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      Published: 2015-01-19 Completed: 2016-02-08 Chapters: 11/11 Words: 46673
****** I'll Be Here Waiting on Forever ******
by sweaterpawstyles
Summary
     Harry made Louis feel like he was walking on air. He was beautiful in
     every way and it constantly amazed Louis. His eyes could melt Louis'
     heart at a single glance, his soft hands made Louis' heart race with
     a simple touch, and the words from his cherry red lips were so
     captivating that Louis held onto everything he said.
      
     There was a constant buzz in Louis' veins when Harry gave him that
     look, the look that spoke more than words ever could. It was a soft
     fond that Louis fell in love with so easily. Too easily.
     Louis was in love with the boy he could never have and show off to
     the world. 
      
     Or
      
     A Romeo and Juliet AU where Louis is an alpha prince who falls in
     love with Harry, an omega prince from the neighboring kingdom
     **NOW EDITED AND COMPLETE
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     all right so this is my first a/b/o fic but the dynamics should
     pretty much be normal. If this is your first a/b/o fic that you've
     read, i HIGHLY recommend looking it up. There's some great sites
     (like tumblr) that give excellent details and explanations to this
     verse.
     I've been writing this fic for nearly a year now and it's like my
     baby so please be nice. I did a lot of research for a/b/o and
     medieval times so things could be as accurate as possible. If it's
     not, I apologize.
     NOTE - I own absolutely nothing and I make no money off of this.
     Let it be noted that I gave a/b/o fic a shot because there's hardly
     any omega harry and it was making me sad. omega Harry is beautiful
     and we need more of it.
     Also, thank you to Khadija and Von for both helping beta this fic.
     EDIT: I'd like to apologize in advance if any part of the timeline in
     this story is off or incorrect. I wrote this over several months and,
     although I tried to edit it, there's still a chance I messed some
     things up.
     Enjoy. x
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Louis was 13 when he met Harry for the first time.
His father had decided to bring Louis along when he made a trip over to the
neighboring kingdom for what he strictly said was for "business purposes". He
told Louis he was too young to understand the details and the reasons as to
why. Frankly, Louis wasn't sure if he cared. He was just excited to leave the
castle for a while.
As much as Louis loved his life in the castle, it was always bustling and a bit
chaotic. His four younger sisters were always running around, stealing away his
spotlight with their mischief. Sometimes, Louis just craved an adventure. The
need to rebel was a desperate flame in him.
For his father to ask him to go with him was a pretty big deal to Louis,
honestly. He and his alpha father have always gotten along well. They were
similar in their personalities and interests, especially relating in their
dominance. His father always told Louis he would be an alpha when he grew up.
That was quite obvious, even at his young age.
But as dominating and alpha-like as Louis was, he had an incredible sweet side
to him. Maybe it was his little sisters’ fault for making his heart melt so
damn easily but Louis also had an innocent face and a fluffy, caramel fringe.
His ocean eyes were the reason he got away with most of his mischief. He just
looked innocent. That's why, when threatened, he used his alpha voice to prove
he had the upper hand in the situation.
For the last 13 years of his life, Louis had lived in the castle with his alpha
father, his sweet gentle-spoken omega mother, and his four little sisters.
Being the oldest and the future heir to the throne meant Louis had to be
trained. His father would teach him basic things most days. Louis supposed
trekking to another kingdom was one of them.
Although, as excited as he was, to say he was nervous about going to the other
kingdom would be an understatement. They were on their horses with two guards
following in their lead. Louis' favorite black horse, who had been stupidly
named Midnight, trotted along obediently. But even Louis noticed the tension in
his father. Their normally light, witty commentary was filled with stiff
glances and silence.
Louis decided not to press the situation and was obedient in his actions, his
manners the epitome of polite when they entered the main hall of the large
castle.
The large room was dark except for the bright candles flickering on the side
pillars that aligned the room. King Robin, a large man with a dark, clean cut
beard and red and purple robes clinging to his frame, rose from his chair and
walked towards them.
Louis watched with hesitant eyes as both kings exchanged tight nods. A strike
of fear bolted down Louis' spine when the smell of alpha penetrated his nose.
He could smell the dominance in both kings. He shivered in slight horror.
Then, King Robin broke Louis out of his trance when he looked directly at him,
his dark eyes narrowing at the nervous boy.
"My son will be here shortly," King Robin told him stiffly before looking back
to his father.
Louis paused and wondered what that meant exactly. Who was his son? How old was
he? How does that affect anything at all?
Both kings then moved to sit at a polished round table in a small sitting room
just off a hallway from the main entrance hall. Louis stood by his father's
right side. His veins were hot with nerves. The dark, candlelit room reflected
both of the kings’ tense faces, when the sudden creaking of a door broke the
silence.
That's when he first laid eyes on Harry.
Ten-year-old Harry walked into the room with a timid look on his pale face. He
shyly muttered an apology to his father for being late, kissed his bearded
cheek, and took a spot next to his father and across from Louis.
His curly hair was in tight ringlets and framed his small face. He looked so
innocent with his wide, green eyes and cherry lips. He was so cute and sweet
looking.
"Harry," King Robin slashed through the unbearable silence, "take young Prince
Louis here and go on your way for we have some—" his eyes darkened visibly,
"—things to discuss."
Harry smiled and nodded politely, his eyes never leaving Louis'.
They stood up at the same time and walked out of the room, a petrifying silence
following them. Harry took the lead in deciding where they were going.
Shortly, they passed a corridor where there was a door that led to the outside.
The silence that previously held them captive vanished the moment they stepped
outside.
Louis' jaw immediately dropped when he saw a gorgeous courtyard ahead of them.
The orchard was covered in various types of trees. Ripe fruit hung from them,
contrasting with the different shades of green from the many plants while
lavender flowers littered the grass.
It was like a little paradise.
"Do you like it?" Harry asked shyly. "I didn't know where else we could go."
Louis nodded and made note of how, no matter how gorgeous the different shades
of green were, nothing was as pretty as Harry's eyes.
"It's very pretty," Louis commented. He felt a nudge of bravery kick in and
before he could stop himself he said, "but you're prettier."
So the second thing Louis ever said to Harry was how attractive he was. And he
honestly couldn't have felt stupider.
But when Harry turned back to him with a little smile, it made it all worth it.
"You're sweet," he replied before pausing again. "You're sweeter than any fruit
here," he said cheekily, grinning like mad.
Louis felt his cheeks go red immediately. Before he could stutter out a reply,
Harry took his hand and led him to an apple tree.
His sweaty hand stayed connected with Harry's small one as they sat down under
the shade of the tall tree. He was so fascinated with this boy. Louis could see
the way his eyes wandered around the garden with an appreciative stare. He
wasn't sure why, but the younger boy seemed to be open to things. If Louis
wanted to, they could probably have a 3 hour long discussion simply on the
apple to his left.
Part of Louis wondered why this boy would take him to one of his favorite
places, even when they had just met. It was odd to Louis.
They hardly spoke the entire time they were in the garden. The silence wasn't
awkward; it was peaceful, comforting even. Something was so incredibly
beautiful about Harry and Louis swore he wanted to be his mate when they were
old enough. Something about him was incredibly beautiful and Louis was
enchanted beyond words.
Louis left the castle with a smile on his face and hope in his heart that day.
-
The second time they met was a year later. Louis was 14.
It was early spring when he saw Harry's perky smile. The boy greeted him the
moment he and his father entered the hall. He took quick note of how beautiful
Harry looked before he was escorted away by the boy's soft hands.
They wound up in a small sitting room just to the side of the main hall. They
sat side by side on the small couch with their knees curled in and their small
hands keeping their fingers enlaced. Good God, Louis was holding hands with a
pretty boy for the second time and he thought he might die.
Harry just stared at Louis with all the love in the world. As though their
families didn't hate each other and this wasn't only the second time they met.
Louis sucked in a deep breath, knowing he should be the one to speak first. He
literally didn't even know the boy but he felt like he was already in love.
"I'm afraid I never formally told you my name the last time we spoke," Louis
cleared his throat nervously. "I suppose I’ll carry on where we left off?" He
wasn't sure if it was a question or not but Harry nodded anyway.
He licked his lips nervously. "Hi, I'm Louis," he smiled softly, his voice
coming out higher and shakier than he expected.
"Harry," the boy breathed out. Louis couldn't help but fall in love with the
way his voice was light and airy like morning sunshine.
Their conversation after that was simple, small talk. Louis found out Harry had
an older sister who had recently discovered she was an alpha, meaning she was
the heir to the throne. That's just how it worked. Whether male or female, the
oldest alpha is the heir to the throne. But oddly enough, Harry didn't seem
upset by the news that he wouldn't become king.
Louis also found out that Harry had a white kitten named Snowflake, his
favorite color was royal purple, and he secretly loved wearing his sister's
dresses.
Louis fell in love more and more with every minute that passed.
And that's how their fathers found them later. Sitting too close on the couch
with Louis's hand stroking Harry's arm lightly, and staring into each other's
eyes. Their attraction was deep and very clear.
Needless to say, their fathers didn't approve.
And the moment Louis had returned home, he was sent to bed without supper and
beaten for his affections towards the other prince.
-
The third time they met, it was a warm day in the middle of March. Louis was
16.
It had been a long day at the castle. His father was showing him the proper
punishments for every criminal, and honestly, it was exhausting and almost sad
to send prisoners to their death with harsh words and a strict alpha tone.
Louis had managed to escape their sorrowful cries by running off outside and
heading towards the stables to retrieve his horse and go for a ride to get his
mind off things.
Midnight had been his loving companion for as long as Louis could remember. The
solid black horse was gentle and loving towards Louis, but had a tendency to be
harsh towards strangers. He honestly loved him.
Louis had no idea where he was going. He just needed to get away from busy
castle and spend some alone time.
He took off riding with a steady speed but he must have gotten lost in his
thoughts because soon it was midday and Louis had no fucking idea where he was.
Looking around, he noted that he was in a small valley surrounded by woods. The
valley itself was square shaped, and long enough that Louis squinted to see the
other side.
The valley had ankle-length, crisp, green grass and purple flowers scattered
all around. It was a gorgeous spring day outside, and Louis decided he'd settle
down there for the rest of the afternoon.
"Louis?"
Louis quickly looked up and pulled out his small sword, steadying it in the
direction of the voice. He squinted his eyes over the bright sun and saw—
Oh Christ.
Harry.
He was a good 15 yards from him. But Louis dropped his sword right as the boy
rode his white horse towards him.
When Harry got closer, Louis saw that Harry was wearing and immediately felt
his heart begin to race. He was wearing what looked to be a solid white dress
that had a gold band around his waist. His hair was longer since they had last
spoken too. He looked so angelic and Louis wanted to cry because of how he
looked next to Harry.
"Oh my God," Harry hopped off his horse and walked towards Louis, pulling him
into a tight embrace. Louis promptly choked when a full wave of pure omega hit
him and his cock twitched as Harry pressed tight against him.
Harry pulled back in a grin. "Funny running into you here," he gestured around
them. "Do you come here often?"
Louis shook his head and Harry raised his eyebrows, as though waiting for an
answer. Louis thought he might choke on his tongue because of how good Harry
looked.
"N—No," he stuttered out, somehow catching Harry's sparkling eyes. "Just needed
to escape for a while. Got lost," he laughed awkwardly. "Have you been here
before?"
"Oh yes," Harry chirped, pulling his horse closer to him and petting its nose.
"It's me and Cotton's favorite place to go when we want to be alone." He smiled
at his horse and turned back to Louis. "And who's this?" He asked, looking just
over Louis' shoulder.
"What?" Louis asked, momentarily confused until he felt a wet nudge on his
shoulder and looked up to see his horse standing right next to him. "Oh, this,
uh, this is Midnight," he patted him softly. "My horse."
"I caught that," Harry chuckled. "He's cute."
"Bit stupid, really." Louis replied and bit his lip harshly when Harry burst
out laughing. God his laugh was so cute.
"So, would you like to sit for a while?" Harry asked, suddenly seeming a little
nervous. "I haven't seen you in a few years. It'd be nice to catch up," he
added.
Louis licked his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I'd love to," he said back, trying not to
seem as nervous as he really was.
Harry grinned and looped his free arm through one of Louis' and led him towards
a certain spot on the grass.
Leading their horses nearby, Harry plopped down and patted a spot for Louis to
sit next to him, which Louis took hesitantly, in fear that he might be sitting
too close to the boy.
Harry laid back, propping himself up with his arms. When Louis mirrored him, he
realized they were a mere inch from brushing skin. He shivered delightfully.
"How are things, Louis?" Harry interrupted his thoughts. "You're doing good?"
"Yeah," Louis responded, fixing his eyes on his horse that was a few yards
ahead of him and next to Harry's horse. "'M all right. Yourself?" He turned
towards him.
"I'm doing good, thank you," Harry turned to meet his eyes. His pale skin
seemingly shined under the warm sun.
There was a small silence between them as they searched each other’s eyes. It
seemed so romantic and Louis was aching with the thought of Harry being his
omega. Cause fuck, he smelled like heaven.
"Louis?"
Louis snapped himself out of a trance. "Yeah?"
"Um, are you, um, are you an alpha?" Harry asked shyly, suddenly losing their
eye contact to stare at the grass. "You, well, uh, smell like one to me."
Louis nearly choked at the boy's words. He tried to remain as composed as
possible.
"I am, yeah," he answered. "My father's an alpha too." He shut his eyes in
embarrassment. He just realized how the topic of their fathers was probably
sore. They weren't supposed to be together now. They were supposed to hate each
other.
But Harry just nodded slowly. "So is my father," he told him. "And my sister,"
he added with a smile before looking up again. "But I'm an omega."
"I know," Louis blurted out. "Fuck, I mean, yeah, I can just—" he bit his lip
in complete shame. Fucking hell he was so embarrassing. "You smell, uh, good.
Like an omega, I guess," he finished, terribly guilt that everything would be
awkward now.
Harry paused before bursting out into giggles. He rolled over on his side so
his whole body faced Louis as he propped himself up on one arm.
"I'm sorry if I'm making this weird," Harry blushed, offering him a small
smile. Louis opened his mouth to speak but Harry cut him off, "I feel like I
make you nervous, and I'm sorry if I do." His whole demeanor changed and he
suddenly looked genuinely apologetic.
"No, no," Louis rushed out quickly. He rolled over so he was mirroring Harry's
position, "I guess I'm just not used to being around someone like you," he said
nervously, picking at the grass in front of them.
Harry was literally inches from his face and Louis thought he might die.
He furrowed his brows. "Someone like me?" Harry was clearly confused. "What do
you mean?"
"Uh," Louis paused. Fucking shit, Louis might as well say it. The first thing
he ever told Harry was how pretty he was. He literally had nothing to lose. "I
mean," he said slowly, "someone as beautiful as you."
Harry's eyelashes fluttered and his cheeks turned a shade pinker. "You think
I'm beautiful?" He asked shyly, as though Louis might have just been joking.
"I told you when I was only 13 years old, did I not?" Louis reached up, using
the hand that was picking at grass, to touch Harry's cheek. He dragged his
pointer finger over the flesh. His skin was so soft.
Harry's breathing noticeably changed under the contact of Louis' hand. His eyes
widened as he nuzzed into the touch. "You remembered that?" He seemed
breathless.
Louis nodded and kept watching his finger stroke Harry's oh-so-soft cheek.
"'Course I remembered," He replied back. "You took me to that beautiful orchard
too."
Harry's face fell then. "I miss that place," he confessed, sighing.
Louis dropped his hand from Harry's cheek, causing Harry to look up at him.
"What happened to it?" Louis asked.
"My father, uh," he paused. "Burnt it."
Louis's eyes widened. Why the hell would someone burn such a beautiful place?
"Why?" He pressed.
Harry shrugged. "I guess my father doesn't like beautiful things."
"That's not a good enough reason," Louis blurted out.
"I know," came Harry's reply.
There was another moment of silence as Harry stared at Louis' hand that was
picking at the grass. Louis was shocked that he had spoken and now he was
scared that there was a new wall of tension.
"Louis," Harry said after a moment. God, the way Harry said his name so lightly
made him shiver, "we won't be like our fathers, will we?" He asked so
hesitantly, seeming to know very well that he was treading over dangerous
waters.
"I don't want to be, love," Louis responded. "I think you and I will be really
good, uh," Louis bit his lip, "we'll be really close," he finished.
Harry looked up with a smile. "Good," he said. "Because I want to know
everything about you," he giggled, grinning.
Louis laughed. "All right, what do you want to know, love?"
"Everything there is to know," Harry replied immediately.
"Everything?" Louis asked.
"Everything."
"All right," Louis chucked. "Ask me questions then."
"Favorite color?"
"Black."
"Favorite animal?"
"Anything but cats."
Harry gasped.
"How could you!" he accused and Louis burst out laughing. "I can't believe you
would said that, cats are wonderful companions," Harry informed him as if it
were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Nah," Louis shrugged. "I prefer my horse if anything."
"Fine," Harry narrowed his eyes. "Favorite food?"
"Anything really."
"Favorite weather?"
Louis paused. "Snow, I think."
"Ever had a first kiss?" Harry raised his eyebrows tauntingly. Louis chuckled.
"Nope," he responded. "Unless my mum counts."
Harry laughed. "It does not," he said. "Okay, um, ever been hunting?"
"Once with a friend, actually. I was quite good," he prided himself and winked
at Harry.
"Ever been in a tickle fight?"
"I—" Louis paused suddenly. "Wait, wait what?"
Harry grinned and before Louis could process what was happening, Harry suddenly
pounced onto him and pushed him to lie on his back. He quickly straddled
Louis's hips and began tickling the older boy and laughing hysterically.
Louis wasn't sure if he had ever felt such a bright happiness as he felt with
Harry. Everything he did and said was wonderful and if Harry let him, he hoped
they could be together one day. But he tried not to think about what would
happen if their fathers knew they were together.
The couple spent the rest of the day together. They laughed and told each other
stories from their kingdoms. Honestly, it was as though they had known each
other their whole lives. It felt like Louis had just blinked when he was aware
that the sun was about to go down and he needed to head back.
"Love," Louis broke into their first silence together. "I hate saying this, but
I need to go." He stood up and offered his hand to Harry to help him.
Harry nodded and accepted his hand gratefully. He brushed off his dress and
turned back to Louis. "Can we meet again?" He asked. "I had fun today. So, so
much fun."
"We'll have to," Louis smiled. "'M afraid I'll miss you if we don't," he winked
at the boy.
Harry blushed and pulled Louis into a tight embrace. But the sudden contact
surprised Louis and almost caused him to fall backwards. In a desperate attempt
to not fall over onto his bum, it caused him to fall forwards.
Next thing he knew, he was somehow wedged in between Harry's legs, who was
lying on his back and laughing hysterically.
"Oh god," Louis apologized, panicking. "God, I'm so sorry, love, are you all
right?"
Harry just laughed in response and pulled his arms around Louis' neck.
"I'm fine," he finally said, giggling. "I'm fine, Louis, really," he added when
Louis stared at him in concern.
There was a slight pause as Louis suddenly realized he was in between Harry's
legs and his cock was just inches from Harry's. Oh God.
"H—Harry," he asked, placing his hands on either side of Harry's head. "C—Can
I, um, can I kiss you?"
His heart was pounding so hard. Harry's eyes were wild and he stared at Louis,
completely breathless. His hair was fanned out across the ground and he looked
so damn good.
"Yeah," Harry answered quietly. "Yes, you may."
Before he could talk himself out of it, Louis leaned down and captured Harry's
lips with his own.
Harry's plump lips were wet and tasted of cherries and sugar. His moans were
high as he sighed into their lip lock and Louis swore he was floating on
clouds. It was a hundred times better than he could have ever imagined.
Their kiss continued softly. Harry's lips were so wet and beautiful, just like
the rest of him.
It took all of Louis's willpower to pull away from Harry's incredibly soft
lips. When he did, he stared down at Harry's green eyes. They were wide and he
was slightly flushed under their contact. He licked his lips, relishing the
taste of Harry.
"You're a good kisser," Harry said breathlessly.
Louis laughed and leaned down to peck his lips again. "Thank you," he said,
nudging Harry's nose. "You aren't so bad yourself."
A smile formed on Harry's face and Louis finally pushed himself up and off of
Harry. He reached down to help Harry up. Their hands stayed connected.
"Be safe going home, all right?" Louis said, stroking Harry's wrist with his
thumb. "Don't want you getting hurt, love."
"I will," Harry promised. "It's a longer ride for you than for me."
"How far are we from your castle?" Louis asked curiously. He honestly had no
idea.
"I'll be home before dark," Harry said, glancing at the sun that was just
beginning to set. "You'll need to hurry to make it back to your kingdom before
dark."
Louis nodded. "Right, right. Okay, um," he paused before hesitantly asking,
"May I see you tomorrow then?"
Harry kissed his cheek, "I'd love that," he said with a smile. "Come at about
midday, all right?"
"I'll be there," Louis promised. It suddenly struck him how much he didn't want
to leave Harry. He wanted to stay there with him forever, just laughing and
forgetting about their lives and roles as princes. "Well, goodbye Harry," he
grimaced.
Harry watched his expression and pulled Louis into a tight hug. Louis’ arms
melted around Harry's waist as he gave a quick kiss to the younger boy's neck.
"Bye Louis," Harry whispered. He pulled back, flashed Louis a smile, and then
walked away.
Louis watched as Harry mounted his horse and rode off in the opposite
direction. And that's when Louis knew he was so, so gone for this boy.
And if he returned to the castle to his scolding, horribly worried mother and
his father, who quickly beat him for his actions, he decided it was all worth
it if he felt Harry's lips again.
