"You guys stay down here. If I need backup, I'll yell for you. If you don't see me in 20 minutes, leave. Don't attempt to go in okay?"
Harry whispered to his mates, hanging off a rope on the windowsill.
They nodded and Harry scrambled into the room.
Louis sat up on his bed when he felt someone press something against his throat.
"Wake up." The person whispered harshly.
Hesitantly, Louis opened his eyes.
He gasped.
The man who held the knife was so handsome that he forgot the danger that he was in and reached out to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Get up. Hands against the wall, legs shoulder length apart." The mystery man spoke again.
Louis shifted and the man wrapped a hand around his throat and pressed him against the wall.
He patted Louis's waist and ran his hands against his bum, checking for weapons.
Louis whimpered softly, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the slightest bit turned on.
"Such a pretty boy. It's a pity I have to kill you." Harry purred into the trembling boy's ear.
Louis would've screamed if a hand had not clamped down hard on his mouth.
"Scream and I'll kill you slowly, painfully. Don't give me any trouble and I'll have some mercy, prince." Harry whispered menacingly.
The prince trembled and Harry cuffed his wrists behind him before slipping a gag into his mouth.
"Any last words?" Harry twirled the knife teasingly in front of Louis.
"Oh right you can't talk." Harry smirked and removed the gag.
"Why are you doing this?" Louis whispered, unable to take his eyes off the handsome killer in front of him.
Harry's eyes turned stormy. "It's an order."
"An order from who?"
"My father you idiot. It's revenge. I'm just his errand boy."
"My mother died young for whatever reason and my stepdad just treated me like a servant boy. If I don't complete my tasks, he'd beat or maim me."
Harry wasn't sure why he was confiding in this boy the secrets he'd never told anyone in his life.
Louis stared at Harry.
How could anyone not see how beautiful this boy is was beyond him.
He wouldn't escape death but he knew he wanted to make this boy feel loved, even only for a few seconds.
"Can you grant me one wish?" Louis whispered.
Harry cocked his head to the side.
"What wish?"
Louis gestured to his hands.
"Remove these."
Hesitating slightly, Harry removed the cuffs and stepped back, keeping his hand on his knife in case the prince tried anything funny.
"Come closer." Harry took a step forward towards the prince.
"Closer." Louis whispered.
Harry tightened his grip on his knife and took another step closer.
Louis leapt off his bed and tugged Harry's face close to him and kissed him, on the lips, cupping the smooth curves of his cheeks.
Their lips fit together like puzzle pieces.
Louis pulled away reluctantly. "Make it fast."
Harry stared at him, dazed. "What?"
Louis shot him a half smile and gestured to his knife.
Harry stared at the knife and back at Louis.
He couldn't kill him. Not now. Not when he felt such attraction towards him.
Harry withdrew his knife and Louis cringed, turning away.
With a hiss of pain, Harry sliced across his left palm, blood rushing up to the broken skin.
Louis gasped.
"What've you done?!"
He reached for Harry's hand but he pulled it away, turning the knife on all sides, coating it in his own blood.
Louis stared.
"You need to stay under cover. Keep hidden. Don't let my father find you. If fate wills it, we will meet again. If not, good luck to you, my prince."
Harry sheathed his knife and wrapped a handkerchief around his wound.
Louis reached out and draped his arms around Harry's neck.
He pressed another kiss onto Harry's lips and whispered.
"Stay safe. Be careful."