Pretty Boy || larry

six

{all credit goes to the original author}

six

Louis is absolutely unashamed about the fact that he starts to become a regular at the club where he and Harry met. He starts taking Zayn with him, which appeases Liam and most of his security staff, and it works for Louis because Zayn mostly just drinks quietly and plays on his phone and minds his own business. He doesn’t even butt in whenever Louis inevitably strikes up conversation with a certain green-eyed stranger.

They don’t have sex again, no matter how much Harry bites his lip and bats his eyelashes and insinuates. Louis wants to talk to Harry, has an uncontrollable need to check up on him, almost, but he draws the line at ever letting Harry enchant him away again. Harry doesn’t seem to mind all that much. He still comes up to chat with Louis whenever he sees him, even long after he recognizes that he’s going to get exactly nowhere on a professional front. Louis always smiles and asks how he’s doing, which seems to be enough.

The banter gets more and more spirited, until Harry stops being a mythological creature and Louis stops being an alien and they start just being Harry and Louis. It’s hard to pinpoint what exactly it means, because princes and prostitutes who hang out in shady places don’t seem like normal friends, but when days drag into weeks it starts to feel suspiciously like that might be the case.

The next time Louis finds himself in the lobby of an expensive hotel, it’s a few weeks later and under much less enjoyable circumstances. He’s surrounded by his usual exorbitant detail of ten bodyguards, hardly able to see where he’s going since apparently everybody who works palace security is required to be an actual giant.  He pretty much just keeps putting one foot in front of the other and trusts that the giants in front of him aren’t going to lead him into a pit of lava or anything else terrible.

“I think I'm going to die,” Louis announces, mostly because referring to death usually gets the attention of your security team. They’re too well-trained, however. No one even glances up to hear him say, “I'm absolutely starving. Can we move this meat train in the general direction of some brunch, please?”

“Louis?” a voice calls from beyond his human fence.

The prince almost gets run over by the men bringing up the rear when he stops dead in his tracks. “Hold up a second,” he says a beat too late. He taps one of the men on the chest and attempts to stick his head through between two of the guards. “Budge over a bit, will you?”

The two reluctantly part and Louis’ permitted to peer out into the rest of the world, which happens to include the smiling visage of Harry. “Hi,” he says with a delighted dimpled smile.

“Harry, fancy seeing you here,” Louis grins. “Come rescue me. I'm being kidnapped by my own employees. They're refusing to feed me.”

The boy takes a few steps closer to the group, presumably so he won't have to shout his half of the banter across the echoing expanse of lobby, but immediately the circle of guards tightens up again. “Sir, I'm going to need you to take a step back,” one announces firmly.

“Oh, stop,” Louis cuts in with a roll of his eyes. “Obviously I know him, or else I wouldn't be talking to him. Let him through.”

“Your Highness, we can't verify whether he's a safety risk-”

“Well I can, and he's not. Let him through.” Now it's no longer a request, but an order from a monarch that can't be ignored even by people with his best interest at heart. It only takes the space of about 5 seconds for a small hole to form in the ranks and for Harry to pass through.