He fell asleep that night to green, green eyes haunting his dreams.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     So here's chapter 2(:
     Thank you so much for all the sweet feedback on the last chapter(:
     you guys are absolutely lovely.
     This chapter has a lot more angst in it so fair warning.
     Enjoy. x
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The next day, Louis returned to the field to meet Harry at the same exact time
and location he said he would. When he hopped off Midnight, he saw that Harry
was already there.
"Hi," Louis approached him with a smile. Harry visibly brightened at the sight
of Louis. He quickly stood up and pulled him into a short hug.
"Hi yourself," he replied and pulled back, much to Louis' displeasure.
Louis felt his breath hitch in his throat because Christ, Harry looked even
prettier than Louis remembered from just yesterday.
Today, Harry was in a simple dress robe. It was a dark, like a red wine. The
longer he stared at the beautiful boy, the more Louis lost his breath.
"How are you?" Louis asked him, opting to take Harry's hand in his own. They
sat down on the grass across from each other, their knees touching with ease.
Louis shivered at the delightful contact.
"Good," Harry chirped. "'M quite surprised my father believed my lie
yesterday." Louis raised his eyebrows at the statement. "I told him that I went
out hunting with a friend. And he thinks that it's important for me to learn I
suppose," he giggled.
"My father beat me for my actions," Louis confessed shyly, a little worried
Harry might get scared at his words. "He didn't want an explanation, not that I
would have told him I saw you," he rushed out, nearly panicking. "It's
just…hard, I guess."
Harry nodded understandingly. "I know," he said with a small sigh. "It's
terrible how much our kingdoms hate each other. But we won't be like them,"
Harry piped up with positivity. His green eyes pierced Louis' with a promise.
"Let's be different."
Louis couldn't help but smile at Harry's perkiness and pleasant optimism.
"Let's be different," he agreed.
And it was different.
Once again, they spent their entire day wrapped up in a sweet conversation and
the occasional soft caresses or kisses. Harry apparently had a thing for tickle
fights, which occurred fairly often if Louis wouldn't stop talking and Harry
got bored of listening. But every time Harry pounced on him, Louis always got
the upper hand and they ended up rolling on the ground in each other's arms,
filling the empty field with their hysterical laughter.
Harry made Louis feel like he was walking on air. He was beautiful in every way
and it constantly amazed Louis. His eyes could melt Louis' heart at a single
glance, his soft hands made Louis' heart race with a simple touch, and the
words from his cherry red lips were so captivating that Louis held on to
everything he said.
There was a constant buzz in Louis' veins when Harry gave him that look, the
look that spoke more than words ever could. It was a soft fond that Louis fell
in love with so easily. Too easily.
Louis was in love with the boy he could never have and show off to the world.
To an extent, it angered him to know their families wouldn't approve of their
relationship at all. But it also made him sad. Their people didn't despise each
other like the royals did, much to Louis' confusion.
Harry even brought up the topic later on that afternoon. Louis felt oddly
comfortable discussing it this time. They freely debated and agreed on the
confusion regarding the hatred. It had been in their families for so long,
Louis supposed they probably forgot as to why they hated each other.
When they finally decided to part at sundown, their lips met in a sweet kiss.
So sweet, it was almost painful to end. Louis had fallen in love with the small
sigh and delightful moan Harry emitted whenever their lips locked. Everything
about him was incredibly gorgeous.
And every day, Louis continued falling.
The months went on and they got even closer. They met at least a couple times a
week in that field, escaping their hectic lives and living in their own
exclusive world.
What started as small, short kisses turned into more heated make out sessions
that involved Harry almost grinding on Louis. As hard as it was to restrain
himself against such a heavenly-smelling omega, Louis just knew he couldn't
mate yet. It killed Louis to know that Harry might actually be wet under his
dress robes because of Louis.
It was incredibly tempting just to make love to Harry right in that field. He
had to remind himself that he wasn't ready to mate nearly every time he was
with Harry. They fit together so easily, so naturally.
They never really discussed their relationship with each other but it didn't
bother Louis at all because they fit together so perfectly; everything fell
into place when they were together. They both just knew it.
Louis and Harry shared an unspoken love that flourished through their laced
fingers, the soft moans in their kisses, and the sparkles deep in their eyes.
It was later that fall when Harry shyly, and very briefly, mentioned how they
should bond when they were a little older. Naturally, Louis agreed with no
hesitation. He didn't tell Harry just how tempting it was to bond now though.
It amazed Louis to watch how he and Harry fit together so damn well. They were
similar; not only in their interests, but now, in the way they talked and acted
as well. They mirrored each other’s body language frequently and completed each
other's sentences effortlessly.
Louis saw Harry most days, and the days he didn't were painful enough. The more
they saw each other, the more Louis wanted to bond with Harry. He wanted to
prove to the world that Harry was his, even when they were apart. But he knew
how risky it was if they did.
Louis knew becoming bondmates would enhance their pain when they were apart and
that it would nearly become painful. And then Harry would start his heat early,
and Louis would lose all sense of self control.
Louis was in pure, utter paradise with Harry. He was 17 years old and he swore
he was in love with a soon-to-be 15 year old. It was all so perfect.
Then, one cold late December day, in their 9th month of seeing each other, it
all came to a sudden end.
Louis met Harry in the field again, in that same damn spot. But the moment
their eyes met Louis knew something was wrong.
Harry's eyes were red and wet and he was clearly crying. He fell into Louis'
arms in utter hysterics, leaving Louis confused and barely able to hold the
shaking boy.
"Baby? Oh God, what's happened?" Louis tried to ask calmly as he rubbed Harry's
back, listening to the boy's cries. Something was terribly wrong and Louis was
surely going to be sick.
After a moment, Harry stopped crying long enough to speak. He wrapped his arms
around Louis's neck and sniffled harshly.
"H—He knows," Harry whimpered, not meeting Louis' eyes. "M—My father, he thinks
I have a— a lover. He knows I'm seeing someone."
Louis felt a sudden drop in the pit of his stomach. His blood felt like it was
on fire, threatening to burst through his veins. He was absolutely terrified as
to what would happen if King Robin told his father that their sons were seeing
each other. Louis shivered and a panic arose inside of him.
"Does he know it's me?" Louis asked him urgently, feeling his fingernails dig
into Harry's love handles. "God, Harry, does he know you're seeing me?"
Harry shook his head furiously. "No, no, he doesn't. I told him I wasn't seeing
anyone but he won't believe me. Louis—" he suddenly made a choking sound,
biting his lip harshly. "I have to stop seeing you."
Louis felt like he was struck by lightning. Those six words made his heart
completely stop. All their hopes and daydreams and love—everything was
disintegrating.
Louis didn't know how to reply. He couldn't breathe. He felt as though he was
slipping underwater. His head was fuzzy and all he could hear was the broken
rhythm of his shattered heart. Everything was blurry and he couldn’t even stop
the tears from rolling down his cheeks.
"Please," he suddenly sobbed. His mind wasn't catching up with his mouth and
words were tumbling out carelessly. Louis was now freely crying and staring at
the younger boy who cried just from watching Louis.
"You can't mean that. You can't. Hazza, please," Louis was begging now.
Pleading for Harry to realize that he wanted this to work. Fuck, he needed this
to work. But Harry continued to shake his head.
"We can't, I can't," Harry said between gasping breaths. "I'm sorry, I'm so
sorry." He bowed his head to rest against Louis' shoulder. "It's for your
protection. If we're caught—"
"I know," Louis interrupted, feeling the lump in his throat grow. "But please,
just listen. We'll figure it out, I promise." Louis honestly couldn't stop
crying. He gripped Harry tighter. "Please don't leave," he pleaded. His mind
seemed to draw blank and all he could choke out was—
"I love you."
Harry's fingers played with the hair at the nape of Louis' neck. His breathing
was harsh and ragged, much like Louis'. The boy met his red eyes and stared at
him with wide orbs.
Harry swallowed tightly, letting out a small sigh. "I love you too," he told
him with the slightest hint of a smile. "I love you so much."
Louis watched through blurry tears as Harry stood on his toes to kiss Louis'
cheek with a gentleness that made Louis want to scream.
Louis knew the words were coming. His mind was surrounded by darkness and his
heart was beating so rapidly. He shook his head in utter disbelief—
"Please, don't, Harry-"
"Goodbye, Louis."
The words hit him. Louis stopped breathing.
Harry leaned up again, pressing his unforgettably smooth lips against Louis'.
The older boy barely had time to kiss back before Harry whipped himself away,
dashing off towards his horse.
Louis was forced to stand there in shock and disbelief as Harry rode away until
he was out of the clearing.
And all Louis could do was sink to his knees in hysterical sobs.
-
It was 13 months before Louis saw Harry again.
He hadn't quite been the same since he last saw Harry riding across that field
with those glassy green eyes and a broken heart. Everything had changed since.
His mindset and emotions towards love were at a new perspective but Louis still
felt the same.
It was painful to have to try to move on from something so painful and not to
be able to tell anyone about it. He was shut away in his room most of the time,
drowning in his thoughts of Harry. Every single day, everything he thought of
related back to him.
His father might have suspected something but Louis believed he was too busy
sending off his daughters to other kingdoms. Each of the four girls were to
stay at different kingdoms across the land until they were of proper age to
marry the prince of the kingdom in an arranged marriage. They were far too
young, Louis thought, but it kept his father from focusing on his hidden grief.
Similarly, Louis' mother most likely didn't notice any changes in Louis. Not
only was she maintaining her tasks as Queen, but she was also currently
pregnant with Louis' fifth sibling.
Louis would be lying if he said he had a close relationship with his parents.
He loved them, yes but he often felt as if they only saw him as the alpha that
would take over the throne after his father died and not as their son, who was
secretly falling apart.
And at first, Louis thought that locking himself away in his room with a head
full of thoughts would help him try to get over Harry somehow. But he quickly
realized it only made things worse.
So Louis tried to distract himself with the few duties he had to do as the
prince. With his sisters gone and his parents too busy to care, boredom often
overcame him. And he couldn't go back to that field again. He simply couldn't.
And despite the time Louis spent trying to forget Harry, he couldn't help but
faintly blush or feel a swoop in his stomach at the mere thought of the boy.
Everything seemed to lead back to him; a random white horse, a bunch of
flowers. It was beauty that linked him back to Harry, really.
His father visited the neighboring kingdom several months after Louis and
Harry's break up. When he returned, he told Louis about how lovely Harry
looked, how he was growing up to be a beautiful prince. King Mark jokingly said
it was too bad he was from the other kingdom. At that, Louis had felt a stab of
guilt and had an overwhelming desire just to get a glance at Harry. He missed
him more than words could ever describe at times like these.
In the end, 13 months later, and Louis still felt the same.
He was 18 now and he felt like a different person compared to when he had last
seen Harry. Physically, he hasn't changed much but he had matured and was
growing more and more confident with the idea of taking over as the king one
day. He had to be of course. He was no longer considered a child and he was
going to become king soon.
Although Louis had already known that he was an alpha, in his time of being
away from Harry it was confirmed when he had his first rut that summer. He hid
in his room for days, struggling at the thought of his boy not being there. He
craved Harry's soft touch and lingering kisses. It was pure pain.
Since his first rut, his father often teased him about finding a lovely omega
princess to marry and mate. And maybe he was right, honestly. Maybe he would
never see Harry again, much less marry him. But something inside Louis was
hopeful. Whenever teased, he would swallow his pride and simply smile.
Not a single day went by where Louis didn't think of Harry.
-
It was a surprisingly warm January day when Louis' father asked him to join him
on his trip to the neighboring kingdom. Only this time, the king refused to
tell Louis the reason behind the trip. He told Louis that he was going for
reasons he would later discover.
Before Louis had a chance to process the fact he might actually see Harry, he
found himself back in that main entrance hall. It was just the same as before,
really. Even the way both kings curtly nodded at each other and the way the
candlelight flickered hesitantly. And Louis was terrified. He wasn't at all
prepared to see Harry. He was nervous and shaky and knew he would fuck this up
if he wasn't careful.
Louis' thoughts were interrupted when footsteps sounded through the silent
hall.
Harry walked in with all his glory. He looked so beautiful and just like every
time he laid eyes on his boy, Louis suddenly couldn't breathe. His heart
pounded hard and fast to a new rhythm at the sight of Harry.
The younger boy's light blue dress robes graced the floor with every long step
he took and the beautiful, dark curls on his head were now even longer, loose
spirals that fell down to his shoulders. His eyes were even brighter than Louis
remembered.
Louis could smell the strong, crystal clear omega scent the moment he walked
over towards the three of them. It was much stronger than it used to be, so
much that it completely overwhelmed Louis. Harry smelt of literal sunshine and
roses and all things beautiful.
Louis refused to leave the castle without Harry being his again. As nervous as
he was to talk to him, he really wanted nothing more than to take Harry away
and marry him under a golden sunset, and make love to him in a room full of
luxuries, and fill Harry full of his children, and spend the rest of his life
staring into those pretty eyes.
All the time he spent trying to forget him was futile because it all came back
the second he laid eyes on Harry. Louis was so gone for him.
As though he hadn't just planned out his whole life around the boy, Louis
smiled softly, and Harry returned the smile back.
"Harry," his father's voice cut into what Louis considered a romantic moment,
"Why don't you and Louis talk elsewhere?"
Harry kept his eyes trained on Louis as he gave an innocent smile. "Yes,
father," he said obediently.
The kings mumbled under their breaths before standing up and proceeding to
another hallway with the two guards Louis' father brought. Louis tried not to
focus on how odd that was but soon, the two boys were alone and that was long
forgotten.
"Take my hand," Harry offered his hand, just as though things had never
changed. Louis accepted it. Their eyes never broke contact.
As they made their way out of the room, hand in hand, the only thing Louis
could focus on was that it all felt perfect again. Holding Harry's hand again
was repairing his broken heart. Harry was his other half.
"I haven't seen you in so long," Harry said idly, continuing to direct his
thoughtful gaze ahead of them and not at Louis. "You look really good."
Louis bit his lip at the compliment from the boy. "Thanks," he replied, more
shyly than he intended. "You've grown up so much now. You look a lot older than
you did even just 13 months ago."
Harry bowed his head in a soft smile right as he led them into a small sitting
room.
"'M not as grown up as you," Harry teased as he went to sit down on one of the
benches, pulling Louis with him. "You're a proper prince now."
Louis took note of the way Harry's face literally glowed and a light blush hit
his cheeks when their thighs touched.
Louis knew now would be his best chance to say something.
"I haven't gone a single day without thinking of you," Louis confessed quietly,
feeling his heart beat loudly. "I've missed you more than words can explain."
He watched as Harry kept his eyes focused on his lap. "I know," Harry finally
let out with a small whimper. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Harry sounded so
close to tears. "I've thought of you every minute since I left, Lou."
Louis took his moment of courage and went forward with it. And fuck, Harry
wanted him too.
"Baby, please. I need you. Please, we'll make this work." Louis freely pleaded,
gripping Harry's hands even tighter in his. The boy looked up at him and their
eyes met in matching sorrow.
Louis noticed how close they had gotten in their time of talking. The full
length of their legs was now touching and their faces were mere inches from
each other.
"I meant what I said the last time I saw you, Harry," Louis told him. "I'm so
terribly in love with you, and—" he paused, "—I want to be your mate." He
reached up to cup the boy's face and pull their foreheads together.
Harry's breath hit him and Louis fell in love with the simple rush that tingled
up his spine all over again. His heart had never pounded so hard.
"Despite our family history," Harry paused, "and our fathers," his breath
visibly became unsteady and his voice got higher at those words, "I can't help
but feel like we're supposed to be together. I—" he paused even longer this
time, "I want to make this work. I want to be with you. I want to be your
mate," he added.
Louis paused and more silence filled the room. He gripped Harry's cheek
tighter. "I love you, Harry. I promise we'll make this work. I'll be your alpha
and I'll keep you safe."
Harry nodded against his forehead, breath hitching again. "I love you too. I
want to be your omega," he sighed into his words.
"My omega," Louis tested the words softly. "My beautiful, gorgeous omega."
Harry whimpered at his words and Louis felt a sudden excitement in his veins.
Before he had time to react, Harry pulled their faces away. He moved to rest
his head on Louis' shoulder.
"What about our fathers?" Harry asked nervously as he connected their hands.
Louis wished he could give him an answer. But he couldn't. He hated to admit
that their relationship would never be approved by anyone.
"I don't know," Louis said weakly, rubbing his thumb on Harry's hand. "I'm
sorry."
Harry nuzzled his neck. Louis soaked up the omega smell with a moan he hoped
Harry didn't hear.
"We'll find a way," Harry promised, pulling back to stare at Louis.
It was so, so beautiful just to stare into Harry's eyes, the same ones that
haunted his dreams nearly every night, and know that his whole world was
staring back at him. He was so in love.
Louis steadily leaned in to kiss Harry's lips. It was as though time completely
froze. Harry's lips tasted so sweet and amazing, Louis never wanted it to end.
Their kiss began to grow deeper and Louis allowed his hands to slither up to
Harry's waist to grip his love handles. Harry visibly arched up into the touch
and pressed himself more into Louis' gentle touch. Everything smelled of Harry
and sweet, unbonded omega and Louis wanted nothing more than to leave his bond
mark right on Harry's neck, to prove this boy was his.
Louis gently ended the kiss. "I choose you," he said confidently, pulling their
foreheads together. Harry's erratic breath mixed with his own. "Despite what
anyone says."
He felt Harry smile against him. "Lou—"
An agonizing scream is what pulled them apart.
Louis jumped at the startling sound, his blood running cold with fear. Louis
felt panic arise in him because he knew that voice all too well. That was his
father's voice.
Louis immediately bolted off of the bench with Harry right beside him, gripping
his bicep in horror at what awaited them.
Louis rushed out into the hallway with Harry right on his tail. He ran down the
hall before coming to a sudden halt. He let out a loud gasp, standing frozen at
the sight before him.
His father laid dead just a little further down the hallway with the two guards
on either side of him. Louis could see the stains of blood pooling the floor,
even from his distance.
Immediately, Louis felt vomit rise in his throat at the sight. His head was
spinning and everything seemed to stop. He didn't have time to question
anything before Harry suddenly shoved him.
"Go!" Harry's eyes were wide and frantic but Louis kept his eyes trained on his
dead father. He couldn't run to him, or listen to Harry. He was frozen.
"Louis! You need to leave! Go!" This time, Harry pushed him hard in the other
direction, causing Louis to stumble before he was running away. He didn't look
back at Harry or his father. He followed Harry's directions and ran.
He didn't stop running until he reached his horse. Then, he passed out.
-
Louis didn’t remember much of the ride home. His horse had woken him up and he
was still in a haze as he somehow made it back to the castle.
He had dashed into the main hall, desperate to find someone, anyone to tell. He
wanted to scream, knowing he had left his father behind. But it was shock that
flooded him. Utter shock that his father was actually dead. No tears came at
all. He was in complete disbelief.
That is, until Louis' mum entered the hall and immediately wanted to know where
her husband was. It was in that moment, when his heavily pregnant mum stared at
him with confusion written on her face, that Louis realized he couldn't do it.
Louis couldn't just say that it was most likely King Robin who had killed his
father. He had no proof at all. He was stuck with the gory images and no story.
He couldn't even open his mouth to tell his mum anything, much less that her
husband was dead. There was a chance that out of rational anger, his mum might
make a battle out of this.
He looked up to meet her kind eyes and that's when he lied.
That's when Louis lied and said his father and the guards were killed by a pack
of wolves on the trip back. That it was all an accident.
He would never tell anyone about how his father was murdered right when he
kissed the most beautiful boy or how scared Harry's eyes were when he saw
Louis' father's body, how he—
Louis quickly fled the scene, trying to ignore his mother's agonized cries. He
refused to let anyone see him cry and so he ran up to his room and slammed the
door shut. It was anger that now filled him. It was the thought of Harry. Had
he known? Was he meant to distract Louis? Could Louis have saved his father had
he not been so focused on Harry?
He choked out a sob and banged his fist against the wall at the sudden
realization. Louis was the King. Just the thought and the image of his father's
lifeless body in that castle made him nauseous again.
He cried himself to sleep. It was dark when he was woken up by a servant,
telling him his mother had gone into labor. It was a risky birth—as it was pain
induced.
Louis stayed huddled up in his bed. His thoughts strayed to his father's body,
somewhere in the depth of that horrid place. And Harry, the one he had promised
himself to, was there without him. Did Harry know his father would die? Did he
trick Louis?
Louis stayed in his room and watched the rain pound outside of his room. It was
dark, cold, and rainy. He thought the depressing weather fit his mood well.
That's when a servant came into Louis' room and told him that his mother and
baby brother didn't survive.
Louis screamed so loud the sound of the harsh rain outside dissolved under his
shivering cries.
-
That was 7 months ago. So here Louis was today. His father and mother were
dead. His sisters were in other kingdoms. And Louis was the King.
On that January day, Louis had gone from feeling on top of the world knowing
that Harry was going to be his omega, to suddenly being at the lowest depths of
his despair.
The people in the village and castle were just the same over the news of their
King and Queen as well. Louis was forced to continue the lie he had brought on.
He was the only one who knew of his father's murder now. Well, except for
Harry.
Not a day went by where he didn't wonder what happened to his boy. He craved
his sweet, omega scent and his loving eyes and his beautiful moans when they
kissed. He missed every inch of Harry.
Louis was so lonely and his heart ached badly for a mate. He was ready to bond
now that he was King. He needed an omega to mate and breed with. He felt even
more pressure now that he needed an heir to the throne. But one thing was
certain in his mind: he refused to mate with anyone but Harry.
For now, Louis tried to keep his mind off of his heartache by busying himself
with his role as King. He still didn't know why his father was killed. He
didn't understand what discussion led to his death but he’d managed to postpone
seeing King Robin—the most-likely murderer of his father—up until now.
