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- the one where harry and louis are princes -

-29. prince harry? -

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"don't leave me" harry orders of his guard whose stood right behind him about to walk into the wall of townspeople that stood in front the castle thats holding this ball.

his guard nods his head, signalling that he'll be right behind him the whole time. harry nods with a smile and walks into the crowd of people

"prince harry! how do you feel about the rumors?" one of the townspeople yells flashing his overly expensive cameras at harry once more. the noise muffled by one another as he walks through the hallway of writers.

"harry! over here!" a lady screams from the back of the group, harry just paints a small smile on his face before looking away.

"is it true that you're dating a guy?" a member from the townspeople yell, harry's not completely sure who yelled it but it definitely was loud.

"does the king know you're gay?" someone yells, harry pauses a second before taking a small step forward to take photos by other townspeople too.

just keep smiling. that's all he has to do. make no comments or replies to them.

don't give them a reaction.

that's all they want.

smile and take photos. that's all they will ever want from him—nothing more. the perfect prince would never step out of line. never.

harry holds his hand up to wave at the citizens when his guard put his hand on his back and guiding him out of there into the crowded ballroom.

he takes mental notes of all the comments and questions thrown at him as he walks down the hall. they were always the same.

but that doesn't make them hurt less.

"quite fancy, don't you think?" harry mumbles dragging his hand through his hair, looking back at his guard—who looks as bored as he does.

great.

harry clears his throat a bit before looking away and gazing over the over the top ballroom. the place just filled with rich royal people who like to brag about how much gold they have.

even if harry is also royalty himself, he doesn't care about all that stuff, he isn't one to show off his title.

usually only wearing expensive clothes or jewelry when his parents want him to advertise how wealthy they are. the suits are always so uncomfortable.

he should be grateful—he's seen the homeless people on the streets and been to the clinic where kids and adults aren't promised tomorrow. he doesn't have any right to complain about his riches and privileges.

he has a great life—amazing family and friends whose always supported his dreams and hopes, gets to travel the world whenever he wants, never has to worry about not being able to pay his bills.

he seen incredible things and has done things that he wouldn't trade for anything. his life is amazing and brilliant, he should be dancing around in circles with endless laughter filling the halls of this fancy over crowded place they call a 'ballroom'

he should be bragging about it to these old rich white people at this event, talking about how his life is going. bragging about a life that some will never have—a life harry should want.

but he doesn't...not anymore at least.

at first—at first, it was fun. being a royal child was truly amazing, his room would be filled to the brim with all the toys he could ever ask for. he had so many royal friends who grew up with him. he was overjoyed with pure happiness.

but as life went on, balls were just parties of rich royalty. the press doesn't give a shit about your feelings and emotions. if you dated someone, everyone will know because of the stupid press. if you made a mistake—everyone knows.

once you become old enough to understand important issues in the kingdom, you are no longer a person. you can't be a teenager while being royalty, suddenly you're a role model. apparently you're supposed to be able to give great advice to other teenagers while still growing up yourself.

"prince styles? your table is ready." one of workers speaks, he nods with a soft smile. following the guy, harry takes a look at his guard whose now talking someone as they walk.

if this life is such a wonderland—why does he feel so empty?

once he turned twelve, he understood that being royal doesn't give you more friends, doesn't gift with loyal and honest people in your life—quite the opposite actually.

the people you would think would be as loyal as they come usually backstabs you in the long run.

there's no friendships in royalty, only business deals.

harry nods slightly as the worker bows showing him the table, he takes a seat looking around. his eyes wondered along the elegant line of gold that aligns the outside of the dance floor. it could barely be seen as princess and queen of different kingdoms keep blocking it with their overly large dresses.

he makes sure not to look too long at their dresses, some prince might get the wrong idea that he wants to steal their girl. while in all honesty, he wants the dress.

he couldn't care less about the girls in the dresses, even if he was straight, the girls who came to these events were too spoiled for his liking. their dear fathers always giving them anything they wanted, so it would be easier to marry them off to some deadbeat king.

like harry said before—everything in royalty is a business deal. true love and happiness doesn't exist here.

harry watches as their dresses softly touch the gold lining on the floor while they spun. how the dresses always fit perfectly to their waist, each one different from the other.

