Cursed // Larry Stylinson // Royalty AU

Chapter Three

Harry woke to the sounds of servants hurrying around his room, readying his clothes and such. He yawned and sat up, untangling himself from Louis, who had fallen asleep next to him. They had stayed up late talking and must have fallen asleep before Louis left to his own room. Not that he ever slept in his own room anyway. He usually ended up sleeping with Harry.

"Your Majesty," one servant said, noticing him sit up. "You are awake now."

"Please, Niall," Harry said. "I told you not to call me that." Niall had become friends with Harry and Louis when his mum came to work for Harry's family when he was ten. Now that he was older he had become Harry's personal servant. It had taken years for Harry and Louis to get him to stop bowing to them, but he still called them 'Your Majesty', despite their protests.

"The girls will be arriving today," Niall said. "The Queen told me to have you wear your best."

Harry groaned. "Today?"

"Yes, Your Ma-" He paused seeing the pointed look from Harry. "Er- Harry."

Harry flopped back onto the bed and pushed his face into Louis' chest. He didn't really want to get up. Especially if he was going to have to greet the families of sixty girls, most of them Princesses. Maybe he could just lie here with Louis forever, then he wouldn't have to ever meet any of them. 

Niall cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, the Queen said to have you in the family dining hall by nine."

"And what time is it now?" Harry asked. His words were muffled as he still had his face pressed into Louis.

"Eight-thirty, Your Majesty."

"Eight-thirty!" Harry said jumping up. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Niall said quietly, looking down at his feet.

"It's okay, Niall. And really, please don't call me that."

"Louis," Harry said shaking the boy lying next to him. "Louis, come on, wake up. We have to be to breakfast in thirty minutes."

Louis mumbled something Harry couldn't hear.

"Lou, come on."

Finally, Louis sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Uggh Haz," he said. "Go back to sleep."

A faint blush dusted Harry's cheeks at the nickname. "My mum want's us down at breakfast at nine," he said again.

"Ughhh what time is it now?

"Eight-thirty."

"Tell her I died," Louis said, turning over onto his side. He suddenly sat up. "Oh hi Niall," Louis said. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were here."

"It's okay, Your Majesty."

Louis gave him a look. He didn't much like the name either.

Once they were both, rather hastily, showered and dressed, and Louis had tied Harry's tie, they rushed down to the family dining room.

The King raised an eyebrow at their appearance. "Please make yourselves look presentable before our guests arrive. You both look like you just woke up."

"We did," Harry said. "Thirty minutes ago."

The King gave him a look.

"Sit down and eat," the Queen said, gesturing with a forkful of melon.

They sat down next to each other, scooting their chairs closer and serving food onto their plates.

Harry, sat on the edge of his chair, as close to Louis as possible, leaning his shoulder into him as they ate.

"Harry, please, you can do that when you're not eating," his mother said, disapprovingly.

Harry sighed, inching away from Louis.

"Harry," his father warned. 

He rolled his eyes and readjusted himself to the center of his chair.

"So as you know the suitors and their families will be coming today," the King started, once harry had readjusted himself. "You will both be expected to be present as each family arrives. Tonight, a welcome ball will be held. After the ball, the girls' families will be leaving. Harry, you are expected to wish them well, and say goodbye. Louis, you are welcome to join him if you like, however, if you would rather go to bed, that is fine as well."

Harry wrinkled up his nose. "Do I have to dance with them?"

"That is the point of a ball, Harry."

"But I don't want to dance with them. Can't I just dance with Louis?" he said, giving them his best puppy eyes.

"Harry, please. You at least have to put in some effort here. You could die, Harry. We are trying to help, but you have to put in your part. This isn't about Sarafina not getting the throne, this is about saving you, Harry. You only have until you're seventeen. We're trying to help break the curse, but you have to help too."

"I'd rather just enjoy life for a while than spend what little left I have doing this stupid thing."

"Harry, this isn't up for debate," his father said. "Niall," he said, waving the servent over. "Please escort the boys to their rooms, and tidy them up before our guests arrive."

"Yes Your Majesty," Niall said with a bow.

The three of them left the room and started down the hallway. Niall walked a bit ahead, while Louis and Harry lagged behind, leaning into each other as they talking quietly.