Louis was confused, lost, and terribly lonely. Everything inside of him ached
and every thought that passed through his mind screamed for Harry.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     soo here's the first smut scene. This chapter is filled with fluff
     and smut yayy.
     Also, I apologize for updating so late. I've been super busy this
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Louis sat on his throne in the main hall with a tired expression looming on his
face. Here he was, sitting on a throne of such authority. He should be proud to
be the king and hold his head up high. But now, he only listened to the pouring
rain outside and thought of how the weather resembled the aching buzz in his
veins.
He had just finished giving trials for the prisoners and their crimes. For now,
being the king, he was in charge of their punishment. Whether it was life or
death, Louis got to choose. The thought alone scared him.
The rain pounded against the castle walls, bringing shivers down Louis' spine.
"Your Highness," a servant suddenly rushed up to him, bowing immediately. He
straightened up and gave Louis a nervous look. "You have a visitor."
Louis sat up in his chair, the boredom falling away with the servants words.
"Send them in," he responded.
A nervous feeling wrecked through Louis at the thought of someone visiting in
this weather. He just had to hope it wasn't King Robin.
Three guards burst through the doors on the opposite end of the hall. They were
escorting someone, who was soaking wet from the rain outside. As they walked
closer, he could see the figure had dark hair that was falling over his eyes—
Louis sat up straighter in his chair as the figure and his guards stumbled
forward.
"Louis!" the oh-so-familiar voice called. Louis stood up from his throne. He
knew that voice better than anything. The sweet, sweet voice filled with omega
undertones. It was his boy's voice.
"Harry," Louis breathed out, keeping his eyes trained on the boy until he was
on the steps a few feet away from his throne, held tight in the guards’ grip.
Harry was completely soaked from the rain. His curly hair was tangled and
messy, his eyes were wild as he stared up at Louis. He looked like such a mess.
"I'll take him," Louis declared. Immediately, one of the guards opened his
mouth to protest, Louis quickly cut him off.
"I said, I'll take him," Louis said in a firmer voice, adding a small alpha
tone to it, simply to prove his authority.
The guards released Harry simultaneously with a small shove. Harry, so caught
up in staring at Louis, fell forward at the push. Louis lunged forward in time
to catch him and pulled him close to his chest.
Harry was halfway through an apology when Louis suddenly gripped him underneath
his knees and picked him up into his arms bridal style. Harry squeaked in
surprise.
Uncaring what the guards —or anyone— were thinking—or even how wet his robes
were getting—Louis took Harry out of the room and started heading towards his
chambers.
"Lou—" Harry began, but Louis shushed him quickly, making his way up the stairs
and into the tower where his room was located.
When they reached the top, Louis effortlessly shut the door and walked into the
small bath and set Harry down on a small chair.
"Wha—" Harry started again, trembling with how wet and cold he was. Louis
chuckled and shushed him again.
"Before we talk, you should take a bath," he said softly. "You're going to get
sick, and we certainly don't need that."
Harry got very quiet and just nodded, before letting out a small sniffle when
Louis walked towards a large basin.
"See?" he chuckled, testing the water with his hand. "Don't want you getting
sick, love."
Harry visibly blushed at his words. Louis could tell that, even despite the
dark lighting.
"Go ahead and get undressed, I'll go grab you some clean clothes," Louis got up
and left the room. When he returned with some of his clothes, Harry stood
completely naked in the room. Louis completely lost his breath.
His pale skin looked as though it were glowing underneath the dim light.
Hesitance flickered on his face as he stared at Louis so softly. Louis couldn't
believe he had almost forgotten just how pretty he was.
"Hop in the tub and I'll wash you," Louis tried to say calmly, doing his best
not to glance down at Harry's cock. He took Harry's hand to help him into the
tub. Once in, he shut his eyes and allowed the warmth to fill his body.
Louis reached for some oil to wash Harry with. He pulled a stool beside the tub
and watched the beauty of Harry's face as he sighed in the water. Louis smiled,
bringing his hands up to lather Harry's hair. The boy seemingly purred and he
chuckled.
"Harry," he broke their silence as he continued to run his fingers through
Harry's soft hair. "Tell me why you're here."
Louis watched as Harry bit his lip before pulling his left hand out of the
water and resting it onto his stomach. A shaky sigh escaped his lips.
"I missed you," Harry's voice was quiet and hesitant. "I kept thinking about
our talk when we last saw each other. A—And I just couldn't stay away anymore,
L—Lou."
Louis listened and cupped water in his hands to wash Harry's hair.
"Sweetheart," Louis sighed. "It’s too risky for you to be here. If your father
finds out—"
"I know," Harry interrupted him. "But I don't care anymore. I—I want to bond
with you. Now. I'm ready."
Louis quit pouring water to see Harry staring up at him, clearly waiting for
his reaction.
"Baby—" Louis began.
"No," Harry interrupted again, his voice giving away his frustration and need.
"I want to now. Please."
Louis moved one of his hands down to Harry's arm, letting his fingers dance
across the younger boy's skin. He kept his eyes focused on that, rather than
meet Harry's intense gaze.
"Have you had your first heat yet?" Louis asked him, continuing to trace
patterns on Harry's wet skin.
"Yeah, I have. And, um," he swallowed, "I'm due to have another heat soon," he
admitted, glancing up at Louis.
Their eyes met this time and Louis knew where Harry was going with this. The
thought made his heart beat a little faster. "You want to have your heat with
me?" He asked Harry.
Harry licked his lips nervously. He nodded his head but remained silent.
"You trust me to take care of you?" Louis couldn't help but seem a little
shocked at Harry's proposal. An omega in heat was potentially dangerous if they
were unbonded. They would have to bond now.
"I trust you," Harry's voice lingered with innocence. "Always."
"Okay," Louis didn't hesitate. "Just- what about your father?" Louis knew that
an omega in heat lasted for days. If he was in the middle of his heat, Harry
definitely couldn't leave until it was over.
"I'll worry about that when it happens," Harry cut him off quickly. Louis
didn't care as much now that another question was stuck on his mind. The same
question that had been haunting him for months.
He continued to rinse Harry's hair some more before it all became too much and
Louis had to ask.
"Harry," Louis noticed his voice was darker. "Did you know my father would
die?" he bit his lip hard enough to taste blood on his tongue. He was scared of
the answer.
Harry frowned slightly at Louis' question. But Louis kept rinsing his hair,
still feeling tense.
"No," Harry glanced up at him. "I wouldn't do that to you."
Louis stared at him. The only sound in the room was the water trickling from
Harry's hair. His eyes were honest, and Louis could tell he wasn't lying in the
slightest.
"I wasn't part of what my father was doing," Harry continued to tell him,
breaking their eye contact.
"What happened to my father's body?" Louis blurted out before he could stop
himself.
"I buried him," Harry said. "After you left, my father assumed I let you go
free," Harry's voice suddenly changed into sounding choked up and strained.
Louis stopped his movements, anxiously waiting for the boy to continue. The air
was covered in a cold silence. "What did he do to you?" Louis asked, holding
his breath.
Harry furrowed his brows. "He beat me," he told Louis, sounding so fragile. "He
tried to starve me for a while. He was—" Harry shuddered, "—so, so angry. I've
never really seen him like that."
Louis went back to stroking his hair. "I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered. "You
didn't deserve that, especially for saving me."
Harry shrugged. "I'm all right," he replied, managing a small smile.
Louis frowned. "But how did you bury my father though? How did you even do
that?"
"I managed to sneak off," Harry told him vaguely. "I'm not sure what my father
originally planned, but I buried him in my old orchard."
Another pause fell over them. Harry then smiled up at him so softly, so gently.
"I did it for you. Because I love you," he finally finished.
A small swoop filled Louis' heart. Harry really shouldn't have buried his
father. King Robin had been the one to kill him, yet his son still buried him
in his old favorite place.
"I love you," Louis said very lovingly, continuing to pet Harry's hair through
their conversation. "Please, will you stay in my bed tonight?"
Harry's smile grew, which Louis assumed was a good enough answer. Louis offered
Harry his hand to help him out of the tub, all while trying not to glance down
at his cock again, as difficult as it was.
Louis reached over to retrieve a small towel for Harry to dry off with. When he
did so, Harry turned to face the other way and Louis shamelessly checked out
his bum.
"Aren't you going to bathe?" Harry asked him as he dried off.
"Nah, I'll just snuggle with you by the fire for a little bit," Louis smirked
in reply when Harry giggled.
Harry finally turned around for Louis to hand him some of his clothes. Christ,
Harry was going to have his scent all over Louis' clothes. He was going to have
an omega smell on his clothes and in his sheets.
"Lou?"
Louis turned around to see a now fully dressed Harry in his sleepwear. Due to
Harry being a couple of inches smaller than him, the white gown he wore was
baggier nearly everywhere except for his love handles, which were showing
through the material. Louis had a sudden urge to bite them.
He approached Harry, offering his hand. He then led them into his large bedroom
and over towards the little sitting area where a fire was burning. It suddenly
occurred to Louis just how cold he was in his damp clothes. He had been so
focused on listening and taking care of Harry that he had neglected himself.
Harry sat down onto the small wooden bench. His face visibly brightened as the
heat hit his face. Louis chuckled at just how adorable Harry was.
Louis sat next to Harry on the bench, and Harry immediately rested his head
onto Louis' shoulder. Their hands gravitated together and laced like they just
belonged together. Everything was so suddenly peaceful, as though the world was
a dark and dreary place without Harry next to him.. Louis felt complete next to
the boy.
Louis kissed the top of his head. "Have I ever told you just how beautiful you
are?" he murmured, moving so Harry could sit up straight. Louis wrapped an arm
around his waist immediately, keeping him close and digging his fingers into
Harry's hip.
Louis' voice was so full of alpha and he knew Harry could tell just by the way
he shivered and whimpered under Louis.
"L—Louis," Harry whined as Louis began to kiss his cheek, feeling the softness
of Harry's skin on his lips.
"Baby," Louis' free hand slithered up Harry's thigh, rubbing it gently. He
could tell Harry was growing hard rapidly, as he was too.
"Please bond me," Harry whimpered as Louis began to suck on his earlobe. "I'm
ready."
Louis began to rub Harry with anticipation. He suddenly pulled back so that
their foreheads rest together.
"Marry me, then." Louis whispered without hesitation. He didn't think through
anything he said now. "Promise me, that one day you'll become by omega. You'll
be the prince of this kingdom."
Harry laughed softly but nuzzled Louis' nose. "Yes," was all he said back.
Louis hummed in reply and brought their lips together with a small smack. Harry
whined within a few seconds of their kiss, pulling back very anxiously.
"I need you," he panted hotly. "I need you now."
Louis soothed him, tucking his curly hair behind his ear. "Relax, darling," he
cooed. "Just take a deep breath."
Harry did so immediately, causing Louis to chuckle. He stood up and Harry
followed him over to the large bed in the middle of the room.
They kissed harshly. Louis sat on the edge of the bed and watched Harry take
off his gown, leaving him naked and looking so gorgeous.
"Harry," Louis said breathlessly. He was getting so hard watching his boy. He
shook his head fondly as he watched Harry neatly fold the gown and set it onto
a small side table.
"Won't you get undressed?" Harry asked, now standing in front of Louis in all
his naked glory.
"Lay down," Louis commanded.
They switched positions so Harry laid on the bed while Louis removed his own
tunic. Their eyes watched each other with every movement.
Louis grinned when he hopped onto the bed and crawled between Harry's bent
knees and spread legs. Their faces hovered over each other, their breaths
mixing hotly. Their cocks were inches from each other.
"My love," Louis licked his nose, making Harry giggle. "Are you ready?"
Harry nodded and emitted a cry when Louis wasted no time in immediately biting
into that certain spot on Harry's neck, claiming Harry as his own. It was so
pale and Louis was dying to bite the tempting flesh. He sucked harshly, tasting
blood on his tongue. He stayed planted on top of Harry, feeling Harry thrash
underneath him and scream his name.
Louis pulled back just a few inches to examine his fresh bond mark. It was
bright red, and he licked over it possessively, proving it's his bond mark to
his mate.
When he pulled off to hover over Harry, the younger boy watched him with a
sweet look of bliss written on his face. And for the first time in a while,
Louis felt completely happy.
"I love you," Harry said breathlessly. His hands were rubbing Louis' back in an
attempt to pull their flushed bodies closer together.
Louis nuzzled his nose again. "I love you too," he breathed back. "You're my
mate now," he licked his lips with a satisfied grin. "And now, I'm going to
make love to you."
It was Harry's turn to grin now. Louis smiled back before turning his attention
between Harry's spread legs. The boys was wet with slick and just the sight
made Louis lick his lips. He noticed how Harry's breath were rapidly turning
back into nervous huffs.
"Hey," Louis said gently, "try to just relax. Have you fingered yourself
before?" He glanced up to see Harry nodding.
"Lots," he told him, keeping his eyes trained on Louis' hand.
Louis hummed in response as he slide a finger into Harry's wet hole. The moment
his finger went inside Harry, the boy jerked up and gasped at the feeling. He
was so wet and his walls clenched around Louis' finger.
"Fuck," Louis panted in slight amazement at just how tight Harry was. He
concentrated on moving his finger in and out in a steady movement, which was
fairly difficult due to the fact that Harry was squirming desperately.
"Ready for another?" Louis asked, aching to feel more of Harry clench around
him. Harry whined in response.
Louis slipped in another finger, keeping his slow, scissoring movements
consistent. Harry's moans were growing louder and louder.
"You're so beautiful," Louis confessed breathlessly, watching in amazement as
Harry fell apart from just his fingers. "My gorgeous mate," he said, right as
he slipped a third finger in, relishing in the sound of Harry's sudden gasp.
"Louis-" Harry whined, clenching down on Louis' fingers. "Please."
Louis nodded, pulling out his fingers. He looked down to see how wet his
fingers had gotten just from being inside Harry. Using the fingers that had
been in Harry, he jerked off for only a moment, unable to help himself.
"Ready?" Louis asked again, looking up at Harry. His cock was inches away from
Harry's wet, clenching hole and he couldn't take it much more.
Harry nodded frantically. Louis slowly slid in, bracing himself against Harry.
Harry was hot and wet and incredibly tight against Louis' cock. He let out a
cry as Louis finally bottomed out. Louis panted from above him, watching
Harry's face steadily.
"You all right?" Louis leaned down to kiss Harry's cheek. He was so, so tempted
to start moving and it took all of his willpower not to.
"Yeah, yeah," Harry reassured him, taking deep breaths. "Feels so good," he
panted, wrapping his legs around Louis' back.
Louis chuckled, pulling part of the way out and thrusting back in. "You're so
tight, baby," Louis grunted. "You feel so good around my cock."
Harry writhed underneath Louis, who continued his steady thrusts into Harry.
Louis groaned as Harry clenched harder around him.
Suddenly, Louis moved particularly hard, making Harry cry out louder, arching
his back against the bed and squeezing his eyes shut.
"That's it," Louis mumbled, continuing to thrust at the same angle. "There's
your spot, love." He hit his prostrate again, feeding off of Harry's high-
pitched cries.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Louis continued to pant tightly. "I’m close."
"Come inside me," Harry begged, watching Louis with misty eyes. "Give me your
knot."
With that, Louis thrusted hard into Harry, crying out in pleasure as his knot
catches inside of Harry, filling him up with come and locking them together.
Harry suddenly arched hisvback, clenched hard around Louis, then came all over
his stomach.
Louis promptly collapsed onto Harry out of exhaustion. He buried his face in
Harry's neck, leaning over to lick over the bond mark. His knot was locked in
Harry and he knew it would take a while for it to go back down.
"I feel different now," Louis said a few moments later, sitting up slightly to
stare down at Harry. "I feel closer to you. It's like," he paused, trying to
think of a way to describe it. "It's like we're connected."
Harry nodded with a small smile. "I think that's normal though," he said idly,
"We're mates. We sense each other's emotions."
"I love you," Louis said, a small smile lurking on his face.
Harry laughed. "I love you too," he replied, reaching up to stroke Louis' small
stubble.
They laid there in silence together for several more minutes, feeling Louis'
knot go down.
"I'm going to go get something to clean us up with," Louis told him, before
getting off the bed to retrieve a wet cloth.
When Louis returned, Harry was staring at his ceiling with a full grin on his
face. Louis pounced on the bed, climbing on top of him.
"Hey," Harry drawled out in a whine, laughing when Louis began wiping the come
off of his stomach before wiping his own. Louis chuckled, reaching up to ruffle
his hair.
"I think I'm going to need another bath," Harry commented. "Your come is all
inside me. It's sticky."
Louis couldn't help but burst out laughing, leaning over to attack Harry's
cheek in kisses, a feeling of happiness flooding him at the sound of Harry's
laughter.
"It's hot though," Louis said, kissing his ear though. "Can't deny that."
Harry grinned again. "Did you mean it? About us getting married?"
Louis propped himself on top of Harry. "Of course," he replied, grinning back
down at Harry. "Wouldn't lie to you, Hazza."
A small blush kissed Harry's cheeks, his sweet smile suddenly faltered. "What
about my father?" He asked uncertainly.
Louis traced small patterns onto Harry's collarbones. "Dunno," he admitted.
"I'm going to marry you though, I don't care how," he promised, watching as
Harry's eyes light up like pretty stars.
"Okay," Harry smiled. "Even if it’s in secret?"
"Even if it's in secret," Louis repeated.
The rest of the night was spent with the two of them talking and giggling in
each other's arms. They ended up stumbling in the bath again, where hand jobs
were exchanged with misty eyes and blushing cheeks.
When they fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms, the last fleeting
thought that passed through Louis' mind was that he finally felt whole inside.
His new mate was snuggled in his chest, hot breath ghosting on his shoulder.
Harry's sweet smelling omega scent filled the air, and Louis embraced it.
Everything felt so, so good.
-
Louis woke up to hands pushing against his shirt and a frantic voice whispering
in his ear.
"Louis, wake up," Harry's breath tickled his ear. Louis stirred, pushing
himself up to kiss Harry's neck softly.
"What's wrong, baby?" Louis asked groggily, he looked out the window and saw it
was still dark outside. He propped himself up on his arms, letting Harry stay
on top of him.
"I need to go," Harry told him urgently. "I need to leave before my father
awakens."
"Oh," Louis cupped Harry's cheek. "Be safe, my love. When can I see you again?"
Harry paused, swallowing thickly. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I'll come back
soon I suppose."
Louis frowned slightly. "I don't know if you should be traveling that much,
baby. How about I go see you?" Louis inquired, but Harry shook his head
immediately.
"My father could see you," Harry said. "I would suggest meeting at the field,
but you're the king now so I doubt you have as much free time as you did," he
sighed. "It's just better if I come here."
"Are you sure?" Louis asked, and Harry nodded softly. "All right, as long as
you're sure."
"I'm sure," Harry confirmed, leaning to kiss Louis' cheek. "Now I really need
to go now."
Louis nodded understandingly. "Okay," he said, watching Harry climb off of him,
hurriedly going to grab his robes to quickly change. He watched as he did,
trying not to focus on his bum too much.
Once dressed, Harry walked towards the window. Louis followed the boy. "Is your
horse outside?"
"Yeah," Harry said. "Well, bye, Lou." He smiled stiffly.
Louis pulled him into a tight hug. "Be safe. Don't forget to hide this," he
pulled back, lightly touching his bruised mark. Harry just smiled.
"I won't. I love you," Harry said softly.
"I love you," Louis replied. He cupped Harry's cheek, pulling him in to lock
their wet lips together.
"Be safe," Louis repeated, feeling the chills of Harry's hot breath hitting his
lips.
"I promise," Harry said. He kissed Louis' cheek, and then went out the window.
Louis spent the rest of the day dreaming about those pretty green eyes and
missing his mate.
-
Louis didn't see Harry for nearly two weeks.
He went along with his kingly duties and continuing on with his life, trying to
not let it upset or worry him. He was beginning to miss the omega scent on his
sheets and nightgown. The smell was fading, and he was frustrated.
He didn't know what he expected, but he missed Harry desperately.
Louis felt a tug inside of him though, knowing Harry was back with his father.
He was scared Harry's bond mark would show. As much as he trusted Harry to be
careful, it still made him nervous.
It was late one night, and he had just stayed up late talking to one of his
close advisers. He walked into his room, and stopped in his tracks when he saw
Harry laying on the bed with his arms behind his head.
Louis shut the door immediately, dashing towards him. Harry let out a laugh
when Louis climbed on top of him.
"Missed you," Louis said huskily, feeling the sweet omega scent wash over him
as he began peppering small kisses all over Harry's cheeks, making the boy
squirm and giggle.
"Same here," Harry said, moving his arms to tangle their hands together on
either side of his head. Louis continued kissing his neck, moving down to his
collarbone.
"Your mark has faded," Louis growled in his alpha voice. Harry whimpered at the
sound.
"Shouldn't be much," Harry said shyly before crying out as Louis bit over the
mark again and licked over it.
"You're so lovely," Louis murmured, pulling back to look down at Harry. His
whole demeanor suddenly changed as he grinned down at Harry. "How have you
been?" He asked.
"Good," Harry replied happily. "Except," he paused. "My sister saw my mark."
Louis felt all the air rush out of his lungs. "Oh no," he mumbled, sitting back
on his knees, staring at Harry with wide eyes. "What happened?"
"We've always been close, so she won't tell," Harry rushed out. "We were just
talking, and she saw it. She's happy for us, honestly," Harry said with a small
smile.
Louis listened, biting his lip nervously. "Can you trust her not to tell your
father?"
Harry nodded. "She'll become queen once he dies. She's an alpha," he added.