"prince harry, will you like to dance with me?" a princess gently asks holding her hand out for him to take, harry shakes his head out of his thoughts and looks up at the girl.

"it would be my pleasure princess" harry softly speaks as he clears his throat before nodding and standing up.

"wonderful! princess grace from qovel kingdom" the girl gently greets as they make their way down the hall with their elbows linked together.

"well darling, i'm prince harry, prince of the maira kingdom." harry smiles softly as he bows down with one of his arms in front of him for the lady to take. he hears a small hum from the young princess as she takes his hand.

"wow—the maira kingdom. one of the richest out there" the lady whispers underneath her breath, harry knows he wasn't meant to hear it but he still did. he mentally forced himself to stop the urge of rolling his eyes.

he hears the soft waltz music begins as he sit up from the bow position, pulling the young princess close by the waist, beginning to dance.

"so tell me princess, what do you need from me?" harry whispers into her ear, playing in the part of a prince. she practically shivers in his hold as they spin once more.

"your last name" the princess confidently replies into his ear, harry softly hums in attempt to hide his chuckle.

these princesses—they'll definitely something else.

"is that so?" harry whispers into her ear once again as they separate, placing one hand on each other's walking in a circle before switching hands.

"yes. marry me prince" she proposed glancing her blue eyes at him. he clears his throat watching as her eyes burn with passion and motivation.

"aren't i supposed to ask you?" harry pondered, dodging her proposal of marriage. he watches as she glances up at the ceiling, probably annoyed at his reply.

her father most likely put her up to this.

"yes but-"she begun, the poor princess getting interrupted by his guard whose now standing next to the two. thank god.

"prince styles, an emergency as came up at your kingdom, i've been told to bring you back" his guard insisted with his arms behind himself and stand tall. harry smirks before turning to the confused princess.

"my apologizes darling, as you can hear, my kingdom needs my assistance" harry explains bowing his head slightly, placing a soft kiss on her gloved hand before walking away.

he glances back at the lonely lady who stood on the side of the stunning dance floor. she'll find the right prince someday. it's just not him.

harry and his guard walk quickly to the back doors of the kingdom, making sure to bring no attention to themselves as they exit the building.

"you just love seeing me struggling, huh?" harry smiles at his guard as they make it outside. harry spins around looking for any type of townspeople that might want to make rumors just to stir the pot.

"i love seeing a gay guy act straight, it's hilarious" his guard laughs as they make their way down the hill, harry carefully takes off the expensive jacket that his father made him wear.

"i should've brought liam with me" harry smiles shoving his guard jokingly, his guard gasps placing his hand on his chest, shaking his head.

"i knew you favorited liam! let you know that i know how to use a sword way better than liam"

"niall, we all know that's not true" harry laughs skipping as he takes niall's hand spinning them around.

"mean" niall mutters, laughing as they spin around, harry shakes his head at his overdramatic guard. the prince and the guard makes their way down the hill into the quiet woods, making small conversation about the kingdom.

"yeah and i—" harry giggles before getting cut off by a loud noise coming from behind one of the trees. the two swiftly stops in their steps, niall walks in front of harry taking out his sword protecting the prince.

"niall—" harry starts trying to pull niall back, even if niall is technically his guard, harry doesn't want him to die in order to protect him. niall shoves harry's hands off of him, holding the sword out.

"kingdom of maira orders to make yourself known" niall yells looking around the quiet woods, harry stands nervously behind him, regretting not bring his sword.

the two stand still for a minute, looking for the source of the noise. as harry is about to tell niall to let it go and it was just an animal, another noise comes from behind them.

niall acts fast pushing harry to the ground and swinging his arm toward the noise.

"mate! it's just me" louis yells throwing his arms up showing that he isn't an enemy. harry gasps loudly with a bright smile painted on his face.

"louis!" harry shouts happily, pushing himself off of the dirt ground stumbling as he throw himself at his boyfriend making them both stumbling backwards.

" i said make yourself known!" niall mutters rolling his eyes, holding his chest. thankful that it wasn't an attack, he doesn't have enough energy to fight.

