Confessions of a Gay Prince

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harry wanted to say something but he couldn't. his mind couldn't process what had just come out of the boy he so truly admired and loved. the boy that had been in his arms, so innocently snuggled up against him, the same boy he had slept with just told him he didn't love him back. 

"what?" gabriel spoke up, gabriel knew how much harry cared for niall. sure he kidnapped niall but they had developed a relationship, gabriel could see in harry's eyes how much he cared for the blonde boy in front of him. "niall?" gabriel tried again when niall didn't answer but niall simply broke into tears and ran into harry's quarters, slamming the door behind him.

"what the fuck just happened?" harry mumbled to himself, his eyes wide, his hands buried in his hair and his lips parted like he was waiting for something else to come out of them, an answer maybe. "seriously i don't, i don't understand. what did i do?" he asked, looking around at all the boys' clueless faces who shrugged in response, a few sighs given to the curly lad staring at them in distress.

"what the fuck did i do?!" harry yelled, almost ripping his hair out in the process. gabriel jumped at harry's voice, he'd never heard him yell, not at him at least and not like this. not out of pure frustration. a small 'hazzy?' left gabriel's lips and harry looked down at the boy that was so frighteningly holding onto tarkyn's jumper. "yeah, love?" harry muttered through gritted teeth, he did hate scaring tarkyn or gabriel, they were like little brothers to him. 

"are you okay?" tarkyn came out with. 

"do i look fucking okay to you, tarkyn?!" tarkyn. he called him tarkyn. harry never used anyone's full names unless he was pissed. harry was proper pissed. anyone would be, his baby just completely rejected his love after spending hours crying in his arms and kissing upon him, saying how much he loved harry and then pulled that. 

"it was just a fucking question, harold. relax." tarkyn spoke up, never having been afraid to let his voice be heard and his best friend, gabriel, hated it sometimes. this was one of those times. he tugged on tarkyn's sweater but he was just too strong and pulled away from the smaller boy's grip and instead, gabriel was pulled back by zayn's hand gripping his. 

it was safe to say harry didn't like tarkyn's attitude when he was in a mood like this, and it was safe to say this when he gripped tarkyn's collar and bought him up close so their foreheads were touching. "watch your bloody mouth, mate or i'll put you back where i found you." harry threatened, something he never did without it being a joke and to be honest, tarkyn couldn't tell if he was joking or not. he looked back at the boys, louis had never looked so worried, zayn had never looked so serious and poor gabriel had never looked so terrified, tarkyn swore he could see the lad trembling from all the way over there. "alright," tarkyn sighed "i'm sorry." 

that was all it took for harry to put him back down and lightly shove him back to his place between louis and gabriel. zayn's eyebrows furrowed and he temporarily let go of gabriel's hand to whisper something in harry's ear then harry was gone. and when gabriel snapped out of his thoughts about zayn's lips that he had accidentally gotten stuck in, he realised louis had gone back to his quarters and tarkyn to the one they shared. he looked over at zayn again, exhaling as a way to get zayn's attention. it did. 

"come here, darling." zayn suggested as he opened his arms, sitting on the deck and leaning against a pole. gabriel tilted his head, puzzled by the sudden action of his mate. sure he had a crush on him but zayn didn't know but liam had just died and gabriel had just been scared out of his wits so he wasn't in the mood to question anything. he slowly walked over to zayn and sat in between his legs, his head on zayn's chest. 

arguing and yelling were coming from niall and harry, gabriel could imagine tarkyn complaining. "zero, look at me." zayn said, firmly but gently. gabriel looked up, his eyes filled with innocence and before he could say anything else, zayn had crashed his lips onto his. the kiss was gentle and delicate, like butterfly wings, and just rough enough so that zayn could taste the lingering taste of the cherries gabriel had as a snack earlier today. like soft rain on a summer evening, that was it. it was magical. it was what niall and harry had felt but now harry and niall were arguing, and gabriel swore he could hear niall sobbing. 

just as gabriel pulled away to breathe, niall stepped out with his face red with anger and tears on his cheeks with harry trailing right behind him. "niall, please. hear me out!" harry pleaded.

"no! no! you're using me!" niall yelled, stomping his foot. harry tried to explain himself, because he wasn't. but niall was stubborn and it would be the death of him. "let me off the fucking ship." he ordered. and harry balled his hands into fists and nodded. 

"as you wish," he said cruelly. "your highness."