"Oh," Louis said. Harry's sincere eyes were staring into his.
Harry bit his lip. "Do you believe me?" He asked shyly.
"I'll always believe you," Louis told him.
Harry grinned. "Good," he said. "Because I'd like to kiss you now."
Louis pounced on him, locking their lips together.
They wasted away the entire night together. From tickling each other under the
sheets to having their giggles turn to pants, to having Harry ride him in the
dead of night.
When Harry said goodbye, Louis felt just a little better knowing it was more of
a "see you later".
And if Louis' advisers noticed how tired he was the next day, all Louis could
do was grin.
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***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
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It was nearly a month later when Louis came to the conclusion that he really
did need to explain the entire situation to his advisers Zayn, Liam, and Niall.
It was one afternoon while Harry was gone that Louis found enough courage to do
so.
He was nervous; not only for their expected teasing, but for the slightest
possibility that one of them would betray him and either tell the villagers of
their king's affair or—even worse—someone affiliated to King Robin. He trusted
his friends with his life but there was always a small amount of worry that
crossed his mind.
Louis went down the stairs with a lump in his throat. It wouldn't exactly be
easy to explain the sweet omega that continually visited him every week.
Especially since it wasn't just any omega, but it was the prince of the
neighboring kingdom.
Louis walked quickly down the open hallway. The crisp, September breeze ruffled
his hair and brought a slight chill down his spine. His heart was thrumming
hard in his chest as he made his way towards the designated room where he met
his advisers. When he arrived, the door was shut. He didn't bother knocking.
His three advisers were already seated on mirroring benches near the fire. Zayn
sat alone, while Liam and Niall shared a bench. Louis smiled tightly at them,
shutting the door behind him.
"How are you three doing?" Louis asked, making his way to the only empty bench.
Zayn was to his left and Liam and Niall were to his right.
"All right," Zayn answered with a casual shrug.
Louis flashed a smile at him. He and Zayn had been friends since he was little,
as Zayn's father had been his father's adviser. Liam and Niall, on the other
hand, were just really close friends who knew him all too well.
An awkward pause filled the room then. They knew something was on Louis' mind.
They always seemed to know.
"Look," Louis clapped his hands together, "I'll get straight to the point. I'm,
uh, mated. I've found a mate."
"Really?" Niall's eyes widened in slight surprise. He grinned happily at Louis.
"I'm happy for you," he said.
Liam, on the other hand, gave a polite smile before adding, "Congratulations."
"The thing is though," Louis continued, swallowing thickly and avoiding their
gazes. "It's King Robin's son. His omega son, Harry."
Louis took a risky glance to watch their expressions. He saw his friends’ eyes
widen in a new look of surprise. The room seemed to freeze.
"Christ," Zayn breathed out a minute later. "You're bonded to him?"
Louis nodded.
"How'd you manage that?" Niall asked quietly.
"Well, he hid it well I suppose," Louis shrugged, casting his gaze downwards.
"His sister, Gemma, knows about it."
"She's an alpha?" Liam asked. Louis nodded again. "That means she becomes Queen
once King Robin- uh," Liam swallowed, staring at Louis helplessly.
"Dies," Louis finished for him. "Yeah, I know. So, for now, Harry has to hide
the fact that he's bonded."
"That must be rough," Liam commented, giving Louis a sympathetic smile.
"It is," Louis sighed.
"How's he visiting you then?" Niall looked confused. "How have you kept this a
secret?"
"He rides his horse," Louis explained. "He comes through the window and leaves
before his father wakes up. He only comes once or twice a week," he added.
"Damn," Zayn shook his head in amazement. "You must really love him, mate."
"I do," Louis blushed, a smile forming on his lips. "I really do."
The rest of the meeting droned on, but Louis found himself forced to explain
the entire situation about how his father had actually died. He explained his
reason for lying, not wanting to scare the people any more than they already
were. His friends were supportive of him and very reassuring that the secret of
how Louis' father had died would remain between Louis, Harry, and the advisers.
-
Harry came over a few nights after Louis talked to his advisers. They were just
sitting side by side on Louis' bedroom floor, bathed under the shimmer of
moonlight streaming through his large windows. They stared up at the stars and
for the first time in so long, Louis felt complete. Having his mate with him
stirred a fire in his heart and he never wanted it to burn out.
Louis turned to Harry whose eyes were filled with galaxies. He looked so
peaceful and beautiful. A flickering thought passed over Louis at the sight of
his boy. Louis couldn't wait any longer now. Since the moment he had brought it
up a month ago, the thought had been looming in his mind for far too long.
"Harry," Louis said quietly, causing the boy to turn to him. He decided not to
beat around what he wanted to say. He cleared his throat. "I want to marry you.
Tonight."
Harry's eyes lit up at Louis' words. "Okay," he breathed, clearly a little
surprised. "Who would marry us this late at night?"
"Liam can," Louis supplied quickly. "I've talked to him. He is able to marry us
with two witnesses."
Harry paused, biting his bottom lip. "Your two advisers could?" he asked Louis,
"We could marry in secret then?"
"Complete secrecy," Louis confirmed. He moved closer towards Harry, nuzzling
his nose. "Do you want to marry me then?"
Harry laughed lightly, cupping Louis' cheek to pull their lips together. They
kissed for just a moment before Harry pulled back.
"Yes," he answered, putting their foreheads together. "Yes, I want to marry
you."
Louis kissed his cheek before standing up. "I'll go wake Liam. He might be
angry, but I don't want to wait anymore."
"I don't either," Harry smiled as Louis helped him stand. "Will we marry in
here?"
Louis paused then nodded. "Yeah, I suppose. Wherever, really."
Harry giggled before suddenly lunging forward and wrapping his arms around
Louis' neck. Louis laughed in surprise, locking his arms around Harry's waist.
"We're getting married," Harry whispered directly in his ear.
"We are, baby," he said back. "One day, we'll tell the world that we're in
love."
Harry pulled back, bringing their foreheads together again. "Everyone will know
I'm your omega."
"My omega," Louis repeated. "They'll all know you're my beautiful prince."
Harry giggled, and Louis felt his hot breath so close to his lips that it made
his head spin.
"I'm going to get Liam," Louis told him as he pulled away. Harry grinned at him
so softly, so beautifully. Louis couldn't wait another minute. He ran out of
the room in search of his friends.
-
Waking Liam up in the middle of the night wasn't Louis' smartest idea. Nor was
attempting to wake up Zayn and Niall immediately after. But Louis was getting
married.
Less than an hour later, Zayn was cursing under his breath as he shut the
bedroom door behind him, and Louis watched, suppressing a small giggle, as Zayn
strode towards them.
Liam had his back to the window, dressed in all the glory of his dark-colored
nightwear. He had obvious bed hair, but he had been the nicest about the whole
situation to say the least.
Niall, on the other hand, stood formally—and quite sleepily—on Liam's left
side. Zayn grumbled as he stood on Liam's right.
"You couldn't wait till morning?" Zayn growled, glaring as Louis took Harry's
hand and they moved in front of Liam.
"Harry has to leave," Liam answered for him. Louis was too focused on how
beautiful Harry looked right then to be bothered with Zayn's questions.
Harry was still wearing the dark purple robes he had arrived in. It was clear
that while Louis was waking up his friends that Harry had fixed his hair a
little and attempted to make himself look more presentable.
So there he stood. In the dead of the night, with his three friends and the
love of his life. Louis was about to get married. Although in secrecy, it was
an official marriage, Liam told him. Harry was his prince.
They exchanged their vows through little giggles and Zayn's sarcastic comments
about how disgustingly sweet the whole ordeal was. Louis could only grin.
When the proper time came, Louis leaned forward to kiss his beautiful boy. It
was their first kiss as a married couple.
Then it was official: they were King Louis and Prince Harry.
That night, when Louis fell asleep next to Harry, he fell asleep next to his
husband. His mate. His omega. His prince.
He fell asleep next to love of his life.
-
Louis suddenly awoke one night when Harry was gone, nearly two weeks after
their marriage, feeling like an electric bolt was shooting through his veins.
He felt a hot wave overcome him, drowning him in Harry’s senses. Oh god. He was
feeling Harry.
Everything was hot and his skin was on fire. His heart was absolutely racing.
It was as if every fleeting thought lead back to Harry. Because these weren’t
Louis’ feelings. These were Harry's feelings. Something was wrong with Harry.
Louis whined, sitting up in his bed, just to realize it was still dark. He had
seen this before with his father and mum. They were bonded, and being bonded
meant the alpha could feel their omega's heat when they aren't together—
Harry was in heat
Louis panted, a new shot of pain filled his heart,enough to make it feel like
he was about to burst. He wanted to run hard and fast to find his mate, to
bring him back. He needed to be with Harry more than anything.
"Hazza," Louis cried out to himself. He clutched his chest in overwhelming
pain.
He sat there, all alone in the dark. His mate was in heat and he needed to knot
him, to prove to every alpha that Harry was his.
He fell back against the pillows, whining in pain. After that, everything
became a blur. All he knew was that he needed Harry. He needed him more than
anything.
Somehow, through his groans and the shots of pain, Louis fell back asleep.
-
It was the second times in recent weeks that Louis awoke to his name being
whispered in his ear and hot breath fanning over him. He moaned as he felt a
steady movement on his—
Oh.
Louis pressed a gentle kiss to the omega's neck, his scent igniting him.
Harry's moans were high-pitched and desperate.
"Baby," Louis said, opening his eyes for the first time. His raspy, morning
voice had a small alpha tone to it. Harry only whined louder.
Louis then decided that waking up to his mate in heat and riding his cock
wasn't such a bad thing.
"Louis- fuck," Harry sat up and pressed his hands into Louis' chest. He bounced
rhythmically, his ass hitting Louis' thighs with a sounding slap each time.
Suddenly, Harry came with a near-scream. Louis watched with wide eyes as he
came, arching his back and painting his stomach with come. He continued to ride
Louis, cock still fully hard.
Louis knew that about omegas though. In heat, they came a lot more than normal
and that only turned him on even more.
"Darling," Louis soothed, running his hands over Harry's hips. "You look so
good like this."
Harry cried out as soon as Louis hit his prostate. Louis groaned at the
feeling.
"Fuck," Harry cursed, bouncing erratically. Louis blinked multiple times,
adjusting to the sight. Sweat poured down Harry's cringing face, and his red,
red lips contrasted with his pale skin. Louis stared in utter amazement at the
beautiful boy riding him. He was fully awake now, holing Harry's love handles
and feeling the soft skin under his fingertips.
Harry was desperate for his knot. Louis could tell he was dying to be filled
up. He was dying to be filled with Louis.
"You're so beautiful," Louis commented, continuing to watch the younger boy.
"You're so perfect. Just sitting here on my cock. Like it was made for you,"
Louis continued to praise him, watching as Harry whined at his words. He
smiled.
"'M about to come," Louis told him, helping him bounce harder. "I'm going to
fill you up. Have you overflowing with my come when my knot pops. Do you want
my come, Haz?"
He almost taunted Harry with his words. Of course he'd knot him, but he simply
wanted to wind Harry up, enjoying his various sobs and moans as he used one of
his hands to jerk off. Louis wanted his baby to come untouched. For now,
anyway.
"I'm going to knot you," Louis continued, more pants coming from his mouth and
a surging feeling filled his stomach. He knew he was close to coming. "I'm
going to breed you, baby. You'll be nice and big with my children," Louis
gasped at a harsh bounce from Harry, who broke out in a loud sob at his last
words.
Louis choked, but wanted to continue. He was so hooked on Harry's loud moans.
"You want me to breed you? Want your stomach to be swollen with me? Want me to
fill you with my baby?"
Harry's eyes widened, and for a moment, it looked as though everything froze
and it was just Harry staring into his eyes.
Louis suddenly pushed his hips up into Harry, crying out as his knot released
inside of him, filling him up with his come. Harry screamed, arching his back,
and came all over his already sticky stomach.
"Jesus," Louis said in pure exhaustion. He lay back against the pillows,
allowing Harry to collapse onto his chest in harsh, ragged pants. His knot was
still tight inside of Harry and he doubted it would go down anytime soon. He
kissed Harry's hair, feeling the boy scratch at his chest with his long
fingernails.
"How long were you here for before I woke up?" Louis asked a minute later,
rubbing the smaller boy's back gently.
"Not long, only came once before you woke up," he answered, sighing contently.
"It hurt to wake up in heat though, especially without you," he added. "It felt
like it physically hurt me not having you there. So now I'm here," he concluded
before nuzzling his head into Louis' chest.
Louis continued running his hands down Harry's back, feeling the rush of
closeness between the two. His knot was still inside of Harry, locking them
together.
"It was dangerous for you to come here," Louis said darkly. "It's morning too.
Won't your father notice?"
"Gemma covered for me," Harry answered without hesitation. "I ran to tell her I
was in heat, she promised to lie to my father. Then I made my way here."
"Harry," Louis whispered gently. "It was still dangerous to be out in the open
while coming here. Anyone could have smelt you. You just smell so good," he
half whispered the last part as he leaned his head down into Harry's soft
curls, inhaling the incredibly strong omega scent. He smelled so fresh. And
now, he smelled like Louis too. A unique scent of both, proving to everyone
that Harry had a mate. Louis was hooked on the scent.
Harry looked up at Louis, resting his head on his arm. "But I didn't," he
reminded him. "I'm here now, and I'm perfectly fine."
Louis hummed. "That you are, my love."
They stayed together in a light silence for a few minutes. Louis brought Harry
closer up to him so he could bite at his bond mark again. He licked over it,
keeping it fresh. Harry nearly purred as Louis marked him with ease.
Eventually, Louis' knot went down. Harry gave Louis a small smile and hopped
off the bed, wordlessly going for a wash up.
Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door.
Louis froze. He then came to the conclusion that it was probably mid-morning,
meaning he skipped breakfast. Someone probably came to fetch him. Louis
scampered off the bed, walking across the large room to reach the oak doors. He
opened them, and Liam appeared, looking slightly startled.
"Hi, Louis," Liam bowed. Louis rolled his eyes at his incredibly polite friend.
"Honestly, Li. You don't have to bow," Louis chuckled. He carefully maneuvered
himself so that he was in the doorway, his body angled so that Liam couldn't
see past him. He didn't want to risk Liam seeing, or smelling, his omega in
heat.
Liam nodded, clearly flustered. "If you wish, um," Liam suddenly paused, eyes
narrowing in confusion. Louis stood there with the door half closed on his
waist, keeping Liam from entering.
Louis knew the moment it hit him.
Liam may be a beta, but he could smell Harry in heat.
"Something smells really—" Liam began, his eyes seemingly darkening. Louis
growled immediately.
"Don't," he growled in his alpha voice. "Just don't."
Liam suddenly seemed to snap out of his trance. Those sweet, puppy eyes changed
back and he just stared at Louis.
"I'm sorry," he stuttered. "It's none of my business, really. I just—"
Louis sighed. "I'll explain later," he quickly dismissed the subject. "What do
you want?"
"I was sent to get you," Liam said, slightly embarrassed. "Zayn was ready to
meet. He said there's some things to discuss regarding the, uh," he bit his
lip, "the other kingdom."
Louis swallowed thickly. "Right," he said. "Okay, um, right. Let me just—" he
awkwardly turned in head back to his room. "Let me finish, just—"
Liam nodded hurriedly. "No, no, I understand. I've been around them. My sister
is one. I understand."
Louis was silently thankful that Liam knew exactly what he was talking about.
Liam is a beta, but his sister is an omega. He knows what their heat smells
like.
"Right," Louis cleared his throat. "Okay, I'll be out in just a moment."
Liam opened his mouth to speak but Louis beat him to it.
"I'll meet you there," Louis said quickly, before pulling his body out of the
door and shutting it hurriedly. He ran his hand down his face.
"Lou?" a small voice sounded from the other side of the room.
Louis turned around, seeing Harry—now fully dressed—standing by the wash room.
His silver-colored robes shone perfectly in the morning light.
Louis smiled softly, making his way towards him. When they were inches apart,
he placed his hands on Harry's hips, feeling the silver fabric’s soft touch,
and tugging the boy closer to put their foreheads together. He bent down ever
so slightly to reach him.
"You're so pretty, Hazza," Louis said tenderly, watching as Harry shut his eyes
peacefully. "The prettiest thing I have ever seen."
"You have to go, don't you?" Harry nearly whispered, breaking the quiet moment
between them. "I heard someone at the door."
Louis sighed, pulling their foreheads apart to look at Harry's eyes. He kept
his hands firmly on the boy's hips.
"Yeah," Louis said solemnly. "I need to meet with my advisers."
Harry bit his lip shyly. "Can I wait here? I'm still in heat, and any minute
I'll be ready to—" he paused,"—uh, go again."
Louis chuckled, understanding what Harry was saying. That was the thing about
omegas in heat. If mated, they were desperate to mate for a few days until
their heat ended. It wasn't safe for Harry to leave his room alone. Any alpha
could hurt him if his heat was smelt. Louis growled at the thought.
"All right," Louis agreed. "I'll come back as soon as I can to help you out."
Harry smiled with his cute little dimple.
"All right," he said. "But I might jerk off in your bed. I'll collapse,
otherwise."
"That's fine, baby," he reassured with a smile and laugh. "That's fine. I'll be
back as soon as I can."
He leaned down, bringing their lips together for a moment, before he turned and
left the room.
-
Louis made his way down the hall to meet his advisers. The door was already
open this time, and Niall sat alone on a bench while Zayn and Liam shared the
other. They all glanced up at him simultaneously.
Louis smiled. He prayed he didn't look as fucked out as he felt. He shut the
door behind him before he made his way towards the spot next to Niall.
"How are you three?" Louis asked a little cautiously. He could sense the
barrier of tension that was obviously there.
"Not as good as you, apparently," Zayn teased with a wink. Niall barked out a
laugh.
Louis sat down and groaned. Zayn and Niall were always much more blunt about
things compared to Liam.
"Basically," Louis cleared his throat, "Harry went into heat this morning. He
rode his horse all the way here."
The whole atmosphere in the room changed and Louis looked up to see the three
of them gaping at him.
"That's really dangerous," Liam pointed out, as though he didn't know that
already. "Is he staying with you until his heat ends?"
"He is," Louis confirmed. "He's in my room now." Liam blushed at his words.
"So, wait," Zayn leaned forward, looking confused. "If you're bonded, and
helping him through his heat, do you realize how fast he could get pregnant?"
Louis froze.
"What?" he asked blankly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, Harry is a bonded omega. He can get pregnant as it is, but it's
heightened now that you're bonded." Zayn explained, staring at Louis.
"Right." Louis tried to fight the pulsing in his veins. "Well, uh, I'll worry
about that later."
Zayn opened his mouth to speak but Louis cut him off.
"I have a question," Louis said, glancing at the two across from him. "Is it
normal to feel when your mate goes into heat?"
Liam shrugged. "I wouldn't know. Sophia is a beta," he replied.
Meanwhile, Niall grinned. "I'm beta and single." He winked obnoxiously at
Louis, who only narrowed his eyes back at him.
Zayn, on the other hand, nodded. "You know that I'm bonded with Perrie, right?"
he asked, and of course Louis knew. He had known Perrie for a long while now,
as she worked around around the castle and was Zayn's wife. Perrie and Louis
had always been friends.
"Well," Zayn continued, "one time she went into heat without me being there
because I was staying at my mum's. I felt really weird," he twisted his face in
an attempt to explain. "I felt like I needed to find her to help her, being her
alpha. I felt the need to protect her."
Louis swallowed because yes, he knew that feeling too.
"So, yes, it's normal," Zayn concluded. "Very normal."
"All right," Louis tried not to worry. He trusted Zayn's judgment, which is why
he was still concerned about the small voice in the back of his head regarding
Harry's potential pregnancy. His heart ached to be with his omega, just to make
sure he was all right.
"You should go back to him," Liam said suddenly, as if reading his thoughts.
"Your mate probably needs you."
"As disgusting as it is," Niall perked up.
Louis nodded, but not before rolling his eyes at Niall. "Thank you," he looked
up to smile at all of them.
They all stood up as he did.
"We'll walk you out," Zayn explained. Louis just nodded.
They walked down the corridor together in silence. Louis felt a small peace
come over him knowing he was going back to his omega.
Suddenly, right before he reached the staircase that led to his room, a
blinding pain shot through his veins. He grabbed the wall in sudden shock.
Zayn, Liam, and Niall stared at him.
"Louis?" Zayn asked carefully, watching him closely.
A painful buzz washed over Louis like a wave. It was such a tremendous pain.
His head and heart screamed for Harry. He felt hot fire inside of him.
Something was wrong with Harry.
"Harry," Louis mumbled under his breath, looking at Zayn and feeling frantic.
He suddenly dashed up the spiral staircase that led to his room. He vaguely
heard his friends at his heels.
The pain and worry got worse and worse the closer he was. He was about to open
the door only to find that it was already open.
Louis pushed his way through, anger sizzling in his veins and fire burning in
his eyes. He stood in the middle of the room and a choking sound escaped him.
Harry was there, half sitting on the edge of the bed. But someone had their
hands locked on top of his, pressing him onto the bed forcefully. The—quite
clearly—other alpha was attacking his mouth, but Louis still heard Harry's sobs
and saw him attempt to move his head out of the way.
"Get the hell off of him!" Louis screamed, full alpha raging in his voice.
Louis was breathing fire. Someone other than him was touching Harry.
The man looked up, staring right at Louis with dark, nearly black eyes. He knew
who the man was instantly. It was Nick Grimshaw, one of his servants.
Louis had never wanted to kill someone more than now.
Harry let out a hysterical sob the moment their mouths broke contact.
