Harry woke up to nothing but the sound of birds chirping outside of the broken window. He groaned in response to the uncomfortable mattress that he had been sleeping on for the past couple of weeks. His options were slim considering they had been left behind for over one hundred years, but anything beats the Kingdom.
His days were spent doing nothing but singing, sleeping, and occasionally taking walks whenever he felt he was cooped up for too long. As happy as he was to be free, he missed his friends from back home. He missed Niall.
it had only been a couple of weeks since Harry left the Kingdom and Harry was missing the boy more than he could have imagined. He wanted nothing more than to bring his best friend along with him, but he knew it would cause more problems.
He slowly sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. His body never seemed to have enough sleep no matter what time he went to bed. Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead before standing up and going to his bags. He was thankful that he was able to pack before going on his way.
He pulled out a thin top that he knew wouldn't be too brutal in the heat. All he had was clothes from the kingdom, which were very proper considering his status. He just wished for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He had no one to impress anymore. The shirt he had gotten from his bag was see-through, making it not so suffocating.
He made his way down the stairs of the castle that he stayed in, knowing that's where he would go the second he left the kingdom.
The castle had a homey feeling to it despite it being on the brink of crashing down. Harry felt at peace there alone. He was able to do what he wanted and be himself, which he never could have done back home.
Harry made his way towards the library. He wasn't too fond of reading, but he had nothing else to do, so he figured he could make it a hobby. The books were old and dusty. Many were ruined to the point of not being able to be read, but once Harry found one that didn't seem so damaged he made his way outside.
He knew there was a staircase on the side of the castle that led to the top of it. He was scared to go up them before, but he figured now was the best time if there was any to check it out. There were cracks in the cement that made up the stairs. With every step taken Harry felt as if he was coming closer and closer to his death, but he continued on.
When he finally reached the top he looked out to the rest of the land. The view was captivating and it was almost as if Harry couldn't look away, even if he wanted to. It was completely open from where the forest surrounded it. There were many houses covered in moss and vines from the lack of use over the years. The grass was long, yet not as long as you would expect it to be, and there were hundreds of different wildflowers growing within it. Harry had never seen something so beautiful and mesmerizing, and it was all his.
Harry climbed over the edge of the castle and took a seat with his legs dangling over. He knew the risks of dangling over something so high up, but it didn't bother him like it used to. It wouldn't matter if he fell.
Looking at the book in his hands, Harry couldn't help but think about the dream he had only about two weeks ago. It seemed so real and Harry had no explanation for it, and as much as he wanted to quit thinking about it and forget like he does with every other dream, he couldn't. It was burned into his brain and every time he closed his eyes all he could see were those piercing blue eyes.
Harry had never seen the man in his life, so he had no idea why he was showing up in his dreams. He looked so worried, yet he looked thrilled to see him. Harry assumed it was some local he saw once in the Kingdom that he just randomly thought about in his dream, but it felt so real, and Harry as never been able to remember a dream, let alone for two weeks.
"What's got you looking all worried?" Harry jumped slightly at the sound of someones voice behind him. He was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice Luke make his way up the stairs behind Harry.
Luke was an outsider. He didn't belong to a town or community or even a family. He lived alone in the old kingdom until Harry found his way there. Luke insisted on Harry getting the castle to himself since he was a prince, and he offered to live in a townhouse, which he actually preferred.
"Just looking," Harry stopped talking for a second and continued to look ahead. "You don't realize how pretty it is until you look at it from a new perspective," Harry looked back at Luke who just stood and nodded.
"Very pretty, but I would prefer you to not sit so close to the edge. I couldn't possibly be the one to experience Prince Harry fall to his death"
Harry scoffed in response and did as told. He made eye contact with Luke, and for the first time he didn't see the Irish boy from The Kingdom. Both of their blue eyes were ones to desire, but Harry could only associate blue eyes with the boy he left. However, in that moment Harry could only picture the boy in his dreams. His bright blue eyes, messy brown hair, and his thick accent; It was almost not even understandable.
"When do you get to go home?" Luke questioned causing Harry to freeze in place. He wished he knew the answer to that. He wished there was an answer, but he knew he could never go back home.
"I am home," Harry smiled to the other boy, trying to cover up his obvious pain. It wasn't home yet, but he was hoping it would start to feel like it soon.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm glad you're here."
Harry smiled softly, glad he had someone to keep him company every once in a while. Luke was nice and far more understanding than anyone he met at the Kingdom, excluding Niall of course. No one could beat that boy.
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Saving Prince Harry (L.S)
Fanfiction"I didn't run away in hopes of being rescued. Especially by someone as ordinary as you"
