Louis stood on the deck, leaning against the railing. His eyes were watching Harry who sat on one of the benches with a pout on his face. He was trying to be angry but looking like a kitten, his hand placed under his chin looking away from 'his friend'.

Louis sighed. Honestly, there was nothing more Louis wanted than to kiss Harry passionately and take away his innocence, ruin him, ravish him, make love to him. But, he knew that was not possible. He was trying to be rational for once. Harry was just making this hard.

He was about to go forward and sit next to him and try to talk to him but someone else beat him to it. He stepped back, going back to his old position and watched the guy (Danny? Or something. Louis didn't pay much attention to him or his name) and Harry interact.

The guy looked back at Louis and then back at Harry.

"Do you know how big a polar bear is?" The guy asked Harry with an easy smile on his face.

What is this idiot up to? Louis thought.

Harry frowned, looking at his hands, he never really was interested in zoology. And he really didn't understand why was this random guy asking him this. "I don't know. How big is it?"

"Big enough to break this ice." The guy said, smiling.

"More like, big enough to break you into two." Louis muttered.

Harry giggled at that but pretended it was because of this guy's joke.

"What's your name?" Harry asked the guy, smiling.

"Damian." The guy said, extended his hand forward.

Harry took it in his gently, "Nice to meet you. I'm—"

"I know, Harry Styles, Prince of Cheshire. Majored in history, geography and philosophy and known for his beauty. Honestly those portraits don't do you any justice. Nor do the compliments and rumours about your beauty that have been going around." The Damian guy said, grinning and kissed Harry's hand. He did not let go of it just yet.

Harry blushed bright red at that. No one matter how many times someone tells him that, he still wasn't used to it.

"Thank you," Harry muttered then continued, "and I see you've done some research." He said giggling.

"It's no problem and of course I have, don't you like to know more about the person you are infatuated with?" He said, his smile not flattering a bit.

'I want to see if he smiles that much when I'm about to push him off this deck.' Louis thinks, glaring at their still joint hands.

Before that guy could speak further and charm Harry's pants off more Louis spoke up, "It's lunch time."

"Oh, I didn't notice. Time flies by when you're admiring beauty." Damian says, making Harry blush once again.

Louis wanted to punch his face. Because seriously? Fucking idiot. That line was so cheesy and stupid.

With that Louis speed walked away into the kitchen, before he ends up committing another crime. Yeah, add that to this list.

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Louis watched as Harry giggled because of something Damian said. That voice used to be his favourite, still is. But, now that the reason behind it is not him, it wasn't as pleasant as before.

'What's so funny anyway?'

Louis frowned looking at how close they both sat. Louis bit his tongue before he could say something like, 'Why don't you just sit on his lap?' Because he knew at this point Harry would do it, to get back at him of course.

And he would rather have Harry giggling sitting next to Damian than have Harry giggling sitting on Damian's lap.

Louis was never good at biting his tongue but Harry made him do things he never did. But somehow he didn't really mind it as long as Harry was happy. He did though, but he suppressed that feeling. He should be happy for Harry. That was the ultimate reason that he had to go against all his true feelings to make him more than just friends.

So throughout lunch, Louis sat quietly, stabbing his meat and chewing it harshly and getting up before his meal was even finished because he had lost his appetite. Really, nothing was worse than seeing Harry with someone else.

Zayn watched with raised eyebrows as Louis stood up with a jolt and left with an almost full plate, "What's with him?"

Liam shrugged, "He always has something going on in his head. He is one weird guy, honestly."

Harry noticed, of course he did, when Louis stood up and left. He had noticed Louis' stare the entire time during lunch. But, Louis got this on himself and it wasn't going to change unless Louis did something about it himself.

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Louis swung his sword harder at the wood in front of him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. He thought.

Motherfucking asshole, bitch faced Damian. Who the fuck even let him on the ship? He was supposed to give information, that's it. Why the fuck did he have to come aboard!

Stupid, stupid self. Can't even keep your feelings in control. Stupid, weak son of a bitch emotions! Get yourself in control.

"Woah, is he always this aggressive?" Damian asked Harry who was standing next to him.

"Yeah.." Harry said dreamily, staring at the way Louis's back muscles flexed, his biceps as they bulged out, his thick thighs and the curve of his ass.

'Get a grip on yourself.' Harry scolded himself.

"I mean, yeah, he used to train me and everything. He's super serious about all that stuff." Harry said, waving it off like he was definitely not talking about the love of his life. That naive, almost-as-complicated-as-Louis shit called as love would go away. One-sided love has to go away one day. His heart hoped to not look forward to this, while his brains had other ideas.

"Bet he was a pain."

"That he was." Harry said. Oh, where's the lie in that!

'Still is.' Harry thought but kept it to himself.

"Let's go sit at the deck, I'll tell you about that time I went to Africa..."