Louis was seeing red. He growled and wasted no time in rushing towards Nick,
pushing him to the ground with all of his strength. Nick fell backwards, and
before Louis could stop himself, his fist was repeatedly hitting Nick's face.
Louis could vaguely hear Harry's pleas and cries, and strong arms attempted to
grab him and pull him away. But Louis was in another place. He was so, so angry
that someone would try to lay a hand on Harry.
A set of strong arms yanked him back, up and off of Nick. He fought, kicking
and squirming in what he knew was Liam’s grasp. Nick was lying on the floor,
blood all over his face as he groaned in pain. But Louis didn't want to simply
hurt him. He wanted to kill him.
"Let me go!" Louis cried helplessly under Liam's tight grip on his torso.
"We can't have the king going around killing people," Liam said, surprisingly
calmly, in Louis' ear.
Louis stopped struggling to stare at Nick, who was still flat on the floor. He
hadn't passed out yet, but he was clearly about to.
"I'm going to kill him," Louis growled in a full alpha voice. "No one touches
my mate."
"I know," Liam soothed from behind.
"What do you want us to do?" Niall asked, a few feet away from Louis.
"Kill him," Louis sneered.
"Lou—"
Louis sighed, releasing his grip. "I want him in the dungeons," he commanded,
keeping his gaze on Nick. "I don't want to see him. Get him out."
Liam walked over towards Nick, who had passed out by now, and picked him up in
his arms. He gave Louis a firm smile as he left the room with Nick in tow.
A sudden cry snapped him out of his haze.
Looking up, he saw that Zayn had his arms around a sobbing Harry, whose face
was a mixture of shock and fear. He was so pale.
"Haz—" Louis walked over to them. Zayn immediately dropped his grip from Harry,
bowing his head and leaving the room, Niall right behind him.
"Come here, angel," Louis pulled a shaking Harry into his arms. "Hush, baby.
You're all right."
"H—He was trying—I didn't—" Harry choked through his cries.
"I know you didn't want him, my love," Louis rubbed his back. Feeling their
bodies close together brought a sweet shiver down his spine. "Shhh, you're okay
now. I'll take care of you."
Harry pulled away, still freely crying. Louis gave him a small, reassuring
smile.
"I was so scared," Harry sniffled. "You weren't back yet, and I—"
"I felt it," Louis told him. "I could feel it in me. I knew you were in
trouble."
"You could?" Harry asked him quietly.
"Yeah," Louis replied, rubbing his hips. "Guess it's a mate thing."
"I love you," Harry blurted out. "I didn't want him at all. But there was no
way I could fight him," he choked.
"I love you too," Louis gave a small smile. "I know you didn't want him. I know
that."
Harry gave a small, worn out smile. His eyes still had traces of red from
crying but Louis still thought he looked so beautiful.
Louis refused to leave Harry the rest of the day. Uncaring for his duties or
daily schedule, he stayed under the covers with the small boy, placing delicate
kisses all along his fiery skin, whispering sweet words of affection, and
making love to him under the gaze of the moonlight.
Harry rode him for a good portion of the night, claiming he wanted to have
control over how fast they went. But on occasion, Harry was underneath him with
his legs hitched behind Louis' back, writhing desperately and begging for Louis
to touch him.
Then sometimes, Louis licked Harry out, eating his slick hole that was drenched
in omega scents from his heat. Harry squirmed under his tongue, and Louis loved
how something so simple could make him completely fall apart.
Eventually, Harry fell asleep in Louis' arms. It was only the first day of his
heat and Louis was already exhausted. It wasn't even his own heat. But Harry
seemed to need sex incredibly often, and it wore Louis out.
Louis held him closer to his chest. He tried to ignore Zayn's words from that
morning, regarding Harry's pregnancy.
His stomach clenched at the thought. Not for becoming a father—which he
honestly wanted—but if Harry was with child, his father would be guaranteed to
find out about their affair.
Louis tried pushing the though away, but he never really succeeded.
Harry stayed for four full days to get through his heat. Louis hadn't left his
room since the incident, relying completely on his servants to bring him food
outside his door at the usual meal times.
On the fifth morning, Harry awoke completely restless, worried out of his mind
about what his father would say at his return. He knew Gemma lied for him,
saying why he was gone. But even Louis got shivers thinking about Harry's
inevitable punishment.
Harry cried when he knew it was time for him to leave, but Louis held him
close, telling him it would be okay. Harry could always come visit him soon.
Eventually, Harry left, but so did a piece of Louis' heart.
Chapter End Notes
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Nick Grimshaw had been in the dungeons for nearly a week when Zayn—despite
Louis' protests—reminded him that he really did need a fair trial.
"Why should I?" Louis complained, feeling like a small child on his large
throne. He threw his hands up in frustration.
"Mate," Zayn stood next to his chair. He knew Louis hated giving orders for
prisoners’ sentences. It had always bothered him. "You need to be fair. Yes,
what he did was wrong. But, no one died, yeah?"
"I'm going to kill him," Louis growled back. "He touched my mate. Harry is my
omega and he dared to touch him." Zayn opened his mouth to protest when the
doors opened and two guards escorted Nick in.
They were half dragging the tall, lanky man. He looked incredibly weak in their
arms. His dark hair was matted and he truly looked terrible. Although, to be
fair, Louis thought he deserved it. Being locked up in the dungeons wasn't even
the cruelest thing he could do.
Louis still wanted him dead.
The guards shoved him forward onto the carpet just before the steps that led to
Louis' throne. Seeing the man in this state before him, Louis suddenly felt
more confident and proud of the power the crown perched on his head gave him.
"Y-Your h-highness-" Nick stuttered, staring at the ground from his feeble
position on his knees. "Forgive me-"
"Forgiveness is not what you need, Grimshaw," Louis barked, eyes flashing
dangerously. "I could hang you for this."
"Louis," Zayn mumbled beside him, only audible for Louis.
Despite his overwhelming sense of power, somewhere inside of him, Louis knew
Zayn was right. He cleared his throat.
"Explain to me what you did," Louis said with pure authority, adding a touch of
his strong alpha voice in there. He was King, after all.
"I-I-" Nick was stuttering terribly. His whole body was shaking. Louis furrowed
his brows. "I- found your o-omega in h-heat."
"Correct," Louis leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on either side
of the throne. "My omega. My boy. You cannot touch what is mine, Grimshaw."
Louis' alpha voice was strong now. Nick may be an alpha, but Louis always held
the upper hand.
Nick was nearly crying by now. Louis shook his head, narrowing his eyes at the
sight before him. Nick was incredibly weak and he was wasting Louis' time.
"W-What will you do to m-me?" Nick finally looked up, his brown eyes were
pleading as they looked into Louis'. But Louis refused to be merciful.
"I want you out," Louis said firmly. "Leave this kingdom. You are banished."
"Sire!" Nick cried, but the guards grabbed a hold of his arms.
"Leave," Louis growled darkly and so dangerously that he nearly surprised
himself. His voice and position screamed alpha. Head alpha.
Nick cried out as the guards dragged him away. Louis kept his eyes narrowed at
his fading figure until the doors slammed shut.
Zayn turned to him. "Can't say I know what you're feeling," he said. "No one
has ever touched Perrie before, as long as she's been mine."
"And I hope you never do," Louis sighed.
-
Nearly three weeks after Nick's trial, Harry returned on a chilly, October
night.
Louis hadn't seen him since his heat almost a month ago. But as he held Harry
close to his chest near the window which Harry had just climbed through, he
took note of how he looked oddly different now. His face had a small shine to
it. He looked oddly ill, but incredibly bright at the same time.
"Have you been ill?" Louis asked, pulling him towards the bed.
Harry shook his head. "No," he told him. "No, I've been fine." He climbed into
the bed and fell under the covers.
Louis clambered after him, sliding in next to him, feeling the closeness and
his body heat radiating off of him.
"You smell different," Louis frowned slightly, stroking Harry's cheek. "Why is
that?"
Harry's face looked startled. "I didn't- I wouldn't be unfaithful. I wouldn't."
Louis shook his head, continuing to caress Harry. "I know, darling. But you
smell different and it's just kind of odd."
"Yeah," Harry frowned slightly. "I dunno then."
Louis shrugged, leaning forward to nip at the mark Louis left on his neck. "So
beautiful," he whispered, placing gentle kisses on it.
Louis suddenly leaned ever so slightly, allowing him to kiss deeper into
Harry's sweet neck. He licked over the skin with ease.
"What did your father do?" he asked into Harry's neck.
"Nothing," Harry whispered. "He never said a word about my absence. I don't
know what Gemma told him," Harry's voice leaked of hesitance.
"All right," Louis replied, kissing his cheek. "As long as you're okay,
sweetheart."
Harry nodded. "I'm all right."
-
Harry must've lied that night, for he hadn't returned after two months.
Louis waited and waited, attempting to be patient. He understood Harry had
duties, being a prince over at his own kingdom. And despite only a hand full of
people knowing that he was the prince here, it still counted.
But as fall faded away into winter, Louis felt himself slipping. Not only
because he missed his mate so terribly—to the point where he dreaded seeing the
sunlight in fear that every fleeting thought would remind him of Harry—but it
was also becoming the time of year that marked the anniversary of both of his
parents’ death on that dark, January day.
Zayn, Liam, and Niall all tried comforting him, knowing Louis was upset and
confused. He felt alone and utterly lost without Harry.
Continuing to carry out his kingly duties was difficult. But, in a way, it was
almost a distraction. Anything was better than entering his room late in the
evening, just to find it empty.
Louis felt alone. Cold, and so lost. His heart ached to be with his boy more
than anything. Everyday trudged on, and every day, Louis prayed with false hope
that Harry would show up at his window.
Everything hurt.
-
"How long has it been then?" Zayn asked, poking at the fire.
"Eleven weeks," Louis sighed, rubbing his face. "But something was off last
time I saw him. He hasn't been the same since his heat," Louis said as he sat
up on the bench, glancing out the window at the dark sky outside.
Zayn hummed, looking over at Louis. "You know you can't go over there."
"I'm tempted to," Louis admitted. "I miss him, Zayn."
Zayn gave a stiff smile. "I know you do."
Louis hesitated. "Is it normal to feel these sudden emotions? As if- I can feel
him?"
"Yes," Zayn answered immediately, still staring at the fire. "I could feel
Perrie's strong emotions when we were apart."
"What kind of emotions?" Louis asked curiously.
"Her feelings were happiness, actually," Zayn said. "I felt a sort of happiness
because of her. What have you been feeling?" he asked.
Louis bit his lip, looking up to meet Zayn's eyes. "Loneliness," he said.
"Fear, too. I feel so scared sometimes, like it's deep inside of me."
Zayn watched him carefully. "I imagine that's what Harry's feeling then," he
explained. "I'm sorry."
"So am I," Louis sighed.
-
Two days after speaking to Zayn, Louis sat on his throne covered in the deadly
silence of the large room. Cold panic was a settled feeling in his veins now,
and he was used to it. He was so used to feeling nervous, timid, and scared.
It had been twelve weeks since Louis had last seen Harry.
Louis let out a loud sigh, flicking his fringe out of his face. His 19th
birthday was in mere days and he would be spending it alone.
As if his mind was read, a frantic guard rushed forward suddenly.
"Your Highness," the guard greeted, bowing slightly. "T-The King, he's uh," the
guard was shaking in his own set of nerves. Louis felt his heart pound so hard
in his chest that he thought he might explode.
"King Robin is here to see you."
Louis' eyes widened. The fear he had adopted was on a new form of terror. He
was terrified to see the King. He didn't feel prepared at all. Dear god, what
if he attempted to murder Louis?
"Uh-" Louis stared blankly at the guard. "Bring him in then," he tried replying
in his calmest voice.
The guard hesitated, but nodded. He scurried away.
Louis sat up in his char. Everything was red hot now and he felt more scared
than he had in weeks. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought that he hadn't
seen King Robin since the murder of his father. That meant-
Oh Christ.
The large, main doors opened at the far end of the hall. Two figures walked
toward him.
Louis clenched his knuckles, taking deep breaths. He wished that Zayn was there
to somewhat support him. Instead, there was no one but the guards and Louis in
the room.
As the figures came closer, Louis saw King Robin was the taller figure, who was
taking long strides as he dragged the second, shorter figure by the arm.
Just moments later, King Robin and Harry were in front of him. The King's eyes
were flashing dangerously. He stood so tall and proud in his royal robes next
to Harry, who appeared to want to shrink himself into the floor.
Louis gave King Robin a once-over. The man looked older, much older. His hair
was gray and his face looked more worn out. Louis had not seen the man since
his father's death. Louis didn't dare look at Harry.
"Your Highness," the sneer in King Robin's voice was clear and obvious. Louis
kept his eyes focused on him.
Louis bowed in acknowledgement. "How may I help you, your Highness?" he
returned.
"I wish to talk to you about some," he gripped Harry tighter, hearing a small
whimper come out of the boy, "particularly startling news."
Louis took a chance to look at Harry. The smaller boy was staring at Louis with
wide, pleading eyes. Louis noticed the obvious paleness in his face, along with
the few scratches along his cheeks. He wished he could ignore the brightly
colored bruises on the skin.
Swallowing harshly, Louis suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to fight King
Robin with what little confidence he had left. He wanted to scream that Harry
was his mate. He wanted to take Harry away from this horrible man and somewhere
safe.
Louis took a glance at Harry's pretty, dark blue robes, and that's when-
Louis lost every breath he had been trying to hold onto in one simple moment.
Harry had a small bump under his robes.
But Louis couldn't focus on the small swell of his stomach. Instead, he kept
his face as neutral as possible as he turned back to The King.
"I understand," Louis said. "Would you like to talk in a smaller room?"
"Yes," The King said, tightening his lips.
Louis nodded, glanced at Harry, and then walked towards a small room to the
side of the main hall.
Out of the corner of his eye, Louis saw a guard attempt to follow him into the
room. He gestured for the King and Harry to enter. As Harry approached him, now
free from the King's grasp, Louis noticed him attempting to catch his eye. When
Louis passed him, he reached out and touched his stomach ever-so-slightly. The
fabric was smooth against his fingertips and Louis suddenly realized he just
touched his child.
"My king," the guard bowed, "I wish to assist you in-"
"No need," Louis stopped him. "You can wait out here."
The guard hesitated, his brown eyes filled with concern. "Are you sure, your
Highness?"
"Yes," he turned back, "Thank you."
Louis made his way into the room, shutting the door behind him.
It was a small study room, filled with old books his mother used to read to him
as a child. Two benches sat across from each other with a small fire against
the wall.
Louis sat on the opposite side of King Robin and Harry, both of whom were
sitting very stiffly.
"I was made aware of Queen Jay's death," King Robin said. "I am sorry for your
loss."
Louis bit his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to murder the King with his
own bare hands. He might have if Harry wasn't in the room. But his boy
certainly didn't need to see that.
The thing was, it was just polite, well-mannered talk. King Robin killed his
father, which triggered his mother's labor. He wasn't sorry at all.
"Yes," Louis said politely, watching the King nervously. "Thank you."
The King awkwardly glanced around the room. "You have a lovely study," he
commented.
"Thank you," Louis repeated.
There was a brink of silence when a tiny whimper sounded from Harry.
The King cleared his throat, glaring at Harry. "Ah yes," he said. He looked
back up at Louis, "I assume you know the news?"
Louis shook his head. "I'm afraid that I don't." He lied.
"Harry, here," King Robin nodded in Harry's direction with his head, "is with
child."
Hearing the words come out of someone's mouth made Louis nauseous. He tried to
maintain his composure.
"Congratulations," he said, his eyes never leaving the King.
"I believe that congratulations are in order for you, dear King," King Robin
said, smiling deviously. "That is, if you're the father."
Louis raised his eyebrows. "What would call that to your attention?"
The king cleared his throat. "My son here is bonded," he explained. "But he
does not interact with others his own age. That is, until he began to
disappear."
Louis tried not to seem fazed at King Robin's words. He also tried to ignore
the pounding of his heart. He knew that the King was trying to trap him but he
hated not being able to admit that Harry was his omega.
"Oh," Louis said. "That's quite unfortunate then."
"Indeed," The King replied. "It seems he has a lover, and now this lover has
left him with child," a glare was pointed at Louis.
"It is what it is," Louis replied simply. "It seems the act of love bring
gifts- wanted or unwanted."
"It would seem so," The King said. "Tell me, when did you start seeing my son?"
Louis narrowed his eyes slightly. "What would make you think I'm the reason
your son is with child?" He asked.
King Robin rolled his eyes. "Don't play stupid with me," he told him. "I don't
play games."
"Honestly," Louis said, keeping his eyes fixed into the King's dark ones. "What
makes you think your son would travel here just to visit me? Would it not be
easier to have a lover inside of your kingdom?"
"Don't think I don't remember what happened years ago," King Robin sneered. "I
remember your affections towards him. I remember it all."
"You will also know that I was much younger," Louis defended. "A simple crush
doesn't always go as far as getting your son pregnant."
The King nodded, watching him closely. Silence spread.
Suddenly, King Robin stood up, but Harry remained seated. "Your actions deserve
consequence, your Highness," he said, standing up and facing the door. "I
think," he faked pondering, standing right by the door handle, "war would be
suitable."
The King was halfway out the door when he turned back to Louis.
"Oh," he paused, wearing a confident smile. "And keep the boy," he glanced at
Harry, "I have no use for an omega in my kingdom." He shut the door, and then
he was gone.
Louis didn't waste time thinking over the situation, he simply rushed to Harry,
taking the King's former spot next to him. Harry broke down into tears
immediately.
"Oh, sweetheart," Louis said, pulling the boy into his lap. Harry anchored his
thighs on either side of Louis' and tried to nestle his head into Louis'
shoulder, but was at partial defeat when his small baby bump was a little bit
in the way. Both of them glanced down.
"You're pregnant then," Louis said, stating the obvious. "You look beautiful."
Again, stating the obvious.
Harry sniffled, pressing as close to Louis as physically possible. Louis
gripped his hips firmly. "I didn't know until after the last time I saw you,"
Harry told him. "I was ill for weeks. Gemma knew I was pregnant immediately,"
he sighed.
Louis couldn't help but move one of his hands to the side of Harry's stomach,
desperate to feel their small baby.
Louis kissed his cheek. "You'll be such a good parent," Louis told him. "Our
baby is lucky."
"My father found out when-" Harry began, but Louis shushed him.
"Tell me later," Louis said gently. "I want to take care of you now."
Harry nodded, and Louis rubbed his baby bump while examining the bruises that
dotted his face.
"It sickens me to know that he hurt you," Louis confessed, reaching up with his
free hand to touch the bruises gently.
Harry shrugged sadly. "I wanted to protect our baby," Harry told him. "And I
did."
"You did, my love," Louis agreed, moving both of his hands to Harry's waist.
"But, now I want to take over and protect you both," he said, leaning to kiss
Harry's red, bitten lips. Harry kissed back with ease.
Louis gently broke them apart a few moments later. He coaxed Harry off his lap
to stand up. Then he slid his hands underneath Harry's knees to carry him
bridal style.
Harry snuggled into his chest, seemingly worn out from the day's events. Louis
carried him into the main hall, heading towards his tower to tend to his boy.
"Your Highness?" a voice asked. Louis turned to see the guard from earlier
still posted outside of the room. The guard glanced at Harry then back to
Louis.
"Yes?" Louis asked, turning around.
"I-I just wanted you to know that I'm happy for you, and for your omega," the
man approached him with a slight blush on his cheeks. "I'm afraid I don't know
his name, Sire."
"Harry," Louis responded, glancing at the boy in his arms. "Prince Harry," he
corrected himself.
The guard bowed again. "I apologize, Sire, but I personally wish the best for
you, Prince Harry, and your child. I know that everyone in the kingdom will
too."
Louis paused. This was the first civilian to actually know that Harry was
married to him. Considering who Harry was, the man seemed completely unfazed by
the situation. It was clear that he understood it though. And it was obvious
that he was genuinely sympathetic. Louis vaguely wondered if the villagers
would react the same way once the news of not only their marriage, but of
Harry's pregnancy with his heir broke out.
"No need to apologize," Louis told him, smiling. "Thank you for your regards."
He walked away, heading towards his tower.
-
Louis knew Harry was fast asleep in his arms. He was a pretty sight, really.
His long, blue dress was draped over Louis' arms, and his small face looked so
peaceful. Louis paused to watch his small intake of breaths. He was so, so
beautiful. This pretty omega was all his.
Pulling the sheets back, Louis gently laid Harry down on the bed. Louis removed
the boy's shoes, but opted to keep his robes on when he saw Harry turn over in
his sleep, facing the opposite way.
Louis put on his nightwear before joining him. He slipped in behind Harry,
curling around his smaller body, letting them fit together like puzzle pieces.
Although King Robin's words rang through his head like a bell, Harry's untold
story of how the King found out was still unknown, and the continuous fear for
their unborn child was burning inside of him, Louis just knew he had a lot to
discuss with Zayn, Liam and Niall tomorrow. For now, he tried to just keep his
focus on the fact that Harry was finally in his arms.
Shifting ever-so-slightly, he placed a hand over Harry's waist to settle on his
stomach. It amazed him that for weeks and weeks, there was no word from his
boy. But yet he was there all along, living alone in fear of his own father,
and attempting to hide the pregnancy that Louis didn't even know about.
Louis felt sick at the thought that he hadn't been there for Harry during the
early stages of his pregnancy. He must've felt terribly alone throughout all of
it. He shuddered at the thought.
Keeping Harry close to his chest and rubbing smooth circles onto his baby bump
helped him relax. Despite King Robin's words, Louis knew some things were
certain. Harry was safe in his arms, finally smelling like Louis again, and
they were still in love despite their distance and threats. And now, they were
expecting a baby.