" who else would be in the woods?" louis laughs as he holds harry close to his chest, taking in every moment of them being together. niall grumbles quietly kicking the dirt at louis's comment.

louis grins brightly touching harry's chin softly bringing their lips together, cradling harry's jawline. the couple listens as niall groans at the sight of them kissing, making them kiss deeper. harry playfully lets out a moan.

"okay! okay, i get it—lets get the cabin" niall shouts pushing the couple apart from each other, grabbing harry's hand to make sure he won't be an awkward third wheel.

"isn't he wonderful ni" harry hums looking back at louis who waves, making niall groan and walking faster from the other boy.

"disgusting" niall mutters, harry rolls his eyes at his annoyed guard and happily skips through the quiet wood with louis following close behind him wearing a small smile as harry hums a short tune.

the two boys met four years ago at the famous winter ball, harry was only 16 at the time. his father had again dragged him to the ball hoping that he would find a perfect princess and get married, so his father could step down from his title and make prince harry—into king harry.

harry had zero interest in his father's plans for him, he didn't want his title. he could care less about the riches and gems that their kingdom provides. "king harry styles" wasn't him, it'll never be him.

so as the princesses danced, harry stood in the back of the room hiding in the shadows of the ballroom, praying that no one would spot his presence. he envied the princesses as watched them twirl around the room with their princes. making up small tales in his head every time a prince would kiss a princess, pretending it was him.

and for a moment, he was happy.

for moment, he felt loved.

but then reality would be thrown back in his face, he wasn't a princess. he would never marry a prince. wouldn't even get to dance with one. he was the prince that spun the princess. nothing more.

as he wallowed in his reality, someone lightly tapped on his shoulder. he almost groan as he thought it was a princess that found him but when he turned around—no one was there.

he looks around the ballroom for someone that might have tapped his shoulder, as his eyes wondered he heard a gentle voice.

he turns around once again but this time walking through the open door that was beside him that led into the kingdom's garden. a hand harshly grabs his wrist, pulling him out of the door way into the bushes of flowers.

"mm—stop! get off of me! niall!" harry screamed loudly struggling to get off the ground. a hand lands on his mouth, shutting him up and pulls harry up to his feet.

"always been a loud one haven't you?" the person asks jokingly laughing, harry gasps shoving the hand off of his mouth, turning around to face the person who nearly kidnapped him.

"who are y—louis?" harry whispers as he realizes the blue eyes that met his green in complete shock. his childhood bestfriend—in standing in front of him. louis raises his hand to wave at the younger boy, but harry tightly hugs the boy before he could actually wave.

"hi darling" louis whispers into harry ear, spinning them around making harry lift one leg up. they let out loud laughs as they spin, excited that they were reunited.

"i missed you" harry cries grabbing tightly onto louis's fancy over expensive suit as louis places him back on his feet.

"i missed you too" louis softly replied.

after the two boys reunited that night, they talked nearly everyday. louis and harry had decided that they needed to keep their friendship on the downlow. not wanting to be separated once again.

as time passed, love entered and twirled around the two boys, making a relationship. a relationship that no one could know of.

knowing if their parents heard about their relationship, they would be dead before sunrise.

after many late night adventures, the couple stumbled upon a wooden cabin. they didn't know it then but the cabin will end up holding a lot of unforgettable memories.

"niall! we're here!" harry yells as the cabin comes into their sight, harry lets out a giggle as he races to the wooden door, knock a rhythm only they know.

"i'm coming—gosh, you guys took forever" zayn groans as he opens the door, rubbing his eye with his fist.

"sorry, i had to dance with a princess and niall only loves watching me struggle with the ladies" harry says rolling his eyes, before walking into the house. abandoning his shoes at the doorstep.

"harry!" niall shouts loudly as he races up to the doorframe, out of breath from running after the prince. he quickly toes off his shoes before walking up to the boy.

harry raises an eyebrow at his guard whose standing with his hands on his hip looking completely upset at him. he hears zayn greet louis and them closing the door walking behind niall.

"did you forget that i'm your guard? did you forget that you are a bloody prince? huh?" niall yells loudly, harry knows and understands that he messed up by running before niall. even if niall is one of his best friend. it's his job to protect harry with his whole life.

"no..." harry mutters as he rubs his hands up and down his knees nervously, he watches as niall runs his hand through his hair, probably trying his best to not blow up on harry.

