You Take Me Over, You're the Magic in My Veins
Louis can feel Harry's eyes on him as he turns to head toward his seat. He tucks a secretive smile into the palm of his hand while he slides into place beside his sister, his mother's seat still empty as it awaits the Queen's entrance. He knows he should be behaving himself a bit more, should be focusing his attention on Gemma, rather than her brother. He's working on borrowed time, is expected to announce his engagement to the Princess within the next few weeks, but he can't seem to help himself. Gemma is lovely, kind and witty and beautiful, but he has no interest in being married to her, had no interest in marriage before her arrival, period.
Teeth sunk into his bottom lip to disguise his smile, Louis risks a quick glance toward Gemma and Harry's usual seats, finds Harry already seated and staring steadily back at him. His hair is a mess from Louis' fingers and his cheeks are still flushed, and Louis' heart gives a heavy, delighted thud. No, he thinks, he has no desire to be betrothed to Princess Gemma, but he finds he wouldn't mind being married after all, if it was Prince Harry he was promised to, instead.