Leaning forward, Louis placed a soft kiss into Harry's curly hair before he
fell asleep.
-
Sunshine was streaming through the windows when Louis awoke. Feeling Harry
still in his arms, he smiled into his dark curls. The omega scent was truly a
wonderful thing to wake up to.
Harry stirred, carefully, and slowly changed positions so he was facing Louis.
Their eyes met in a morning haze, and Harry accidentally hit his forehead
against Louis'.
"Oops," he said with a small giggle.
"Hi," Louis breathed back.
"How long have you been awake?" Harry asked him, arching his back to stretch.
"Woke up when you did, love," Louis replied.
Harry nodded, leaning forward to peck Louis' lips.
"Last night feels like a dream," Harry commented, snuggling closer to Louis.
"I'm just glad to be with you now."
"I am too," Louis said back. "I was tired of sleeping alone."
There was a slight pause, and Louis knew he had to get them both out of bed,
despite how painful the idea seemed.
Louis slowly pulled away from Harry, swinging his legs over the side of the
bed. He heard Harry whine.
"Don't go," Harry begged softly. "I don't want to get up."
Louis chuckled, standing and looking at Harry.
"As much as I want to stay in bed, darling, I have to meet with my advisers."
He made his way across the room to find a tunic to wear. Out of the corner of
his eyes, he saw Harry watching him carefully.
He faced Harry while changing, deciding to continue their conversation. He
tried to ignore Harry's seemingly hungry eyes watching him.
"Would you like to come with me?" Louis asked him instead, trying to ignore the
sexual tension.
Harry sighed loudly. "I suppose," Louis laughed at him. "What can I wear?"
Harry asked, making his way towards Louis, who was now fully dressed.
"I have tunics?" Louis asked, but Harry shook his head immediately.
"I'm pregnant, Lou," Harry frowned, settling a hand on his stomach. "I'll
stretch them out."
Louis bit his lip, thinking. "How about I get a personal servant for you?
Someone who can make you clothes throughout the pregnancy, and also help take
care of you when I'm not there?"
Thinking about it, Louis was actually rather proud of the idea. After what
happened last time he left Harry alone, Louis was nervous to have anyone near
him. This way, Harry could have a companion and someone to help him too.
Harry looked up with a small smile. "I'd like that," he told Louis. "That would
be nice."
Louis nodded. "Good," he told him as he made his way towards the mirror,
attempting to fix his messy fringe. "I'll find someone for you today."
Harry followed him with a hand on his stomach. Looking in the mirror at his
reflection, a small smile showed on his face. Louis watched him as he turned
the side, as though examining his bump.
"I think like being pregnant, overall, I mean. I was sick for so long, I'm glad
it's over," Harry said before turning back to face Louis, who was watching him
through the glass.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help you," Louis felt a flood of guilt.
"Although, your bruises seem to be fading, which is good."
Harry only smiled in reply. After several more minutes of getting ready,
including Harry attempting to get wrinkles out of his robes, complaining that
his hair was too messy to be seen, and plenty of reassuring kisses from Louis,
the pair finally left the room.
Hand in hand, they made their way down the stairs. Louis was careful, making
sure to go slow and was very protective of Harry, who kept insisting that he
was fine.
Strolling down the long corridor with Harry felt oddly natural. For so long, he
had continually paced the corridor, feeling alone and lost. Without his mother,
father or his sisters, Louis finally felt complete with the omega by his side.
They headed to the designated room where they were meeting his three advisers.
Louis knocked, hearing a muffle of voices from behind the door.
"Come on in!" Niall's familiar Irish voice called. Louis walked in, holding
Harry's hand tighter.
Niall was sitting alone on a bench and Zayn and Liam sat across from him,
seeming to be in their own conversation.
"Oh," Liam paused, glancing up and down at Harry. "Hi, Harry."
"Hi," Harry smiled softly at him.
"Harry!" Niall stood up so he was facing Louis and Harry. He walked over to
Harry and pulled him into a hug, causing Harry to giggle in surprise.
Louis let go of Harry's hand. But the moment they pulled apart, Niall looked
down, confusedly, and then looked back at Harry with wide eyes.
"You're pregnant?" Niall asked in a seemingly disbelief. "How did that-"
"Not now," Louis interrupted, keeping Harry close at his side. He was nervous
that Harry, in any way, might feel scared or intimated by Niall. He had that
affect at times, despite only being a beta. "I'll explain later."
An awkward silence filled the room as Louis took Harry's hand again and led him
to the bench across from Liam and Zayn.
"Sorry to be the one to kill the silence," Niall spoke up, moving to sit down
next to Liam. "But how the hell did Harry even get here?"
"My father came here and brought me with him," Harry responded shyly, staring
at the fire rather than Niall's eager eyes. "He didn't want me to go back with
him."
Louis listened to Harry, wondering if he would explain how his father found out
about the mark Louis left on Harry's neck'. His baby bump must have given away
the pregnancy, despite how small it was.
The room remained quiet until Liam cleared his throat. "I overheard the guards
at breakfast saying King Robin visited. I wasn't sure if it was true or not,"
he gestured in Harry's direction, "I guess this proves that it was."
"My father was angry about my relationship with Louis," Harry explained
vaguely. Louis kept silent, simply squeezing Harry's hand encouragingly.
"We were discovered because of the baby. I didn't know I was pregnant until
Gemma took notice of how ill I was," he bit his lip, thinking back. "I was
continually getting sick; I even had a fever for the longest time. I could
barely move," Louis saw him shudder at the memories. "Gemma knew I was pregnant
though. She could just tell."
"Gemma promised to try to help me avoid my father. As busy as he was, I was
hopeful there would be some way to hide it. I suppose getting caught was bound
to happen though," Harry sighed.
"How did you get caught?" Zayn spoke up.
"I started showing," Harry glanced up at him, "I tried wearing looser clothes,
but it got too big to hide," he rubbed his stomach as he spoke. His stomach
wasn't even that big, but it was definitely too big to try to hide.
"My father was already suspicious after I had been ill for so long. One night,
he overheard me talking to the baby-" Harry visibly blushed, seeming to be
embarrassed by that. Louis thought he was positively adorable, despite the
situation. "He came in and harassed me. He hit me and began demanding answers."
The small moment of fond he felt suddenly dissolved and Louis felt angry at the
thought that not just someone, but his own father would dare to hurt him,
especially while he was pregnant. Had he not sensed Harry's fear while telling
the story, Louis might have gone off to kill the king himself.
Trying to control himself and the anger that captivated him, Louis moved his
hand to wrap around Harry’s waist. He never wanted Harry to forget that he was
safe now.
"He saw my mark, instantly believing it was Louis' although he couldn't prove
that it was Louis I was bonded to. It was more of a correct accusation, really.
He noticed how we were as children," Harry glanced at Louis sadly. "He
suspected Louis due to how long I would be gone when I left the castle."
"He threatened so many things. He said he’d kill Louis, like he did his
father," Louis swallowed thickly at his words. "He said he'd hurt the baby- and
all these horrible things-" Harry was rapidly growing upset. He choked a little
on his words.
Louis immediately wrapped his other arm around Harry's front, holding the boy.
He kissed his hair gently, not even glancing at the others to see their
reactions.
"You don't have to continue," Louis told him.
"No," Harry protested, sniffling and clearly trying his best not to start
crying. "I'm fine."
"Why would he treat you so wrongly?" Niall asked quietly. "What did you ever do
to him?"
"He's always been angry that I'm an omega," Harry bowed his head, "Every male
in my family has been an alpha until me. He wanted his son to be his alpha
heir, not his daughter."
Louis looked up to watch his friend's reactions. Zayn and Liam were both
staring at him with a look of pity while Niall was biting his lip.
"How long ago were you discovered?" Louis asked him, moving so he only had one
arm locked around his waist and the other was settled firmly on his thigh.
"It was sometime last week," Harry told him. "He kept me in the dungeons and I
lost track of time. Gemma was the one who kept me alive until my father brought
me here."
"So, since he left you here, what do you plan on doing now?" Zayn asked. "Will
you stay here until the baby's born?"
Louis shifted uncomfortably, and Robin’s words flooded back to him.War.
"That's the thing," Louis finally spoke, feeling all eyes focus on him. "His
father said that I should keep him because he is of no use to him. King Robin
declared war over the situation."
"Jesus Christ," Zayn muttered, leaning forward. "Over bonding with his son?"
"I think he's angry with my father still," Louis said. "Something happened the
day he was murdered. I still don't know what," Louis said, sighing lightly.
"Whatever it is, it's been handed down to me. I guess King Robin has had
enough."
"He's a bloody murderer!" Niall spoke up. "He had no right to declare war on
you!"
"Are you prepared?" Liam asked. "Do you have enough men if he attacks?"
Louis hesitated. "Yes," he admitted. He ran a hand down his face in
frustration. "I just don't want to go through with this."
"Will this threaten Harry's safety then?" Liam asked again. "If he attacks, do
you think he would try to take Harry, as a way of getting to you?"
"Yeah," Zayn agreed. "King Robin knows exactly how you two felt with your
distance. He knows how many strong emotions you can get because you're bonded.
If he took Harry and hurt him or your child, it will immediately affect you."
Louis felt his heart rate quicken. He hadn't thought about it, honestly. Harry
could be used as a weapon to get straight to him.
"Louis," Zayn said seriously, "he could tear you apart if he hurt Harry."
Louis turned to Harry then, whose face looked tired and worn. He looked up at
Louis with a face full of nerves and sorrow. He looked so small under the
firelight. So small and beautiful, and certainly too young to have this kind of
pressure.
"Then we won't let him take Harry," Louis said, keeping his eyes fixed on the
boy. "If he attacks, I will do everything but let him take Harry."
"And the baby?" Niall asked.
"What about it?" Louis asked back.
"I mean, how far along are you, Harry? Do you have any kind of doctor?" Niall
questioned the boy.
Harry hesitated. "I'm about sixteen weeks. I'm pretty sure it happened during
my heat," he told him. "No, I don't have a doctor here. I don't even have robes
that I can wear," he laughed shakily.
Zayn sat up. "My wife Perrie used to be Queen Jay's assistant. She could make
you robes throughout your pregnancy?"
"Harry and I already talked about him having a maid," Louis commented. "Someone
who can make him clothes and stay with him. I still have my duties, but I'm
hesitant to leave Harry alone."
"I'm sure she would love to be your maid, Harry," Zayn smiled. "I'll talk to
her."
"All right," Harry said softly. "Thank you."
Eventually, they all finished up and Louis and Harry immediately went back to
his, or rather their room. They both agreed to spend the rest of the day
refusing to be stressed out from the previous day’s events.
Louis only left the room to retrieve food occasionally. They spent the rest of
the time in bed; they made love and Louis got to drown himself in Harry's
moans, then snuggled and reminisced their lives as children. Back when things
were seemingly okay. But mostly, they spent their time talking to each other
about their dreams for the future.
At this point in his life, Louis' only dream for the future was to find a way
to be with Harry and raise their child—or one day, children —in the safety and
shelter of his castle without someone trying to kill them for being in love.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     I haven't updated in a week..oops.
     So to make up for the fact I'm late updating, this chapter is
     basically all smut.
     Enjoy. x
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Louis awoke to hot breath fanning against the left side of his neck. He kept
his eyes shut, smiling a little and allowing himself to enjoy the comforting
rush that filled his veins. It was relaxing just to feel the steady, patterned
breathing from Harry. Waking up to his boy next to him was a feeling Louis
swore he would never grow tired of.
Harry had been with him for three days now. Since he arrived, they had spent
the majority of the time lounging around in their bedroom. Harry was clearly
stressed over his father's words, as he continually brought up the topic out of
his fear of the unknown outcome. Louis tried his best to keep him quiet and
focus on happier things.
Today, Louis supposed, was one of those happier things. It was his 19th
birthday and he was getting to spend it with Harry.
He opened his eyes, shifting a little to stretch, but keeping his arm around
his boy securely, feeling the soft fabric of his robes thread through his
fingers. He looked down at Harry, who moaned in his sleep, the hand that was
firmly placed on Louis' bare chest tightening.
Louis kissed the top of Harry's curls. Nothing made him happier than knowing
that Harry and their child were both safe with him.
"Good morning," Louis looked down, seeing Harry smile up at him. He blinked
tiredly at Louis.
"Hi, lovely," he responded easily. "Sleep well?"
"Always do," Harry said, snuggling back into the crook of his neck. His hand
remained tight on Louis' chest.
Louis didn't reply as he felt Harry began to kiss his neck. He felt Harry move
a little onto his side, trying to reach deeper into the crook of his neck.
Slowly, he began to kiss up Louis' jaw tenderly.
"Happy birthday," Harry whispered, his lips now leaving a string of soft kisses
against Louis' cheek.
"Thanks, love," Louis hummed, shifting slightly to capture Harry's lips. The
kiss was only soft for a moment as he suddenly felt the boy's hand plant firmly
against his chest, digging his fingernails in hard enough to make Louis moan
into the kiss.
Harry clearly wasn't done yet though. His lips never left Louis' as he slid his
leg over Louis' waist, moving to straddle him. From his place on top, he slowly
began to grind onto Louis, rutting their cocks up together. Louis gasped into
Harry's mouth, his free hand going up to grip Harry's bum.
Right before Louis had the chance to slide his tongue into Harry's mouth, the
boy broke the kiss abruptly. He hovered his lips mere inches over Louis', his
grinding reducing to a slow, rocking manner. Louis whined, attempting to feel
Harry's luscious lips on his own until Harry moved his head further up. Louis
stared up at him, staring into his wild eyes. Harry’s face was already heavily
flushed.
Harry leaned down then, breaking their intense eye contact. His pants were
tickling Louis' ear hotly.
"How do you want me birthday boy?" Harry suddenly sounded oddly less submissive
than Louis has heard him in the past. His voice screamed he wanted to try to
please Louis but take the lead. It caused an odd stir inside of Louis because
he didn't want Harry to be dominant. Not now, anyway. It was his birthday and
Louis knew exactly what he wanted.
"Want you to straddle my face," Louis said as his hands slowly moving to hike
up Harry's robes to his waist, letting Louis grip his bare cheeks again but
still having the fabric rub his wrist. "I want to feel how wet you are when I
get you like this. God-" he ran his hand down Harry's hole- causing Harry to
fall back against him, his breath now back on his neck. "You're so wet, Hazza."
"Do you want me to sit on your face?" Harry asked, stopping his grinds as Louis
rubbed his pointer finger around Harry's rim, making him squirm in a desperate
need for Louis' touch.
Louis slapped his bum with his free hand, feeling it jiggle against his
fingers. Harry gasped loudly into his neck, letting out a harsh moan.
"Another day," Louis said strictly. "Lay on your back."
Harry squirmed, rutting up against him hard. Louis couldn't help but smirk at
his boy. He was well aware that omegas couldn't resist the sound of an alpha.
And Louis, in obvious purpose, toned his voice to a full force of alpha.
From his position of still being on top of Louis, Harry tried to kiss his neck.
It was obvious that Harry was trying his hardest to show that he wanted to try
to be in charge of things. It was as if Harry was fighting the will of wanting
to play the role of a power bottom. Maybe one day, but for now, Louis wanted
his alpha voice to have Harry sinking to his knees. His boy was so submissive.
"Please eat me," Harry's voice was higher-pitched. He was getting more and more
flustered. "God- please eat me out, Lou."
Louis chuckled, slapping at Harry's bum again. He kept teasing his wet rim with
his finger, hearing Harry's moans grow higher and higher the closer he got
closer to pressing into his hole.
"That’s what I’m trying to do, lovely," Louis told him. "I told you already,
lay on your back."
Harry slowly pushed himself of Louis and hopped of the bed. Louis watched with
hungry eyes as Harry stripped from his robes. He threw his clothes aside before
coming back up on the bed and laying on his back.
Louis moved over to get between Harry's thighs.
"Just lay back," Louis instructed, moving over to be between Harry's thighs. He
rested a hand on Harry's soft tummy and rubbed it gently. "I want you to be
comfortable."
Harry didn't respond, he only stared at Louis with wide, eager eyes. Louis bent
down, getting his face right in front of Harry's wet hole. He didn't hesitate
before sticking his tongue inside and getting Harry's slick on his tongue.
Harry cried out, squirming and desperately trying to push back on Louis' face.
Louis immediately grabbed Harry's thighs to keep him steady.
"Fucking hell," Louis muttered when he pulled back. He licked his lips to taste
Harry's wetness, feeling driven off the whimpers the younger boy made.
Louis went back down again, going straight in and diving in tongue inside
Harry. Immediately, Harry jerked his hips up, attempting to buck down onto
Louis' face.
"Lou- oh god-" Louis glanced up at Harry to see how wrecked he looked already.
He felt smug over the sight.
"This is a lovely present," Louis commented, chuckling as Harry released a
high-pitched whine and tried to, once again, buck down onto Louis' face.
"So beautiful," Louis murmured, patting Harry's stomach. "You're absolutely
gorgeous like this."
"Please," Harry whined. He shifted positions, moving his thighs on Louis'
shoulders to get better access.
Louis dove back in, feeling the wet slick rub against his tongue. The taste
melted and he hummed at the feeling.
"Fuck," Harry cursed. Louis kept his tongue inside of him as he laced his free
hand with Harry's and placed it on top of his own stomach.
Louis gave one more prod before pulling out with a smack. "God, you're so
desperate for it," he took a deep breath, trying to regain control over
himself. "You want my tongue so bad, don't you, darling?"
Harry nodded furiously, whimpering at the tone of Louis' voice. Louis could
make him fall apart so damn easily.
"That's right," Louis gently stroked his balls, licking his lips at the sight
of how wet Harry was. "You're so pregnant and needy, babe," he went on. "You'll
do anything to get your slick on my tongue."
"Please- please," Harry was so restless now. He was squeezing Louis' hand hard
as he squirmed from the lack of contact. "Please touch me-"
Louis was so hard now that it fucking hurt. He was determined to make Harry
come before he did.
"Be still," Louis growled, deep in his throat. His words were sharp with pure
dominance.
Before Harry had a chance to choke out a reply, Louis took a broad lick right
across his hole, causing Harry to rock down with a hoarse cry, wanting to feel
Louis' tongue deeper.
Louis himself was getting impatient as he teased around the rim, feeling the
muscles contract around the quick movement of his tongue, drawing him into
Harry's incredibly tight heat.
Louis emitted a low growl. In his best efforts, Harry tried to buck down
harder, but ended up shaking and whimpering and threatening to close his thighs
with Louis' head between them, not that Louis minded.
With a pulse of determination and the feeling of Harry squirming so badly,
Louis stuck his tongue in as far as it could physically go. He was hard and too
tempted to come from the sight of making his boy fall apart.
Harry was tight and wet, pulsing around Louis' tongue as he licked around
greedily, blindly determined as Harry's movements on top of him turned even
more frantic. He was so close.
"Louislouislouis-" he screamed and Louis knew he had found that one spot, the
spot that made his boy fall apart at a single prod of his tongue. He forced
himself deeper, trying to reach it blindly.
Suddenly, Harry bucked down, despite Louis' firm grip, and he was almost
suffocating Louis with the strong hold of his thighs. His hole was directly on
Louis' mouth but Louis was too far gone to tell his boy to stop grinding on his
face.
With a high scream, Harry began to grind so hard onto Louis that he lost all
his breath. Louis stroked his balls and licked him through it, loving the hot
sensation of Harry's grinds as he came all over his stomach.
Just the feeling of making his omega fall apart just by his tongue was enough
for Louis to lose all control. He jerked himself off frantically before coming
all over Harry's stomach.
They were silent for a few moments, freely panting.
Right as Louis was about to hop off the bed to retrieve a wet cloth for them
both, Harry turned to him with a certain gleam in his eyes and a grin on his
face. "Round two?"
And there wasno way Louis would say no to that.
Needless to say, the rest of the day was spent in bed. Louis got to spend his
19th birthday with his hands running across every inch of Harry's beautiful,
pale skin. They made love until Louis nearly passed out from exhaustion, where
they held each other close and whispered sweet words of endearment.
-
Time went on. Soon, it had been exactly two months since they had last heard
any word from King Robin.
Zayn advised Louis to inform the kingdom of the rising tension and unsettling
promise from King Robin. The information was met with fear.
Meanwhile, Louis refused to make any announcement regarding his bond to King
Robin's son, who was not only pregnant with his child but also married to
Louis. He knew it was a risky secret, but he didn’t feel like now was the time.
Louis was prepared for an attack at any moment, to the point where a rush of
wind outside caused him to dash to the window, thinking it was a surprise
attack. But Harry was always there to try to relax him, easing the tension on
his shoulders with just the gentle sound of his voice.
Harry was now twenty-four weeks pregnant, and Louis thought he looked gorgeous.
His stomach was large and swollen with their child, and Louis loved to rub it,
always making sure to massage Harry's aching back and feet. He always wanted to
make his omega comfortable.
Harry was brighter since he started living with Louis. He was gaining weight at
a steady rate, and his hair had grown longer too. His pretty curls nearly
touched his shoulders, and his eyes shined brighter as the days passed.
Since that talk with Zayn, it had worked out for Perrie to become Harry's
personal assistent. She adored the boy, and was happy to stay with him just to
be his sweet companion. Harry enjoyed her company and seemingly glowed in the
outfits that she made for him, although Louis thinks part of the reason was
simply his pregnancy.
One thing Louis promised himself since Harry arrived was to always make time
for his boy. Because throughout his daily, kingly duties, Louis always kept
some time reserved for Harry. He wanted to keep his boy as stress-free as
possible. It was difficult, at times. Especially when Harry had nightmares
every once in a while, causing him to wake up in a thin layer of sweat, heaving
gasps escaping his lips.