"you do not run in front of me, harry. i'm your guard, anyone could've easily grabbed you while you were running to the door." niall demanded as he takes a breathe with his fingers on the bridge of his nose.

"i understand niall, i'm sorry" harry assured watching as niall lets out a breath, many would think niall was being over dramatic but if anything were to happen to harry under nialls supervision, the guard would dead by morning.

harry's eyes flicker to louis and zayn whose now having an argument about how long they took to arrive. if zayn wasn't wearing his guard attire, people would've mistaken them as brothers due the way they argue.

harry chokes back a laugh that threatened to escape his mouth as the two start shoving each other. he rubs his mouth before looking back at his own guard.

"i'm sorry ni" harry repeats looking up at niall whose shaking his head, and walks up to harry; pulling the prince into a hug.

"are you two done? i'm hungry." zayn mutters rubbing the back of his head as he watches the guard and prince separate. to be fair, he was at the cabin hour before anyone and hadn't eaten before he came.

louis throws his hand harshly at zayn's back, telling him to not interrupt the two boys. zayn just shoves him with a open mouth, confused on what the damn problem was.

"dumbass" harry laughs walking up to his boyfriend pulling his shirt, dragging the boy to the small kitchen. zayn shouts a loud 'always needs your prince go save your ass' from behind them.

"fucking bitch" louis yells trying to get away from his boyfriend whose been laughing this whole time. traitor.

"will you stop arguing zayn and kiss me?" harry smiles letting go of his dress shirt, louis audibly chokes on his breath, eyes darting straight to harry's green ones.

a second passes—their lips meet. and just as if it was their first kiss, the world stopped spinning and no one matters but them.

"maybe we shouldn't-" louis chokes out pointing out toward the other room, harry pants shaking his head.

"they don't matter" harry whispers, his voice hoarse from kissing, louis smirks pulling them back together, harry letting out a moan of pleasure as the kiss deepens.

louis stumble them back as he picks harry up underneath the knees letting harry's thighs rest on his hips. harry lets go of his lips, beginning to kiss louis' exposed neck and collarbone.

"—fuck" louis breathes slowly walking, knocking stuff down as he slams harry's back in his the wall. "let me fuck you" louis mutters roughly with his mouth next to harry's rosy ear.

harry lets go of his neck, panting harshly looking up at louis with nothing but passion. his mouth so close to louis's that louis could feel his breath upon his lips.

"i'm yours" harry whispers smiling looking down at louis' swollen lips.

• • • • • •

after louis and harry—finished.

they were kicked out of the kitchen by zayn and niall who took it into their own hands to make some food, so they all didn't starve to death. they scolded the couple and told them that they will have to clean up the mess they made after food was served.

harry and louis both nod with smirks and marks all over their bodies. as they cooked, harry and louis talked endlessly about ridiculous rumors that were going around their kingdoms.

louis would watch fondly as harry gestures wildly while he spoke about simple things. appreciating that they found each other. louis wouldn't know what he would've done without harry in his life.

harry has this way of grabbing your attention, whenever he speaks, it makes you want grasp everything he says. if it isn't his unforgettable presence, it's his eye grabbing personality. he isn't rude or snotty like other princes.

he's real.

he doesn't play in his royal title, he didn't care about becoming king some day. he just wants to be loved. he wants to build a family and enjoy sunsets—he wants to be held and happy.

louis scoots closes to harry as he speaks, harry just turn into him, sitting back into louis' chest, as he continues to talk. if a moment could last forever, he hopes this is the moment that replays for the rest of his life.

"marry me" louis mumbles interrupting harry's endless ramble about who knows. harry takes a sharp breath in as he pauses his sentence. louis takes a moment to process what he just said.

"huh?" harry breathes looking up at louis with wide eyes, louis shakes his head smiling as he looks up at his boyfriend.

"marry me" louis says confidently quickly nodding, taking their hands together. he hears the conversation in the kitchen freeze, niall and zayn must've heard him.

"w-we can't, my father-" harry tries to explain shaking his head, they can't get married—it wasn't realistic. louis pulls harry's hands in closer to his chest, shaking his head once again.