Harry followed him not before giving on last look at Louis' well defined physique.

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That's too close. If he moves a bit closer he can literally touch his dick. Louis reasoned with his mind.

And that's your problem because?

Because Harry's my responsibility! That guy can be a serial killer for all I know!

He literally gave you information about the King and he can't fight for shit. He wouldn't even last a minute on the battlefield.

Louis exhaled a breath out. He knew whatever Harry did with the guy, how much ever close he sat next to Damian was not his motherfucking problem. He shouldn't mind it, he had no right to mind it, he wasn't Harry's boyfriend for fuck's sake.

But it's been weeks! Seeing those two glue to each other was testing Louis's patience and since when did he become a man with high tolerance.

So he walked over to the both of them, and passed from between them with an 'Excuse me.'

And honestly Louis liked the gap he created between them.

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The past days since Harry met Damian, his goal of gaining Louis's attention through Damian was changed. Right now, Damian seemed like a nice guy, he was funny (kind of), calls him beautiful and oh yeah, flirts with him with clear intention of being anything besides just a friend. Unlike, Louis Tomlinson! But, guess what, Harry has had enough of Louis's shit.

Every time, his supposedly kidnapper does something great with them potentially ending up together, he takes ten steps back. So now, Harry's going to go off track.

He's going to ignore Louis, cause he made it perfectly clear that they should stop doing anything that could result them in being a couple. So, fine Harry is going to get over his stupid love towards Louis and go to someone who appreciates him.

"Hey, you okay?" Damian's voice snap Harry out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, just thinking."

"Do you mind me asking what was going on between you two?" Damian asked carefully. He had never bought the question he's dying to ask for a long time.

"Nothing." Harry's face was blank. Definitely learned something from Louis.

"Was...something going on between you two?"

Harry closed his eyes and try to stop the memories of Louis and him playing in his head. "Why do you ask?" Harry chuckled dryly.

Damian shrugged. "I see the way he looks at you."

"Then you should stop seeing." With that Harry got up and left.

And Damian never got curious again.

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"You've got guts, man!" Niall clapped Damian's shoulders.

"I know." He smirked. "Why do you say that now, though?"

The crew was having a little party of just sitting around in a circle, chatting mindlessly. Everyone was there except Louis, who was busy punching some bag mercilessly in pity for his own actions.

"You're after Tommo's boy!" Zayn spoke up. "I have seen him around many lads, but he's never cared about someone like he does for our prince there." He raised his glass of beer towards the opposite side, where Liam was talking to Harry.

Harry's bandage had already came out. He was healed completely with just a scar left behind to remember his life's one of the most horrid day by.

"That man can sure be-" Niall was cut off.

"Scary. Intimidating. I know." Damian shook his head taking a sip.

Niall bursts out laughing, "and you're getting on his bad side."

"Hey, he's also stupid to miss an opportunity and I'm a man who learns from other's mistakes."

Niall rolls his eyes, "Whatever. Just if you end up hurting him, forgot me killing you. Louis will do that job."

"I think Louis has already done the job of hurting him." Damian states quietly. He's not blind, he can see the longing in both their eyes when they look at each other. "I hope I can fix him."

"I can guarantee you that Louis can do some pretty fucked up things, but intentionally causing Harry any sort of pain is not one of them." Zayn said. While Niall was too drunk to hear Damian's reply, Zayn had and was in denial. "There better be a reason for this." He got up.

Harry's eyes travelled along with Zayn's figure, "Where is he going?"

"Probably to find Louis." Liam replied nonchalantly.

Now, Harry had refused to even let his mind wander to Louis's whereabouts. How is he suppose to get over him if he can't stop thinking about him!? Not thinking about him was turning out to be very difficult. "Um..Why?" He felt a weird sense of jealousy surge through him. He knows Zayn is married and loves his husband very dearly, but the idea of Louis trusting him more than Harry is what makes him feel so revolting.

"He's just worried about him." Liam shrugs. "Honestly, I don't get why. The guy needs to get laid! He's obviously sexually frustrated judging by the way he's always removing anger caused by unknown reasons at the punching bag or just training for long hours. And he was also a whore, always having someone on his lap. No wonder he's lashing out this bad." Liam kept on rambling, oblivious to Harry's slowly turning red face.

'Okay, so he can fuck random people, but can't even touch me without leaving me hanging afterwards!' "Whatever."

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There was a heavy downpour last night resulting in wet floors. Louis was hoping that his observation about Harry loving the rain and getting wet in it was false because he knows for a fact that the boy is very clumsy. He would most likely go for 'exploring', to see how it feels like to get wet on a moving ship and curiosity doesn't really get on with clumsiness.

That same afternoon, Harry did go out, did get wet and also slipped, spraining his left foot.

