castle by hiding him in the carriage. Everyone was busy searching for the prince, so they went by unnoticed. Zayn brought Harry to Niall's room and shut the door, locking it behind him.

"Locking the door huh? What are you planning on doing to me?" Harry joked.

Zayn chuckled and shook his head. He noticed Harry staring at a portrait of Niall. "The likeness is remarkable."

"Except for my hair," Harry frowned.

"I've thought of that."

Zayn went to the closet and came back with a white box.

"Blond in a box."

He pulled out a blond wig that matched Niall's exact hairstyle. Harry walked over and held it in his hands. He looked up at Zayn and Zayn frowned. "Your eyes are a different colour; I didn't notice before. Just make sure no one gets too close to you. From afar, you'll do just fine."

Harry nodded. "We're missing one tiny detail here. . . I still don't know a thing about being a prince."

"Leave that to me," Zayn smirks.

He went over to a book that was resting on a gold post. "It's all here in the Prince's Book of Etiquette. Let's begin, shall we? No nagging, bragging, sweating, fretting, slipping, tripping, slurping, burping, twittering or frittering allowed. Stay present, stay pleasant, stay proud."

Zayn started singing, thinking it would be fun to do it in song format instead. Harry didn't seem to mind.

To be a prince is to know which spoon to use
To be a prince is to have a thousand pairs of cufflinks
To maintain a regal gait, leave the parsley on your plate
And be charming but detached and be amused
To be a prince is to never be confused

Do a plié and never fall, don't ever stray from protocol
All through the day there's just one way you must behave
Do keep a grip and never crack, stiff upper lip and arch the back
Bend from above and always wear your gloves, and wave
Shoulders back and, tummy in and, pinky out and, lift the chin and, slowly the turn the head from side to side

I see now

Breathing gently, stepping lightly
Smile brightly, nod politely
Never show a thing you feel inside

Glide!

To be a prince is to always look your best
To be a prince is to never get to rest

Sit for a portrait, never squirm

Sleep on a mattress extra firm

Speak and be clever, never at a loss for words

Curtsy to every count and lord

Learn how to play the harpsichord

Sing lullabies and always harmonize in thirds

And. . . he has beautiful eyes, your spirits rise, when he walks in the room

I see

Doors close, and the chemistry glows

He's like a rose that's forever in bloom

Zayn blinked repeatedly and realized that he got off topic. He cleared his throat and said, "Okay, enough singing. You get what I'm trying to say."

"Yeah, that you have a big fat crush on Niall," Harry snickered.

Zayn shot him a glare and Harry hushed. "A prince would never say that."