"we can" louis assures looking at harry with hopeful eyes, he hears zayn and niall come into the room trying to interrupted the couple but he doesn't care.

"louis—" zayn begins

"nonono, guys hear me out" louis softly with a crazy smile painted on his face, he might've been insane from the stuff that keeps escaping his mouth but this is what he wants.

"we could all run away—run away from this madness we all call our life. we could be free" louis adds looking around at his boyfriend and friends who are all looking at him like he's grown a second head.

"my father will find us" harry whispers with wide eyes, niall points at harry agreeing. harry's kingdom was no one to play around with, they play dirty and doesn't care about bloodshed.

"they haven't found us yet" louis points out, they constantly hang out in this cabin. they've been doing it for years now and no one has suspected anything.

"because we haven't been missing lou, we always go back afterwards" zayn mutters taking a seat on the ground, thinking about louis' idea.

"is it worth trying?" louis argues, he's tired of being a prince, he's tired of dancing with princesses and he's tired of not being able to hold harry whenever he wants. he wants harry to be the first person he see each morning.

and he knows, harry wants the same thing.

"but we wouldn't be free louis, we would have to live in secret our whole lives" harry protests tightly gripping onto louis's hand. louis shakes his head scooting closer to harry.

"please" louis begs with his eyes wondering around harry's soft and rosy face.

"this is insane" niall mutters sinking into a squatting position rubbing his face up and down. silence floods the room. no one dares to speak.

"it isn't" zayn admits, pushing himself up to stand up from the ground. "what" niall question looking up at his fellow guard. zayn claps his hands together pointing at the couple.

"we can't stay in this cabin because it's too close to fellow kingdoms but i know another cabin that we could stay at that isn't around anyone" zayn whispers running his fingers through his hair, he can't believe he's actually thinking about doing this.

" i have some family that stays there and they could easily hide us until we could sneak out of the country" zayn adds on

"we could escape to canada—we could actually be free" harry whispers, looking down at his lap processing this whole plan. with the correct time and information, this plan might actually work.

"can we take some time to think about this? this seems too impulsive" niall says standing up from his position on the floor. he pats zayn's shoulder, about to walk back into the kitchen.

"yes" harry agrees looking up at louis with a gentle smile

"i will marry you"

time stops.

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"be back soon" louis softly smiles as he says his goodbyes to his boyfriend whose standing in front of him with a frown.

"i don't want to go" harry cries throwing himself at louis for the second time holding him close.

after harry's answer, the guards tried to convince the couple they were insane but they all knew that they weren't going change their minds.

the only thing, they could do is make sure this plan is foolproof.

dinner was pretty quiet, silence would just echo around the room, the air around them was tense and just like that, their dinner ended but none of the moved from their seats.

not until the planning started, harry pulled out a paper and started writing. soon enough everyone started helping out—this continued until niall and harry had to leave back to the kingdom.

"soon enough, we'll be together forever—you just have to wait" louis whispers in harry's rosy ear trying to comfort the younger boy, harry takes in a deep breath before nodding.

this plan is going happen—and it will work.

harry stays in louis' arm until niall taps his shoulder signaling that they need to leave now or people will start questioning why harry wasn't at his respected kingdom. harry takes a deep breath before separating from louis softly kissing his cheek.

"bye darling" louis mumbles watching as harry walks out of view. harry looks back once more before sadly walking through the woods.

"niall, be honest with me—are we signing our death sentence?" harry gently questions as he hops over a piece of tree that laid on the dirt floor following behind niall.

"honestly?"

"yeah, don't lie to me niall" harry orders with his eyebrows furrowed, watching as niall runs his hand through his hair before stopping.

"yes but i won't stop you guys from doing it"niall mutters straight forward before returning to walking through the woods once again. harry lets out a stress breath of air watching as niall walks away from him.

"why not?" harry asks running after his guard who shrugs in response. harry shoves his arms through his suit jacket before asking,

"why not, niall?" harry questions again walking next to him looking at the boy, confused. niall shakes his head looking down at his hands.