Louis came to know about this by not so discreetly asking from Zayn. He was dying to check up on Harry, he was pissed by himself (something he's so used to) for not preventing the prince to get hurt, especially when he had kind of predicted that.

Louis squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples. He was being a coward, he had not seen Harry's face for more than a week now. Every time he gets the courage to say something, that demeanour soon crushes seeing him with Damian.

Oh, Damian! That guy was suppose to not let any harm come to Harry. The fuck is he doing!

With each passing second of imaging Harry with some broken limb or his wound reopening, he made his way towards the kitchen. Harry would mostly be there at this time of the hour. Even though, they don't interact with each other anymore, he knew Harry's entire schedule.Great, he sounds like a stalker!

While, he was passing by the cabin, whose door was locked, he heard hushed voices.

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Damian had helped Harry to get to the cabin in search for Liam. The boy was groaning in pain.

"Relax Harry, Liam will be here soon." Damian ran his hands on Harry's back, who inwardly swore for it didn't make him feel better. It worsened it cause it reminded him how calming was it when Louis used to do that.

"It's okay. I'm fine." Yeah, what shit!

"Just sit down. Here." Damian helped him to sit down on the chair. "Let me find the first aid kit. I can definitely treat a small sprain." He mumbled to himself.

"Hey, what's in there?" Harry's inquisitive eyes fell on a drawer placed on the right adjacent side of the chair. He doesn't even know why he's this interested, maybe his head banged too hard.

Damian shrugged, "I don't know."

"Try opening it." Harry suggested.

"Are you sure? It's invading their privacy." Damian said, then after a second smirked, "Let's do it." He knows Zayn and Liam wouldn't actually really mind because he's known them for a very long time and besides that, they weren't some sort of pirates to have a lot of secrecy.

It had to be the most rebellious thing Harry had done, excluding running off from his kingdom with a wanted criminal.

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"Gosh! It's so tight!" Damian's voice made Louis scrunch his nose in disgust. He can't have sex with someone when he's giving Harry signals! Especially in the cabin! People work there. Louis would laugh at the irony if it wasn't for what or specifically who's voice he heard next.

He was shamelessly eavesdropping on them by leaning his ears against the cabin door.

"Come on, Dami. It's not that difficult! Just do it, move your hand round a bit!" Louis's expression soften a bit on hearing Harry's voice. But, then his eyes widened in shock.

"I'm trying Harry!"

"Well, try harder! And faster before-" Harry didn't get to finish saying his encouraging words to Damian.

"What the fuck is going on!?" Louis yanked the cabin door open. The thought of Damian and Harry having sex could just not get digested by Louis! He will rip that douche's dick before it even touches his precious innocent Harry!

Damian jumped upright in surprise and looked at the intruder like he's grown two heads. While Damian had no idea why Louis had done that, Harry knew it all to well.

"Can we talk, Louis?" Harry's voice held no emotion at all making Louis very nervous. "In private?" He looked at Damian, who quietly left.

"Hey, Harry...didn't see you for a while." Louis cleared his throat. "What do you want to talk about ?"

"It's not fair Louis." Harry says, his anger leaving him replacing it was sadness.

Louis quirked his eyebrow, "What's..not?"

Louis knew the answer, of course he did, but he just hoped he was wrong. He had been dreading this conversation for a very long time now.

"You were the one who said you wanted to be friends. I never did. I wanted this more than anything, you know that. And now finally someone is interested in me and you don't want to let that happen too? Yeah I get it, I don't have chance with you, but that doesn't mean I don't have a chance with anyone else! Damian is a nice guy and, unlike someone, he is not running away from his feelings. So please just stay out of my way this guy might be the only person ready to deal with me." Harry fumed, he can't take this anymore.

Agreeing to actually liking Damian back and not using him to get back at Louis, Harry could have just straight out ignore Louis! That would've hurt less. But, it was his fault after all.

Louis just stood there, looking down. Because Harry was right, Louis knows. Louis was well aware about what he was doing was wrong but he couldn't get himself to do the right thing. He did the right thing before so why couldn't he do it now? Right now, with the amount of trouble and heart ache it was causing him, he was finding if troublesome to see right from wrong.

"I'm sorry." He mutters, softly, Harry almost missed it, almost. "I never wished to let things end up this way...I still want to be your friend?"

Harry could feel tears trickle behind his eye lids, the small, stupid part of his which so very guilelessly still hoped for Louis to do something, say something, stop him or just love him, was crumpled. "Well, Louis I don't want to be your 'friend'." Harry looked away, blinking back his tears. "Leave me alone."

Louis turned around and walked away. Fuck this stupid fate that always ends up leaving him anguished and blamed! He should never had gotten closer to Harry.

Revenge. That's all what it was suppose to be. You crushed my soul, I destroy your want to live. Now, when he looks back at it and see its aftermath. He feels like scoffing at himself. It was all just so unworldly. Artless. Completely ingenuous.

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