The Prince [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 2

William didn't wait for Harold and walked downstairs to the dining room, finding his little sister eating. He smiled when she noticed him and jumped in his open arms.

"Will" she squealed

"Hey" he kissed her forehead, making her giggle

"Come eat with me"

They ate and Louis let Phoebe go back to their mother's room. He sighed and went outside, to his secret place.

The cold wind blew, forcing his hair to go up. He shuddered, breathing hotly in his hands to heat them up. Then he started to think,

Why doesn't she notice me anymore?

Doesn't she love me?

I know she loves me. But..

Did she really ever loved me?

The rain poured down, he bowed his head. He doesn't care about getting wet right now, he doesn't care about getting sick. He feels numb. He wanted to cry, scream or just die.

"I knew it" he heard Harold, he was holding an umbrella and a white rose

He crouched down, looking straight in William's blues. He twirled the rose in his fingers, catching the princes attention. He took it and just stared at it.

"What are you thinking?"

"Things" he mumbled

"Hmm," William moved his head a little, making his fringe fall in his eyes

Harold swept his hair back, he looked very pretty. After a minute, he stood up and shooed Harold and went back in his bedroom.

His lashes fluttered and his eyes opened slowly, his head feels so heavy and he feels dizzy. He reached for the telephone and dialed Eleanor

"Get me a Medicol for my headache and Harold. Now." he feels so weak

"Prince?" Eleanor and Harold went inside, she left the tray and went out

"Har-old, I feel dizzy, I feel heavy, I feel weak, I feel everything" his posh accent got slurred

"Let me help you" he gave the prince his pill and lifted up his head when he helped him drink his water

Harold stood up to go get a wet cold towel but William grabbed his wrist "I'm just gonna go get something"

"Be back right away" he let go

Harold's fanboying again, he touched him. He went back but stared at William's face, he's sweating, his eyes glassy and his cheeks were flushed.

He can't help but feel hot all over, shaking his head and saying to himself 'no, you can't think of the prince like that'

He folded the towel and placed it on the prince's forehead. He kept groaning and his voice is higher than usual.

"I feel cold" William whined, Harold sighed and pulled the duvet tucked in his chin "Still cold"

William grabbed the towel and threw it across the room, he pulled Harold to his bed and hugged his middle "I don't know what I'm doing so don't you ever tease me about doing things to you"

"Of course prince" he let William sleep on his chest

He looks like an angel, well, more like a fairy. His tuffs of hair stick everywhere, cheeks red and lips so thin that you'd like to kiss but Harold wouldn't dare.

"Styles" his eyes snapped open to find a woman in her 40's, hair up in a messy bun

"Yes?" he rubbed his eyes