"You.. know Liam, when.. dad talked about.. Niall.. the harmless Prince, who turned.. evil.. I thought of.. myself." Prince Harry said between taking breaths. The sounds of their gasps filled the small space in front of the castle, as he was training with Sir Liam and trying to avoid his sword thrusts.

"Why.. Did.. You think.. That?" Liam breathlessly said, looking concentrated on winning over Harry.

"I mean.. I'm no better than.. Niall," Harry uttered. And made a smart move; Liam fell to the floor with his sword flying out of his hand and landing next to him.

"Fuck, you win." Liam let out when Harry put his sword on Liam's chest.

Harry smirked and flipped his hair, then offered his hand for Liam to stand on his feet.

"You're getting better and better, Prince Harry." Liam winked and dramatically bowed down to Harry who laughed out loud.

"And to answer you, Yes, you're no better than him." Liam sighed.

"Oh geez, thanks Liam." Harry shook his head with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Zayn walked in front of the boys. And both of them checked him out. He looked so nervous while pretending he didn't see them, standing about five feet away from here, both of their bodies shirtless and glistening with sweat under the sun.

"What's his problem?" both of them said and looked at each other.

"You noticed too, Liam?" Harry asked, a frown took over his handsome face.

"Yeah I did, have you done something to him?" Liam wondered suspiciously.

"No definitely not, but he's so weird lately." Harry said. "And this is the second time this week I tell him to go relax in his room, cause he's looking pale, like most of the times."

"But why isn't he in his room?" Harry wondered.

Liam shrugged and both of them walked towards the castle to wash up.

...

In the evening, Harry took his way to Zayn's room. He wanted to know what was going on with his boy.

Harry knocked, no answer.

He knocked again, and again no answer.

Oh he must be asleep Harry thought.

He stood in front of the door for a minute, hesitation was clear on his face, about how weird it would be if he just opened the door and got in.

But what if he was naked or something? Oh that would be great actually. Harry let out a giggle at his thoughts.

He placed his hand on the knob, hoping the door was not locked, and it wasn't.

He looked at the hallway both ways again to make sure no one was there, and then he slowly opened the door and entered the tiny room.

He saw Zayn laying on the small bed, with nothing but his boxers. His blanket was on the floor. His hair was everywhere, and he could hear small snores leaving his mouth.

Harry was still at the door, astonished by the sight in front of him.

Harry was sure that this was probably the best view he'd ever seen in his life. The small man was a masterpiece.

He got closer quietly, his eyes taking over the body on the bed.

He outstretched his hand to move a dump strand of hair from Zayn's forehead, looking at those long eyelashes and pouted mouth.

Harry hadn't ever felt so mixed feelings in his life, he wanted to attack this boy and fuck him like an animal, and at the same time he wanted to protect him on all costs.

This was the second time Harry questioned his feelings towards the younger boy.

He knew that whatever it took, he would get this boy, but not now.

Harry picked the blanket from the floor and covered the small boy's body.

Then he couldn't help it, he bent down and pressed his lips on Zayn's forehead. And trased his hand over his hair gently.

Then he turned around, slowly and carefully, and left the room, closing the door behind him quietly.

And that's when Zayn opened his eyes.

...

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