"I heard he got shot on his forearm."

"And his calves."

That was it, Harry couldn't take it anymore.

He banged the swords on the table forcefully, getting the men's attention.

"That'll be two gold coins." Harry said, glaring at the men.

"It was one, last time?" The man asked, raising his eyebrows.

"That was last time." Harry said, his arms crossed across his chest.

Harry collected the money and kept it in the drawer.

He went over to the cakes and cookies he'd made, unsure. What if Louis didn't like them? He thought.

He shook his head, well it was too late.

He picked up the two clothes in which he'd tied the cakes and cookies.

"You can do this Harry." He said to himself and made his way to the palace.
~

Harry wanted to see Louis, he was desperate. Louis was hurt and it made Harry cringe.

He stopped in front of the palace and looked up.

He was about to enter the palace when two guards stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?" One of them asked.

"To meet Louis?" Harry said it as more of a question.

The man snickered, "who are you?"

"I'm Harry." Harry said with a frown.

"Do you think we care?"

"Please just let me go in, I need to see Louis. Call Zayn if you'd like." Harry pleaded.

"It's Prince Zayn you peasant." One of them said, hitting Harry across the cheek.

Harry didn't flinch, he was used to it.

"You'll don't get it, he knows me! Let me see him!" Harry pleaded again.

"Right everyone says that."

"Well atleast give this to him?" Harry said, giving the goods he had baked for Louis to them.

"What is this? This could be poisoned, for all we know. You don't expect us to actually give it to him do you?" The guard said, dropping what Harry had baked to the ground, smashing it with his feet.

Harry held back a sob.

So much for caring.

~

Harry walked under the rain, feeling like the same sixteen year old who waited outside Lucas's shop.

He just wanted to meet Louis, was that too much to ask for?

Yes, apparently.

He had taken everything for credit. Louis meeting him everyday, having dinner with the queen, everything.

Harry sat on the footpath, which was quiet familiar to him. It was the same one he'd used to sit on, when he had no where to go. Hoping that someone would just give him food.

Harry cried again, he was sick of himself. He ruined everything.

"What's up curly?" Harry heard a familiar voice speak.

Harry looked up to see Beth.

An old man Harry had helped not too long ago.

Beth used to sit on this footpath too, once Harry got his job he made sure Beth had one too.

"It's nothing Beth." Harry mumbled, his knees to his chest.

Beth sat down next to him.

"Tell me son, I owe it to you." Beth said, running a hand through Harry's hair.

"It's Louis.." Harry said.

"The hunter?" Beth asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, you remember that ball right?" Harry asked.

"Ofcourse I do..he had a thing for you right?"

"I messed it all up Beth, I got angry and told him to go away and now I went to apologise and those guards wouldn't let me in Beth.. I.. I don't know what to do." Harry said, covering his eyes.

"You remember Harry when you didn't have a job? You sat right outside Lucas's shop till he gave it to you. You wanted it and you got. You want Louis and you'll get him." Beth said, smiling at Harry.

"I don't want him Beth, I need him. Like air."

~

Harry glared at the guards in front of him.

He wasn't going to move from here. No . He'll sit here for a week but he won't move.

"You'll get yourself sick kid." One the guards said.

"Im getting myself sick, not you. So let me do what i want." Harry said, bitterly.

They'll have to let him in one way or another.

He didn't care if he has to soak himself up or not.

~

Harry shivered on the ground, as the sun rose.

He hadn't moved from the palace's front gates all night.

He sat there and watched the guards, still glaring at them when suddenly he heard Zayn.

"Harry?" Zayn shouted, taken back, standing on the terrace.

What was he doing here?

"Zayn!" Harry said getting up, stumbling a bit.

"Zayn! How is Louis?! Is he alright?!" Harry shouted.

"Why don't you see it yourself?" Zayn said, now smiling.

"They won't let me in!" Harry said, looking the guards who now looked scared.

"Let him in!" Zayn said and the guards moved, letting Harry in and Harry couldn't help but grin wide.

~

"Is he alright?" Harry asked Zayn for the twentieth time, walking next to him as they made their way to Louis's room.

"He is Harry." Zayn said, shaking his head.

"Good." Harry said, nodding his head.

"How long were you sitting there." Zayn asked.

"From yesterday evening." Harry said.

"Are you crazy?! It was pouring!" Zayn said, his eyes wide.

"Nothing I've not been through, this is his room?" Harry asked as they stood in front of a door.

Zayn nodded and Harry took a deep breath.

"He loves you." Zayn says, patting Harry's back and leaving.

Harry takes in a deep breath and knocks.

When he doesn't get any answer he opens the door and peeps inside to see Louis asleep.

He makes his way inside and looks at Louis.

His lips set into a frown when he sees Louis's injured arm and calf.

He grabs the chair near the table and places it next to Louis's bed.

He watches as Louis sleeps.

He was so beautiful.

And Harry gets that.

He gets Louis.

Hopefully.

Louis stirs in his sleep and groans, opening his eyes.

He freezes when he sees Harry sitting there.

He gets up quickly and then winces.

"Careful." Harry says, grabbing his shoulders and setting him against the headrest.

Louis looked at Harry thinking he was imagining him again, like he did when he was on his hunt. He just watched him, trying to imprint each and every feature of his in his mind.

"I had baked you cakes and cookies...but those guards smashed them and they've probably been washed away by the rain." Harry started.

And Louis just sat there, Harry baked for him?

Those guards were going to have it.

"Don't worry I'll bake more for you, I promise." Harry says, a look of worry on his face.

Louis just stares at him.

"I'm sorry Louis.. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to snap at you that day... I just didn't want you to leave. And I felt bad that you didn't tell me. I know it's not done or fair. I'm sorry." Harry said, running a hand through his almost dried hair.

Harry could feel his temperature rising. He was probably going to be sick. But he shrugged it of.

"I'm sorry, not just for that but for the way I treated you. I shouldn't have treated you like that Louis, you deserved so much better. But Louis I didn't know what it was like to be appreciated or liked. I know I was an asshole to you Louis and I'm not here to give you excuses, I'm here to say how sorry I am and that I love you. So much. I should've figured it out sooner but oh well." Harry completed, now looking at Louis.

Louis just stared at him. Thinking what good in life had he done to deserve this.

"Well say something." Harry said, fidgeting under Louis's gaze.

Louis grinned big and leaned forward getting hold of Harry's neck and pulling him in for kiss.

Harry was a bit surprised in the start, but melted into the kiss later, his hands resting on Louis's hips and Louis's in Harry's hair.

When Louis was out of breath he pulled away, resting his forehead on Harry's.

"I love you too, idiot."

~
"One who hopes inordinately, impairs his deeds."

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SO THIS IS IT. ITS CUTE AF OKAY. COMMENT YOUR OPINIONS ON THIS CHAPTER AND SORRY IF THEFE ARE ANY ERRORS BECAUSE I WROTE YHIS HALF ASLEEP STILL AM BUT I HAD TO WEITE THAT CAUSE DAMN OKAY . OKAY BYE. ILY GUYS.