Louis knew this though, and he swore to always be there for him. He comforted
him through the glow of the moonlight, promising that he wouldn't let anyone
every touch him again. He was unsure if he could hold his promise, but in those
moments he didn’t think Harry needed to know that.
They did little things together, enough to try to keep the weight off their
shoulders and hold onto what little freedom they had. Some days, they explored
the large castle and went through hallways Louis hadn't been to in years.
During one of those explorations, Harry might have sucked Louis off against the
wall. But no one needed to know that.
On the few days that weren’t spoiled by the cold, winter breeze, they spent
long afternoons strolling around the fields just outside the castle walls,
allowing themselves to look over at the village below.
Louis even taught Harry archery on his 17th birthday in early February. And
when Harry began to cry halfway through the lesson, claiming he wasn't good
enough and for, some odd reason, thinking Louis would leave him for this,
birthday sex came early that night. All in all, Louis blamed Harry's pregnancy
for many of his erratic moods.
Despite this, the only real complaint Harry brought up was just how much he
missed his sister, who had always been his closest friend. Louis promised that
he would bring her over as soon as the tension sizzled down.
Louis knew how tense Harry was at his father's words too. It didn't help that
he was experiencing the normal, tough emotions of his pregnancy. But throughout
the rough times, the couple reassured each other with tender kisses and soft
promises. Louis swore to always take care of Harry.
And that's what he did. Louis was Harry's alpha. His job was to protect.
-
The lavender scented oil shined bright on Harry's stomach, spreading smoothly
across Louis' palm.
Harry was currently spread out on the bed, completely naked. Louis was
massaging his stomach, which the younger boy had been somewhat complaining
about. As smooth as his pregnancy had been, there were still times when the
dull ache was too much.
Louis continued rubbing the oil over the stretched skin, not worried if he gets
oil on himself. Harry had somehow managed, through very little convincing, to
get Louis naked to put oil on him, and naturally, Louis complied easily.
"Do you feel any better?" Louis asked from where he sat in between Harry's
spread legs.
"A little," Harry smiled. "Can you feel the baby kicking?"
"No," he frowned, unable to mask his disappointment. Harry had been feeling the
baby flutter, but neither of them had felt the baby kick yet, much to their
disappointment.
"Hey, it's okay," Harry told him. "I'm sure you will soon."
Louis nodded, continuing to rub his skin. It was only a few moments later when
Louis took note of Harry’s growing hard-on. It was inevitable, really.
"Baby," Louis said a little warningly, glancing down at his cock with a little
smirk. "Getting a little excited?"
Harry swallowed, his breathing getting more unsteady. "Want you," he managed.
Using his oil slicked hand, Louis moved it from Harry's stomach down to his
cock.
"Lou-" he gasped, arching his back up into the touch. Slowly, Louis began
jerking him off unable to deny how much he loved seeing Harry like this.
"Tell me what you want, baby," Louis told him. "Just gotta tell me."
"Your mouth," Harry squeaked, watching Louis and clearly trying his best not to
thrust into Louis' hand. "Please, Lou."
Louis coaxed his thighs open to get a good look at Harry's wet hole. He licked
his lips, seeing that it was nearly dripping. Harry whined under his gaze.
That's the thing Louis just loves about omegas. They get so slick and wet,
almost as if they were girls. It makes Louis' mouth water.
"So wet," Louis commented as he jerked Harry off with one hand and used his
other to circle and trace around his hole.
"Please- please," Harry was squirming freely now, desperate to be touched.
Louis loved to tease him.
"I've got you, it's all right," Louis shushed. "Want me to lick you out?"
Harry cried out at his words alone. Louis saw out of the corner of his eyes
that Harry was attempting to get into a better position to see Louis between
his thighs, but no matter what he did, his stomach was in the way.
"Louis-" Harry all but sobbed. "I can't see you as well."
Louis looked up. "Your stomach's in the way, love," he chuckled. "You'll still
feel me, even if you don't see me as well."
"But I- oh!"
Louis had chosen right then to finally dive into Harry, feeling his wet slick
smooth all over his eager tongue. Letting go of Harry's cock, he used both of
his hands to steady Harry's shaking thighs that were threatening to collapse on
his face.
Harry cried out so loudly that Louis swore he would wake up half of the castle.
All Louis could do was hum and moan as he dove deep into Harry, trying to taste
as much of his heat as possible.
If Louis was being honest, he simply loved the taste of his omega's heat. It
was oddly sweet and it tasted like pure heaven. Besides, having Harry fall
apart like this was just another bonus.
Louis knew his boy well enough to know that one of his favorite things was for
Louis to eat him out. He confessed one night that he loved the way Louis looked
after he ate him out. He told him that he looks incredibly flushed, misty-eyed,
his face soaked wet with his slick.
Harry began squirming even more now, chanting that he was about to come. Louis
licked inside his velvety walls as deep as he could go, moaning into the taste.
Harry suddenly cried out, and Louis let his thighs squeeze his face as he came
on his stomach.
Letting Harry ride out his waves of pleasure, Louis licks him through it until
Harry spreads his thighs out again.
He grins, seeing how flushed Harry was. His face was dotted in pink, and his
eyes were so glassy. Louis supposed it was alpha pride to make his omega fall
apart like this.
Louis sat back on his knees, letting Harry take a minute to catch his breath.
Both of Harry's hands were splayed on either side of his stomach, right where
his fresh come lay.
"Can I suck you off?" Harry asked suddenly, once his breathing had returned
back to moderately normal.
Louis choked. "I-uh- yeah. Of course, baby," he said. "What position is
comfortable for you?"
"I'll straddle you," Harry decided, pushing himself onto his forearms. "Please
help me up," he asked oh-so-politely.
Louis quickly went to his side to help him sit up enough, letting him crawl on
all fours. Louis sat back then, letting Harry sit on his legs.
At this point, Louis was full hard against his stomach. Having his pregnant
omega ask to suck him off was a bit of a dream come true.
Harry bent down, softly licking just the tip of his cock, making Louis moan,
desperate for more. He looked up at him wickedly.
"Baby, if you get uncomfortable we can change positions," Louis reminded him.
Harry didn't reply. Instead, he used his hand to guide Louis fully into his
mouth, taking him all the way in with one fluid motion. Louis felt himself hit
the back of his boy's mouth and it took all of his strength not to arch up to
get deeper into Harry.
He gaped in pure amazement at how easily Harry took him in, watching as his
nose touched Louis' stomach. Harry kept his eyes fixated on Louis.
"Look so good, love," Louis gasped. Harry began bobbing his head in rhythm, a
completely steady movement of pulling almost completely off of Louis' cock,
then pushing forward until his lips grazed Louis' skin.
"Jesus," Louis muttered, feeling Harry run his tongue over Louis' cock while it
was still in his mouth. Louis tangled his fingers in Harry's hair.
Harry kept his eyes trained on Louis the entire time. He looked determined and
focused, and Louis couldn't get enough.
Louis felt his knot quickly swelling up, and he didn't want to risk hurting his
omega in any way by knotting in his mouth. From his loose grip on Harry's
curls, he slowly dragged the boy off of his cock.
"What?" Harry questioned, his lips popped off of Louis' cock with a smack.
Louis tried to focus on the question, rather than the saliva covering Harry's
face.
"I don't want to knot your mouth," Louis explained.
"Oh," Harry paused. He suddenly got on his back next to Louis. "Come on my
stomach then."
"Are you sure?" Louis asked, jerking himself off slowly to relieve the
pressure. "Is that all right?"
Harry giggled then, "I promise."
He got up and sat in between Harry's spread legs. Harry had his hands on either
side of his already come-stained stomach. He looked at Louis eagerly.
"I understand why you don't want to come in my mouth right now," Harry said.
"But, I'd like to try it sometime, I think it would be interesting," Harry
continued so causally, as if Louis wasn't frantically jerking off in front of
him, and as if his knot wasn't about to pop, and he wasn't about to come on his
stomach.
"Fuck, Haz," Louis panted, shifting himself so his cock was directly above
Harry's stomach. "You're so gorgeous like this," he groaned, feeling his knot
swell up. He knew he was about to come.
"Come on, Lou," Harry encouraged, his eyes full blown as he watched Louis.
"You're so perfect," Louis continued. "You look so fucking pretty carrying my
baby," he gasped again. He was so, so close.
"Yeah," Harry said. He reached up, putting one hand on top of Louis' hand that
was quickly jerking off his cock, helping him with his steady motion.
Louis gasped as his knot finally popped, spilling all over Harry's stomach. He
continued jerking off as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, Harry's hand
still on top of his, the other resting on Louis' free wrist.
"Fuck," Louis cursed, seeing Harry's stomach completely covered in his own
dried come, and Louis' fresh supply. Harry stared at him with his pretty eyes.
"Feed some to me," he suggested so casually.
Louis stared at him, unable to form words.
Harry giggled. "Get some of your come onto your fingers, and let me lick them."
Louis took a shaky breath. Hearing Harry say things like this could easily make
him hard in seconds again.
Harry, meanwhile, took their free hands together, lacing their fingers and
settling them on top of the sheets.
"All right," Louis replied. He took his pointer and middle finger, placing them
on Harry's large, come-covered stomach. He swiped them gently, getting some
come onto both fingers, and then leaned forward a little, directly in front of
Harry's eagerly awaiting mouth.
Harry opened his mouth, and Louis watched as he took both fingers in. He
couldn't help but moan at the sight. Harry let out a laugh around his fingers
before he used his tongue to lick underneath them.
Louis' knot wasn't going to be going down anytime soon with Harry looking like
that. God, he looked fucking obscene with his pretty red lips sucking on Louis'
fingers.
Finally, Harry moved back, letting Louis' fingers slide out of his mouth,
licking his lips immediately.
"You taste so good," he all but moaned, staring at Louis enticingly.
Louis hummed in reply, settling himself so his face now leaned over Harry's
stomach, with his hands on either side of the his body.
"Now it's my turn," he grinned before leaning down, steadily licking his come
from Harry's tummy. Harry whined as Louis licked all over the salty come
covering his skin. Louis knew his rough tongue drove Harry wild, and the fact
he was licking over Harry's pregnant stomach made it so much hotter.
He continued licking, letting his tongue move all around the swollen skin,
licking up every part of his come on there.
"I do taste good," Louis leaned up, licking his lips. Harry laughed. "Want to
taste more, love?" He asked.
Harry nodded with a smile, opening his mouth. But this time, Louis swiped his
tongue across his stomach, getting come all over his tongue and then
immediately stuck his tongue in Harry's mouth. He listened as Harry moaned,
seeing the boy close his eyes in pleasure.
Once Harry had pretty well cleaned the come off of his tongue, Louis pulled
back, settling onto his knees between Harry's legs.
"That was wonderful," Louis decided, noticing his knot had finally gone down.
He picked up the oil and began rubbing it all around Harry's stomach again.
"It was," Harry agreed, placing both of his hands on either side of his
stomach, onto the parts that weren't now covered in oil. Louis simply hummed in
reply, gently rubbing the oil onto his mate's pale skin, feeling relaxed.
Suddenly, he felt a small nudge on his palm.
Startled, Louis pulled his hand back and Harry gasped.
"Harry-" Louis began, his eyes were wide as he realized what he had just felt.
"The baby kicked!" Harry said, his soft voice filled with excitement. "Did you
feel it?"
"Yeah," Louis replied in amazement, keeping his eyes on the spot where the baby
kicked. "They kicked right under my hand."
Harry giggled. "The baby must know their father is here," he said.
"I suppose so," Louis agreed. "That was amazing, really," he said, placing his
hand back onto the spot where he felt the kick.
"I've felt them move, but that was one of the strongest kicks yet," Harry told
him.
Louis rubbed the spot gently, feeling a couple more small kicks. He stared up
at Harry in utter amazement.
"Oh God," Louis muttered. He felt so overwhelmed at the feeling. It all crashed
all over him and everything suddenly felt so real.
"May I?" Harry asked, moving his hand over to the certain spot.
"Yeah, babe," Louis moved his hand, allowing Harry’s to settle on the spot,
before he placed his hand on top of Harry's.
"I hope they kick again," Harry frowned. Louis didn't reply, he just rubs his
thumb over Harry's fingers lightly.
Within moments. several more kicks came. Harry gasped at the feeling, then
giggled as Louis squeezed his hand, smiling.
"I can't believe this is really happening," Harry said tearfully a minute
later. "It's surreal."
"I know, baby," Louis agreed. "You're carrying our baby."
Harry used his free hand to wipe away his watery eyes. Louis watched him with
utter fond, knowing how Harry's emotions were always on edge.
"I love you," Harry spoke up. "I hope you know that."
"I love you too," Louis replied. "And our little one," he squeezed Harry's hand
again.
"And our little one," Harry agreed.
"Haz?" Harry looked up at him, "do you think our baby is a boy or a girl? An
alpha or an omega?"
Harry chewed his lip, concentrating on the question. "Hard to say, really," he
admitted. "There's one omega for every two alpha, right?"
Louis nodded. "I think so," he said. "But there's plenty of betas too. My
family has all three."
"So does mine," Harry told him. "Dunno, then, I suppose we'll just have to wait
and see."
Part of that sort of scared Louis. He was so lost in Harry's pregnancy that he
hasn't thought of the actual birth part of it, despite it being inevitable in a
few short months. His mum died in her childbirth- as many omegas and women did.
It wasn't uncommon at all.
The thought of Harry having difficulties while giving birth brought a new, cold
panic to settle in his veins. Any thought of Harry being in any kind of pain
made him feel sick.
"Louis?" Harry's voice drowned out his thoughts.
"Yes, baby?" Louis responded, meeting his eyes.
Harry looked worried though. "You zoned out," he said nervously. "What's
wrong?"
"Nothing," Louis said quickly. He refused to have Harry become worried too.
This wasn't something he could easily discuss.
Harry just nodded, clearly not wanting to push the subject.
Louis simply smiled at Harry, trying to fight the sick feeling that kept
returning. He couldn't help but wonder if he would not only lose his mum and
dad in one year, but also his mate.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope no one is freaked out that Harry has slick and gets wet and
     stuff. but if you are, please don't comment anything rude. It's an a/
     b/o fic and that is involved in it.
     Leave kudos and nice comments and I'll update quicker(: feedback is
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***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     well i meant to update over the weekend, but i sorta got distracted
     by my other fics. so if i dont update quite as often now its because
     im doing the bottom harry fic exchange and im pretty busy with that
     at the moment. but im certainly not giving up on this fic so no need
     to worry about that(:
     enjoy xx
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Louis sat in the small study room completely alone. The darkness outside
brought a hollow emptiness in the room, with the small fire in front of him
being the only source of light. The heat danced off of his face, settling in as
a smoky burn that overwhelmed him.
The old book that sat on his lap was open on the first page, and the letters
that kissed the worn pages had been read over and over, yet Louis still
couldn't understand what was written. His mind was in a completely different
other space. It seemed like everything was out of focus since the last time
Louis stared into King Robin's cold eyes.
It was thirteen months to the day since both Louis' father and mother's death,
and he had never really adjusted into the routine of being without them. As
much as he loved his kingdom, he was still learning just how to run it. His
daily thoughts always seemed to include, why did this happen to me?
He didn't think it was fair that all of this chaos happened for reasons that
were never explained to him. He was forced to inherit the mess without any
explanation as to why. One of the first things he promised himself when he
found out about Harry's pregnancy was that he never wanted his children to be
involved in this game. Louis was going to be the last ruler to face it.
Harry, of course, agreed with him. With their goals in mind, they always leaned
on each other for support with a promise that their child will be safe. When
Louis talked to Harry about his doubts of being able to fight in a war, Harry
would silently take Louis' hand, laying it across his tummy. Every time Louis
felt their child kick against his palms, it gave him a reason to keep going.
Harry was the shoulder that he leaned on. Even through the seemingly endless
nights of Louis' tears—when he felt too weak and let down to even bother trying
to hide it from Harry—his boy was always there.
Harry was right at twenty-five weeks pregnant, but thankfully, with the time
spent since his forced arrival, he now held a respectable place at the castle.
The servants, maids, and even the guards treated the boy with all the love in
the world. He was gentle, and so, so sweet to everyone. Even on Louis' worst
days, Harry was soft and always incredibly comforting.
Despite the constant difficulties and stress from his father's threats, Harry
rarely complained about anything. He was steadily gaining weight as his
pregnancy went on, but he never complained about being too fat. If anything,
Harry loved the process of seeing how his body stretched out to fit their
unborn child.
Nothing made Louis smile more than seeing Harry standing sideways in front of
their mirror with his hands on his stomach, rubbing where he felt kicks. The
smile on Harry's face was worth more than anything else in that castle.
Perrie had made Harry so many pretty outfits, each with a variety of colors and
styles. As beautiful as Harry looked in them, Louis told him he'd never be able
to wear them all during the pregnancy as there were far too many. Harry would
immediately fire back by saying he'll have to just get pregnant again. Louis
couldn't protest though, he had always dreamed of having lots of children.
Seeing how beautifully Harry carried their child only made him crave more.
There were times when it was frustrating to go throughout his kingly duties and
not be able to tell the kingdom about Harry. The people in the kingdom were
well informed about the dispute with Harry's kingdom, and many rumors were
started as to why exactly, but Louis couldn't say a word.
Louis was ready to show Harry off. Maybe it was an alpha thing, but he wanted
nothing more than to show the entire kingdom that he was proudly married to
this gorgeous omega, and that they had their first child on the way. But Louis
knew that as of now, this knowledge would be unpopular amongst his people due
to the fact that Harry was King Robin's son.
The fire was slowly dying out as Louis ran a hand down his face. As nervous and
tense as he was, it made a small part of his heart glow just knowing that Harry
was now perfectly safe, and, as of now, fast asleep in Louis' bed. Even after a
few months of being there, it still comforted him knowing that Harry was under
his protection and care.
A soft knock on the door suddenly brought Louis out of his trance. He couldn't
help but flinch at the broken silence. A small dose of fear ran through him, as
it did every time he was disrupted. He was scared that one day he would open
the door to reveal a servant who would inform him that King Robin had an army
awaiting them outside the castle.
Louis cleared his throat nervously. "Yes?" he called out.
The door creaked open and Zayn stood in the doorway. His silhouette fell onto
the rough floor from the candlelight outside in the hallway. He flashed Louis a
hesitant smile and suddenly, Louis felt nauseous.
"Hey," Zayn said, walking in slowly and shutting the door behind him.
"Hey," Louis just watched him. Louis could just tell from Zayn's entrance that
something was going on. He played with his fingers anxiously and tried not to
think of the worst.
Zayn sat down across from Louis, still holding on to his silence. Just under
his simple gaze, Louis thought he might burst with anxiety. He tried his best
to fight back the continuous sick feeling that overcame him.
"I've been told to inform you that someone's here to see you," Zayn finally
said quietly.
"Who?" Louis asked immediately, feeling his heart begin to beat faster. The air
in his lungs suddenly felt constricted and he felt as if he couldn't breathe.
"Gemma Styles," Zayn answered, carefully watching Louis. "She just arrived."
Louis sat up in his chair at the news. Gemma was the last person that Louis
expected to arrive to the castle this late.
"Gemma Styles?" he questioned, and Zayn nodded in confirmation. "Why is she
here?" he pressed.
Zayn shrugged, leaning forward. "She said she needed to talk to you and Harry."
Louis sat up completely for that, his face fell though. "Should I wake him?"
Louis asked nervously. "I don't want to bring any stress onto him."
"I would," Zayn replied. "She requested him, so I would."
Louis stood up then, feeling dizzy at the thought of having to meet Harry's
sister at a late hour. Whatever the reasoning may be, it's most likely not a
good one.
Louis made his way to the door, looking back to see that Zayn was right on his
heels before saying, "God, I hope she's not like her father."
Zayn reached for the door handle. "I really doubt anyone can be like him."
-
When Harry slept, he truly looked like a soft, pretty angel. His loose curls
were sprawled out on the pillow, unlike his body which was tucked in with a
possessive hand on his baby bump. Everything about him looked so peaceful that
it absolutely killed Louis to wake him up.
"Hey, sweetheart," Louis sat on the edge of the bed that Harry was facing. He
gently rubbed his shoulder in an attempt to wake him.
"Love, you need to get up," Louis coaxed softly, before he leaned down to kiss
Harry's smooth cheek. The boy stirred, slowly opening his eyes.
"Hi," his small voice said, still raspy from sleep. "What's wrong?" he asked
quickly when he saw Louis' expression.
Louis stroked his soft curls. "Your sister is here, baby," he informed him.
Harry slowly sat up, using Louis' bicep as leverage.
"Gem?" Harry asked, confused. His eyes were bright with curiosity.
"Yeah," Louis answered, now moving his hand to rub Harry's baby bump.
"Why?" Harry pressed. But he sounded so soft and innocent when he woke up—so
much that Louis didn't mind all the questions.
"I'm not sure yet," Louis answered truthfully. "But she asked to see us both."
Harry just nodded as Louis bent down to wrap an arm around his waist, helping
him sit up completely, his feet dangling off the bed. He stood up, once again,
gripping Louis' bicep.
"Do you mind if I just wear this?" Harry asked him, referring to his pale blue
colored sleepwear. Louis thought he looked so angelic in this particular gown.
He nodded in reply.
"You look gorgeous," Louis said, taking his hand as they walked across the room
and towards the door. "I guarantee that Gemma won't care."
"That's true," Harry agreed, walking through the door that Louis opened for
him.
Right before Harry got to the stairs, Louis suddenly came up behind him and
wrapped his arms around his waist.
"No, princess," he teased, making Harry giggle. "'M going to carry you."
"Lou," Harry whined. "I know how to walk, despite how big my stomach is."