"because i wouldn't forgive myself, if this plan actually works and i stopped you from getting what you deserve" niall mumbles stepping over a small hole that was probably made by some type of animal

the rest of the walk back to the kingdom that held the ball was quiet, it wasn't awkward or tense like dinner. just silence that held nothing. both of the boys thinking about the plan, and nothing more.

harry pulls out his small mirror from his pocket, fixing his hair and making sure any love bites are covered by his suit collar. the guard is first to exit the woods, also fixing his attire before looking back at harry.

"ready?"

"yeah"

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months passed by quickly.

soon enough, the plan was ready to take into effect. the boys had used every meetup to plan, harry and niall started coming to the hangouts sooner, so they had more time to plan.

all of their stomachs would uncomfortably twist as the thought of actually doing it would pass through their minds.

harry and louis deserve to be together...but were they willing to lay down their lives for their freedom?

zayn swiftly made connections with his family that own the cabin, making sure they understood that if the kingdoms knew that they helped the boys escape the country, they would be dead by sundown.

they agreed.

the stuff people would do for love.

"are you ready?" niall whispers watching as harry packs a small bag of clothes that would last a couple of days. harry takes in a deep breath before nodding.

"this has to work, ni" harry mutters as he tucks a shirt into the side of the bag. he makes sure that he was away from the cameras that were probably in his room.

privacy in this kingdom doesn't exist.

"it's going to work—we've thought of every possibility possible. i think this is a foolproof plan" niall mumbles quietly sitting on the chair that's angled to harry's bed.

"when do we leave?" harry questions zipping his bag and tucking it underneath his bed with his foot. bending down and tucking it would be too suspicious.

"midnight. they'll meet us in the front with some horses from their kingdom's stables" niall says watching as harry walks over to him cuddling into his side.

niall runs his fingers through harry's brown locks, he could basically feel harry's heart beating out of his chest.

"do you remember the time we met?" niall smiles looking down at his friend whose eyes brighten as he looks up at niall. harry laughs nodding.

"i was only six—i think you were around seven right?" harry questions holding out his fingers with only seven fingers up. niall playfully rolls his eyes at harry's childish actions before nodding.

"and my mother had brought me into your school, so we could look like relatable people. your class was doing art." harry tells with furrowed brows as he tries his best to remember their meeting.

"you were standing in the middle of the class, laughing loudly at something a boy had said with your fingers cover in paints" harry laughs as he gestures with his hands as he tells the stories. niall could hear all of harry's stories thousands of time and still be interested.

"and right as my mother walked up to you, and bent down at your level, y-you had burst paint all over my mother and yourself" harry chokes out laughing as hard as possible remembering his mom's face cover in light green paint. both looking like aliens.

"the whole class was quiet and then you held your hand out to me covering in paint, and said-"

"'my name is niall, we should be friends'" niall finishes with a soft smile looking at his friend, happy that he distracted him from his nerves. harry throws his head back laughing, cheeks as rosy as can be.

niall joins into the laughter soon after, the two childhood friends babble on and on about old memories with smiles painted all over their faces. after a while, harry's loud laughter turns into soft snores.

niall carefully picks the boy up and places him on his bed, wanting harry to get as much sleep he can before the plan starts.

which is in a couple of hours—god.

niall doesn't bother sleeping, he just watches the moon from the balcony listening to the soft winds and birds that pass by. this plan has to work.

he doesn't care what it takes, harry deserves his happiness. that's all he wanted, since that day in first grade with the paint explosion, his only goal in life was to make harry laugh.

niall's watch goes off, buzzing on his wrist; marking midnight.

it's time.

niall whispers a small prayer before making  way out of balcony closing and locking the doors before going up to harry whose sleeping quietly.

"haz, harry—it's time to go"

• • • • • •

harry's heart threatened to burst out his chest as he opens his bedroom door looking for other guards who might be guarding other doors.

no one.

niall pushes harry behind him taking his hand into his before walking out into the hallway, sword ready on his side. he looks back at harry whose eyes are filled with both fear and motivation.

the boys quietly make their way down the hall, staying next to the wall. harry swallow deeply, his mouth dry and hands clammy as he looks around the halls.

neither of them dare to speak, scared that someone would be around the other corner. they continue to walk down the halls. harry could imagine it—freedom.

he wouldn't feel so empty anymore, he would live his life happily with his soulmate. he would never be lonely again.

louis and harry would find a small town and settle down, probably in another cabin. no one would know who they were, they could run around without any type of judgment.

