Harry outstretched his hand as a gesture to shake the royal’s.  Louis extended his trembling hand holding Harry’s in his. It felt perfect as if they were made perfectly for each other, synchronised together. Their eyes met, Louis had never felt this way about another person let alone a guy.

Liam stood awkwardly at the door way. Unsure whether he should leave or wait for his master. He decided that it would be best to give the two boys some privacy. He walked out of the room quietly hoping not to disturb the two. Liam walked out going no place in particular.

He heard a soft chuckle behind him

“We really should stop meeting like this” Zayn joked to the brown eyed boy

Liam smiled turning to see the hazel eyed boy looking more gorgeous then ever.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Liam replied his heart beating heavily

Zayn caught up with Liam walking slowly together. Liam felt like one of those twelve year olds in the movies. He felt all warm and young inside. It was an amazing feeling.

Zayn blushed uncontrollably, contemplating what he was going to do next. He went with t hoping hid choice was the correct one.

He lifted his hand looking at it then pulling it down by his side. Zayn pulled his hand around Liam’s curling his fingers into the other boys. For some unknown reason if felt so right. Zayn looked down at their intertwined hand smiling a little.

Liam was confused extremely confused. He wasn’t sure what the gesture meant.  Although he was puzzled by it, it felt nice for Zayn’s hand to be wrapped around his. The younger boy felt Zayn squeeze his hand reassuringly. It gave him a sense of security. Liam had never felt safe before, he was always on edge. His body dealt with adrenaline on a way unlike most. It was his major source of energy. He thrived on it. Yet Zayn’s warmth was more than reassuring. It felt different. It felt nice.

****

“So um, what are you doing around here? I don’t think we’ve met have we? I think I would remember you, I’m rambling aren’t I? Sorry, I’ll shut up now,” Louis blushed turning his head towards the floor to hide his embarrassment. No one had ever had such an effect on him. He was now stuttering, fidgeting and blushing as the conversation deepened. He wanted to find out more about the so-called ‘Harry’. He wanted to know why Harry made him jitter as he spoke every word, he wanted to know why Harry made his insides melt as soon as those dimples were flashed. The curly haired boy had absolutely amazing features. He was beautiful.

Harry chuckled laying his hand on Louis’ arm. Louis shuddered under Harry’s touch, looking up to meet the curly-haired boy’s gaze, “It’s okay, well I’m Harry, Prince of Scotland. Uh we haven’t met but you seem like a cool guy.”

Louis blushed harder, shoving his hands into his pockets shyly. “Nice to meet you Prince Harry,” he joked gaining a slight bit of confidence as Harry shot him a wink.

“As to you, Prince Louis,” Harry chuckled playfully bowing in front of Louis, “Maybe we could hang out sometime?” Harry suggested flicking his hair to the left and grinning widely at Louis.

Louis nodded, if he wanted to find out more about his feelings about Harry, they needed to spend time together. “I’d like that,” Louis nodded sitting himself on his bed

“I’ll see you ‘round then, yeah?” Harry said making his way to the doorway and standing at the frame awaiting Louis’ answer. He was met by a nod and he found he own way out of the room.

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