sword ◦ larry stylinson

IV

[A/N]: Eleanor is adorable as fuck you do not tell me otherwise. 

        fourth chapter

            “THERE YOU ARE!”  LOUIS PATTED Harry on the shoulder as he finally, finally got this seemingly-non-participant-but-only-needed-a-few-more-pounds-before-it-went-right sword in his desired shape. It might not be the best sword in all history of swords but it can protect someone.

            “Thank God.” Harry sighed out, grinning widely at the prince. They were both sweaty but satisfied. Louis had removed his blue vest a long while ago once he felt a small drop of sweat trickling his skin before pushing the long sleeves up his arms, just like Harry’s. Louis had a fair share of pounding into Harry’s sword in which Harry tried to refuse because Louis should only tell him what to do, not do it himself.

            “I should have your initial engraved about here.” Harry brushed a finger on the fuller of the blade, “Or here.” He moved his finger carefully to the sharp point of the sword. “Because you have to have some kind of credit in it.”

            “Do you do that?” Louis questioned. “Engrave your name on every sword you make?”

            Harry shook his head. “No.”

            “So, why should I on mine?” Louis shrugged.

            “So someone who will use it in the future can know that the prince of England made it?” Harry giggled. “Future reference, he will be a very lucky person.”

            Louis frowned, “But it doesn’t need to be that special.”

        Harry noticed the unintentional pout on Louis’ lips and kind of gaped at it for a bit because the prince’s lips were beautifully thin but he quickly looked away, settling on putting back the tools where they were before instead, “Well, you kind of are.”

            Louis let out a sigh and Harry was quite afraid that the he had genuinely annoyed the prince. He understood the fact that he didn’t want to be addressed as royalty and Harry didn’t want to do that. Harry was about to apologize but Louis was smiling brightly again, and it seemed like the sun had came up from the clouds, “I didn’t know how fun it was to make swords!”

            Harry pursed his lips in a silent protest, “It makes your body hurt as hard as you pound the mallet into the steel.”

            Louis pointed at Harry’s large biceps; his skin pale and beautiful, “And make your arms as large as that?”

            “These are my precious.” Harry grinned proudly, trying to stop the blush that was trying to make its way to Harry’s face and neck. “This is what four years of pounding steel does to you.”

            Louis let out a surprised laugh and I thought it would be over after a second or two, but he kept on laughing, bending over and his eyes shut as he laughed. Harry pursed his lips. He was barely funny and it greatly confused as to how did he made the prince laugh as hard as that. “Oh God.” Louis straightened up, coughing a little. He wiped an escaped tear by his eye, “I haven’t laughed like that in years.”

            Which is probably a lie, Harry thought.

            “Your Highness?” Heath popped his head in the large room. It didn’t seem to grasp Louis’ attention until Harry pointed to the door for a split second.