he wouldn't have to hear how disappointed his father was.

a-and louis and harry would fill their home with children watching them grow up in the people they were meant to be. niall would come over every now and then, making them finger paint, just like how he and niall did.

zayn would probably find a nice partner, and everyone would be happy. harry wouldn't feel like a burden anymore.

he's going be a somebody—

"the prince and guard horan are escaping! report—repeat the prince is leaving with guard horan" a guard yells from behind them with his sword out.

niall shoves harry in front of himself, hand upon his back as the two race down the halls. more and more guards following close behind them.

their legs ache painfully as they run down the thousands of steps, harry's breath stuck in his air as he stumbles down the steps. they are so close.

their hearts slamming their chests in fear and panic of being caught. it isn't over yet.

harry ties his hair back into a bun as he runs onto the last step, finally seeing the exit—thankfully all of the stupid guard were out on patrol and didn't think of blocking the exit.

he looks back at niall who smiles at him, with this realization in his eyes that harry can't understand. niall looks back at the guards who were right behind them before looking back at harry.

"oh the things you'll do, i love you harry—thank you for being my friend" niall yells before pushing harry away and falling back into the guard with his sword out to fight.

"NO" harry lets out a heartbreaking scream pausing his running watching as niall fights with the other guards, giving harry time to run away.

"run harry!" niall shouts as swinging his sword fighting with the guards, he once called his friends. harry gasps for air as he sobs before taking off like niall said.

this can't be happening—

he hears as a sword is dropped onto the floor, he chokes out a loud cry as he stumbles out of the castle that he used to call home.

he runs out, looking for louis and zayn whose standing right out in front of the gates with swords. harry looks back at the castle and realizes that some of the guards are now running behind him.

harry turns back around, watching as zayn and louis start to race toward him probably notice that niall wasn't next to him and he wasn't armed.

harry stumbles over again over the unbalanced rocks that laid in the front of the castle, turning his head to look at the guard—only for his world to stop.

a heartbreaking scream floods his ears as the guard's sword stabs him through the stomach, his knees hit the cold hard ground, taking in a rough breath of air.

the sword is harshly removed from him as he sits on the back of his legs, shakily touching the blood. he looks up, coughing as he pulls in ragged breaths.

his vision blurs as his body falls onto the castle bridge, looking up at the stars that lightly dotted the night sky.

"harry—please please please" louis sobs loudly as he drops his sword on the floor, falling onto his knees next to the younger boy whose eyes are slightly glazed over.

"oh god—no please" louis chokes out, his hands hovering over the stab wound, unsure of how to help. harry weakly grabs onto louis's hand shaking his head.

"i'm tired" harry whispers struggling to keep his eyes open, louis wipes away the tears that are sticking onto harry's pale cheeks. he listens as harry's raggedy breathes shorten.

"it's okay—it's okay my love." louis softly chokes out tears falling onto harry's blood soaked shirt. harry shakes his head once again, coughing and choking on blood.

"i-i'm sorry" harry whispers through his chapped lips eyes slowly blinking. louis knows he isn't sorry for dying so young but for leaving louis alone.

"i'll be okay, i promise" louis smiles caressing harry's cheeks, placing a soft kiss on his sweaty forehead.

"i-i love you louis tomlinson" harry whispers coughing once more as he raising his hand to rest on louis's cheek. the words barely make it out.

"i love you" louis softly speaks, pulling harry into a sat up position, so his head could rest comfortably on his chest instead of the cold hard floor.

"i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you" louis repeatedly whispers until harry finally pulls in his last breath and falls limp in louis's arms.

he shuts his eyes, turning his head up at the sky. knowing he isn't going be okay without him but he didn't want—

"please don't leave me"

to be the last thing harry heard before he faded away.

if we had five more minutes...

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fin. 6.4k words

hi mi amors!

i apologize for disappearing for a couple of weeks without any type of updates. as many know, i do suffer from depression, anxiety, and an eating disorder.

and for some reason, it hit really badly and i was just not okay for a while. but don't worry, i'm totally okay now! well probably not 'totally' but definitely getting there:)

anyways how did you guys like this oneshot? good or bad? comments?

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lots of love!

-M