Louis laughed. "Yes, darling," he agreed, patting his stomach, "but I want to
carry you."
Harry clearly refused to protest, making it easier on Louis when he grabbed him
from under his knees, and lifted him up into his arms, pulling the smaller boy
closer to his chest. Harry nuzzled into his tunic, curling himself closer to
Louis as they made their way down the stairs.
"You smell good," Harry giggled, pressing his nose against Louis' chest again.
"I smell like an alpha," Louis reminded him. "Of course I smell good to you."
Harry hummed, grinning up at Louis. "I suppose so," he said, reaching up to
touch the light stubble that was forming on Louis' face.
Eventually, they reached the bottom of the stairs. Louis, although very
reluctant, put Harry down. Harry quickly smoothed out the wrinkles in his sleep
gown before placing his right hand on his tummy and taking Louis' hand in his
other.
They took their time walking down the hallway. Louis could sense that Harry was
a little nervous about seeing his sister again, as his palms were starting to
sweat and he grasped Louis' hand tightly.
"How's the baby feeling?" Louis squeezed his hand as they rounded the corner,
heading towards a side room on the other wing where Gemma was located.
Harry kept his gaze forward. Louis saw out of the corner of his eyes that he
was rubbing his stomach softly. “He’s fine," Harry said a little thickly. "He
was letting me sleep. But I think this will wake him up."
Louis chuckled. Then a sudden thought occurred to him.
"Wait—" he paused. "He?"
Harry let out a small laugh and rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't actually know
if they’re a he," he laughed. "But I'm calling him Little Bean so I guess
that's not much better."
Louis furrowed his brows, the question still sticking in his mind. "I wonder if
they’re a boy or a—"
"We can always discuss that later," Harry cut him off, a little edge and
sternness to his voice. Louis sensed part of this was due to how nervous he was
about seeing Gemma again. He was very much used to playing his alpha role and
being the stern one, although not usually with Harry. But with Harry's raging
hormones, he let it slide.
Louis sensed Harry get more and more nervous as the silence grew between them.
Right before they reached the entry hall, Louis halted and pulled them to the
side of the hall.
"Hey," Louis didn't give Harry a moment to question him. He bent down slightly
so their foreheads were pressed together. He cupped Harry's cheek with a little
force.
"I want you to know," Louis began, he vaguely heard Harry's breath hitch, "I
love you. It's you and me," he reached down and laced their free hands
together, "it will always be you and me," he finished, putting emphasis on
always.
Harry didn't reply immediately; instead—with a little groan—he pushed their
lips together. They kissed for just a minute, and Louis drowned in the
beautiful taste of Harry's lips before the younger boy pulled apart. He pulled
their foreheads back together.
Harry smiled. "You and me?" he asked, even though they both knew the obvious
answer.
"Always," Louis confirmed.
"Apparently the baby doesn't like that idea much," Harry huffed.
Louis giggled at Harry, undoing their laced hands to settle one on the side of
Harry's stomach. He patted it softly.
"And our baby," Louis added.
Harry leaned over to kiss the scruff along his jaw, which Louis accepted with
ease. He pulled back to retake Louis' hand.
"Don't let go of my hand," Harry told him.
Louis just nodded. "Whatever happens, I promise to keep you safe," he said.
Harry smiled because he knew that. He fully trusted Louis with that.
They entered the main entry hall together. The candlelight was sparkling in the
room and was nearly empty except for the few guards that lined the walls.
They walked all the way across until they reached the west wing. As they
approached the open door to the room Gemma was in, Louis squeezed Harry's hand
reassuringly, feeling Harry squeeze back.
The room was small. It was similar than Louis' study in the aspect of its many
books. A low fire was on at the far end of the room.
Louis saw four silhouettes all crowded on the benches in front of the fire. As
they walked over, he recognized two of the figures to be Zayn and Liam, who
were side by side across from the two. A figure from the opposite side stood up
immediately when Louis and Harry entered the room.
Louis heard a large intake of breath—whether from Gemma or Harry, he didn't
know—but then the girl was falling into Harry's arms with a loud gasp. Louis
silently let go of his hand and went to sit by Zayn.
"Why are you here?" Louis murmured to him quietly as he watched as Gemma was
talking in a low voice to Harry.
"She brought an adviser," Zayn whispered back. "Li and I thought we should back
you up. Sorry, though. Niall wouldn't get up."
Louis chuckled, his eyes following as Gemma and Harry made their way back to
the benches. The closer Harry got to the light of the fire, the more Louis
could see the bright grin that was curved on his face and the small blush that
aligned his cheeks.
Gemma sat down next to the man, who was presumably her adviser, while Harry sat
next to Louis.
"King Louis," Gemma was looking at him now, and Louis finally got a good look
at her. She looked like the female version of Harry. They both looked very much
alike, only for the fact that she had long blonde hair. She was very pretty—and
Louis could definitely smell the strong alpha on her.
"Princess Gemma," Louis nodded at her slightly. "I apologize for our delay."
"No need," she smiled softly. "I understand why," she gave a teasing glare to
Harry, who immediately giggled.
Seeing Harry act so happily around Gemma so quickly made Louis smile. He had
sensed how nervous Harry was before, but now, he and Gemma seemed completely
content with each other.
"I come bearing news that will change things," Gemma explained. The happiness
Louis had felt moments ago dissolved and he was suddenly nauseous at her words.
He was so focused on Gemma and Harry reuniting that he nearly forgot why she
was actually here.
"All right," Louis glanced over at Harry."
Gemma cleared her throat, looking at Louis darkly. "My father, King Robin, is
dead."
Louis sat up in his seat at the startling news, his eyes widening. That was the
last thing that Louis expected for her to say.
"What happened?" Louis blurted out. "Why is he dead?"
"It was murder," she told him. "From what I understand, he mistreated a guard
in some form. In rational anger, the guard stabbed my father in his sleep."
Louis glanced at Harry, who was staring at his lap in deep concentration. Zayn
leaned over to whisper to Liam as Louis furrowed his brows. Something in her
voice was off.
"Please, tell me. Do you know what upset the guard?" He asked.
Gemma stared at him for a moment, soaking in the silence, before replying.
"Yes," she answered.
"Would you please tell us?"
Gemma swallowed. "King Robin was planning on attacking here towards the end of
Harry's pregnancy," she glanced quickly at Harry, who Louis saw immediately put
a protective hand on his stomach. "It was to be a sneak attack. I know no
more," she finished when Louis opened his mouth to speak.
It was silent for a minute before a small voice croaked, "What would you have
done?"
Louis watched the half of Harry's face that he could see through the glow of
the candlelight. He was now looking directly at Gemma.
"I would've tried to warn you," Gemma answered, seeming truthful. "But I did
not know until I went down to the dungeons and spoke with the man myself. He
said he did not want to fight."
Zayn suddenly cleared his throat. "Your Highness," he nodded his head towards
her. "Are you the Queen now then?"
"Yes," Gemma said, "I am. Which is why I came here," she turned back to Louis.
"I want to compromise."
Louis didn't hesitate, feeling an uneasy burn inside of him. He wanted to trust
Gemma, he honestly did. But he was just scared for her to give him a reason not
to.
"All right," he began. "What kind of compromise?"
"To be blunt, I don't want to fight," Gemma looked sincerely at Louis. "I don't
want us to carry out what our fathers did."
Gemma's apparent adviser suddenly cleared his throat, making Louis look across
at him.
"Yes, Ashton?" Gemma nodded her head in acknowledgement.
"If I may," he nodded both at Louis and Gemma. "I would like to add that not
only did your fathers fight, but your ancestors as well."
"Our families have been fighting for generations," Louis added on. "I never
understood as to why."
Gemma frowned. "I didn't either," she admitted. "I suppose those facts got lost
somewhere down the line."
Louis nodded in agreement. "So can we agree on not fighting? And that no war
will come from your father's anger towards Harry and I?"
"Most certainly not," Gemma said quickly, turning towards Harry. "I'm happy for
you both. I can't imagine how hard it was to bond from a distance like that. It
must've taken courage."
"It was difficult, yes. But I love him," Louis told her, keeping his eyes
focused on Harry. His boy was now staring at him with a gentle smile on his
face. "I promise I'll take care of him."
"I know you will," Gemma said. "How far along are you?" She asked Harry.
Harry looked up at her. "Around twenty-five weeks," he blushed, biting his lip.
"I mean, that's just a guess from my last heat, honestly."
"You look bigger than that," Gemma replied. She eyed him carefully for a
moment. "Do you think you’re carrying twins?"
Oh. Okay. Louis was definitely going to be sick now.
Harry blushed again but shook his head. "No, no. I've talked to some women
around the castle about it. They don't think they’re twins, but I might just
give birth a little sooner than expected," he rubbed his stomach and glanced
over at Louis, who, once again, was forcing himself not to throw up.
It was amazing, really. Louis wasn't even the one pregnant or giving birth, but
just the thought of Harry going into labor made him nauseous.
"Ah," Gemma interrupted with a small laugh. "I understand then. You have a
doctor or someone then?"
Louis interrupted. "I wouldn't have stood for it if he didn't," he told her,
making her laugh.
"I do have another question for you both," Gemma began. "Do your people know
about Harry? Or the baby?"
Louis bit his lip. "No," he said slowly. "I've been keeping him a secret for
his safety. I was afraid that it might cause some disturbance."
Gemma nodded. "I understand."
"We did—uh," Louis paused, glancing over at Harry, who was staring right back
at him. "We did get married, though."
Gemma's eyes widened. "What?" She asked in surprise. "When?"
"Before Harry's pregnancy," Louis explained. "We had just bonded. It was a late
night thing."
"Very late night," Zayn added with emphasis.
Gemma raised her eyebrows in amusement. "I see," she said. "Will you make an
announcement then? About our agreement to not fight?"
Louis nodded. "I plan on working on a speech in the morning."
"Ashton and I will too," Gemma nodded towards her adviser. "I'll explain that
your marriage with Harry will help unite our kingdoms."
"Right, that would be good," Louis agreed, looking over at Harry.
"We should get going then," Gemma stood up, and Ashton stood up with her. "I
apologize, again, for showing up so late. But I had to inform you about the
King," she smiled sheepishly.
Louis stood up with her. "No need," he told her. "I appreciate it, really.
Harry and I have been very stressed the last few months because of his
threats."
"One last thing," Gemma looked down at Harry, who stood up next to her. "I wish
you both the best in your marriage. And with the baby," she added before
reaching over to pat Harry's baby bump.
Harry looked down at her hand with a little smile. "Thank you," he answered.
"For everything, Gem."
Gemma pulled him forward and embraced them in a tight hug—or as tight of a hug
they could manage with Harry's stomach. It made Louis feel at peace knowing
that Harry and Gemma were reunited. With their agreement, there wouldn't be any
more fighting and they might actually be safe.
Eventually, Gemma and Ashton left the castle while Zayn and Liam headed back to
their rooms. Soon, it was just Louis and Harry alone.
For the first time in so long, Louis felt a weight lift off of his shoulders
and for once, he actually believed that they might be okay. He pulled Harry
into a tight embrace.
One thing led to another rapidly. At first, they were just hugging but then
suddenly Harry's wet lips were desperately kissing Louis'. His pretty moans
filtered through the room, leaving Louis hungry for more. He wanted Harry to
control the speed this time.
"Fuck—fuck," Harry started a slow grind against Louis' crotch from where he was
straddling him. His arms were locked tightly around Louis' neck, their chests
flushed together. Harry's stomach was pressed tightly against Louis.
"Love when you get in this state," Louis panted, moving away from his mouth to
suck on his neck. Harry cried out at a particular spot, but Louis kept going.
"Get your clothes off," Harry nearly growled. Something Louis had been forced
to adjust to throughout Harry's pregnancy was that the boy had wanted to become
more in control of their sex life. It was the only thing Harry could even try
to be dominant at. The main reason being that the aches he would get from
staying in a position too long, often bossing Louis into fucking him at a
different angle.
"Hey," Louis broke away from Harry's neck. "Stand up, love," he coaxed gently.
Louis, of course, helped him to his feet. He quickly undressed before
proceeding to help Harry, but the boy only wailed.
"I don't like being pregnant during sex," Harry all but whined. Louis was
tempted to laugh until he saw Harry's serious face. He bit his tongue.
"Darling, I can still make you feel good, even with that," Louis placed a hand
on Harry's now bare stomach. Harry frowned.
"Sit back down," Harry huffed. "I wanna ride you."
Louis obeyed and sat back on the bench. Harry plopped down in his lap, this
time facing the opposite way. He resumed his slow grind on Louis' fully hard
cock when suddenly, Louis stopped him.
"Baby—" Louis said breathlessly. "I don't have any oil."
Harry turned to look back at him. "I'm wet enough," he told him.
Before Louis could protest, Harry was lining himself up with Louis' cock.
"Help me," Harry whined then, glancing back at Louis. He lifted up slightly and
grabbed Louis' cock. The older man helped him align his wet hole directly over
Louis' cock. He pushed in slightly, and Harry's breath caught in his throat. He
slowly kept sinking down until he was fully seated in Louis' lap.
Louis, by habit, immediately wrapped his arms around Harry's stomach. Harry
groaned and tipped his head back onto Louis' shoulder, letting out little
pants.
"You all right?" Louis asked him. He rubbed small circles onto his stomach.
Harry just hummed as he began a slow rocking movement against Louis.
Louis thought it was amazing just how deep inside Harry he was. He was so tight
and wet, continuously clenching around him.
They were pressed tightly together on the bench. Although it definitely wasn't
comfortable, Harry had insisted he couldn't wait until they reached the bedroom
to be fucked. Louis personally just thought he had a thing for exhibition.
Harry suddenly sat up, letting most of Louis' cock slip out of him. Just as
Louis was about to protest—Harry sat back down quickly, letting out a breathy
moan.
"So beautiful," Louis murmured, watching as Harry leaned back to rest his head
against Louis' shoulder. As tempting as it was to pick up the pace and slam his
hips up into Harry, he wanted the smaller boy to have the control. It was
difficult for his alpha side, as being dominant was more of a habit, but he
always wanted to be gentle with Harry.
"'M close," Harry told him. Louis took full advantage of his exposed neck and
leaned over to lick his mate. Harry gasped in surprise.
Although his mark was on the other side, Louis lapped his tongue over his
sweaty, but sweet, omega smelling neck. It always tasted so good to him.
"I'm going to—" Harry cried out, almost seeming to hold back and wait for
Louis' permission.
Louis finally lowered his hands that were placed on Harry's stomach and moved
them to his hard cock. He jerked him off frantically until Harry came with a
cry, still moving his hips on Louis' cock.
"I'm close, love," Louis warned him. Once Harry came, he seemed to get serious
about making Louis come. He moved his hips in small figure eights, keeping his
movements consistent.
Louis came with a cry, feeling himself come deep inside of Harry. He bucked up
into the boy as Harry rode him through his orgasm. His knot caught inside of
Harry—locking them together.
They were quiet for a while. Louis' knot would be inside of Harry for several
minutes, so they both just rested and enjoyed the intimacy of being physically
close together. Louis knew there were plenty of worse things than being locked
inside of Harry.
He licked over Harry's neck some more and continued rubbing his stomach,
smearing Harry's come all over the stretched skin. Harry didn't seem to mind at
all.
As Louis gave more gentle kisses to Harry's neck, all he could think about was
how happy he felt. The sick, worrying feeling was finally gone. For the first
time, there was a happy feeling inside of him and maybe, just maybe, he had
finally succeeded in keeping Harry and their unborn child safe.
"Hey, love," Louis said right in his ears, using one of his hands to brush his
sweaty curls back. "What did you want to talk about earlier?"
Harry shifted slightly, attempting to glance back at Louis. "What did I say?"
He asked.
"You said we'd discuss if the baby was a boy or a girl," Louis reminded him,
nipping at his neck again. He smelled so fucking good.
"Oh," Harry tucked his head into Louis' neck, leaning back. "I was just
thinking that we should discuss baby names."
Louis stopped his biting to think. He honestly hasn't thought of names for
their child at all. They had no way of knowing if it was a boy or girl until it
was born. They wouldn't even know if they were alpha or omega until they were
much older, usually in their pre-teens.
"All right," Louis bit his lip. "Any ideas?"
Harry hummed. "I have a girl's name," he told him. "Guinevere."
"Guinevere," Louis let the name roll of his tongue. He frowned. "Dunno if I
like that, honestly."
"Okay, we can keep thinking," Harry said calmly, not seeming fazed by Louis'
rejection.
Louis paused. "What about Genevieve?" He asked.
"Oh!" Harry perked up. "I love that."
Louis kissed his cheek. "So, Genevieve if it's a girl."
"Genevieve—Rose?" Harry asked hesitantly. "Is that a good middle name?"
"I like it," Louis replied. "Genevieve Rose. Now, what about boy names?"
Louis' knot was finally down—allowing Harry to slowly hop off his lap. He
picked up his discarded clothes before he replied.
"I don't want to name him after either of our fathers," Harry said rather
straightforward as he put his night gown back on.
"I agree," Louis sighed, walking over to get his own clothes. "I want our
children to have their own names."
"Yes," Harry said in agreement. After he finished getting dressed, he sat on
the bench and watched Louis finish.
There was a small silence as Louis put on his shirt. Suddenly, Harry gasped.
"What about Alexander?" He said excitedly. "Do you like that?"
"I do," Louis smiled, sitting down next to Harry. "Sounds like a lovely prince
name," he placed one hand on the small of Harry's back and the other on his
tummy.
"He likes it too," Harry giggled, watching Louis' hand. He suddenly got
serious. "I kind of want him to have your name."
Louis furrowed his brows. "Why?" He asked. The thought of his son having his
middle name made him nervous for some reason.
"I like your middle name," Harry stated simply. "Alexander William?"
"Okay," Louis smiled at his mate. It did have a nice ring to it, for sure.
"Okay, that's good."
Harry grinned, "Perfect."
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
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     started some new fics and sort of pushed then one to the side.
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Louis awoke the next morning feeling positively exhausted and definitely not
ready to start the day. His head already ached with the thought of having to
leave his warm bed to start up his typical, kingly duties. If it were up to
him, he would spend the rest of his day in bed with his mate.
After their meeting with Gemma last night, and their celebration that consisted
of Harry riding him, Louis didn't go to bed until it was nearly an hour until
dawn. Although, he had no regrets about the night before.
Louis smiled into the heat of Harry's neck. Last night held new revelations for
both Louis and Harry. This was the first morning in months that Louis didn't
feel a flutter of worry inside of him at the thought of an impending war.
Instead, he woke up with Harry's back pressed firmly against his chest and his
face nestled in his luscious curls.
With a small groan, and feeling as if his mind and muscles ached to stay in
bed, Louis forcefully detached himself from Harry. Looking down, he smiled
fondly at the sight of Harry curled up in a small ball with a protective hand
on his baby bump.
Louis slid out of bed and got dressed slowly, still trying to convince himself
that he needed to go and actually be King instead of sleeping with his mate.
Once fully dressed and decently ready, Louis made his way out of the room and
down the stairs.
In his sleepy haze, Louis stumbled down the steps and ran into a figure when he
reached the bottom. He jumped back in surprise.
"Oh, sorry mate," Niall apologized, looking up and down at Louis. Even Niall
could tell that Louis looked like a wreck. "Ready to write that speech?"
"Yeah," Louis yawned. He honestly felt flustered under the pressure of the
speech. It wasn't a casual speech to remind people of their taxes or anything.
Instead, it was on Louis' secret marriage to Harry, the fact Harry was heavily
pregnant with his heir, and the ending feud with Queen Gemma's kingdom.
Niall and Louis made their way to the designated room in silence, finding that
Zayn and Liam were already in there waiting for them.
They went right to business. It was difficult to word things in the sense that
Louis wasn't an improper king by hiding his lover from the formerly hated
neighboring kingdom. But between the four of them, they wrote something decent
with Louis stating the most important factors in the most recent events.
Louis reviewed the speech one last time, deciding that it was well written
enough for people to understand. He handed it over to Zayn, who would announce
it to the citizens the following morning. Now, Louis could only hope that he
wouldn't become a hated king.
Soon after, Louis left the room and made his way to the kitchens. He assumed
Harry would still be asleep, or most likely still in bed, and Louis, being the
excellent husband that he is, didn't want Harry to wake up absolutely starving.
Louis took some bread and various fruits into a small basket before swiftly
leaving, ensuring his presence wouldn't be noticed. He headed back to his room.
The door was still closed like he had left it this morning. Presuming Harry
might still be asleep, since it was only late morning, Louis walked on in
without bothering to knock.
Just as he was about to call on Harry to see if he was asleep, a gasp startled
him right as he shut the door.
Louis looked over in surprise, seeing Perrie and Sophia sitting on a small
bench at the end of his and Harry's bed. They looked very startled to see
Louis.
"Your Highness!" Perrie breathed out a small sigh of relief, staring at him
with wide eyes. "You scared me."
"Uh-" Louis did a quick glance around only to find that Harry was definitely
not in the room. "Where's Harry?"
"Oh, he's trying on some robes right now," Sophia informed him. That's when
Louis took note of the various fabrics that surrounded the girls and the few
dresses that laid on the bed.
"Oh," Louis furrowed his brows, making his way towards the bed slowly to lay
down the basket. "Right."
"I suppose I never left my congratulations," Perrie said a little sheepishly,
turning around to face Louis. "He's doing very well in his pregnancy. Much
better than I did," she went on.
"How old is your son now?" Louis slowly moved away from the bed to sit on the
bench near the empty fireplace.
"He's three," Perrie smiled. "Very wild boy, no doubt."
"He is related to Zayn, so I suppose that's expected," Louis was only half
kidding, but Perrie still laughed. "Anyway, how come Harry is trying on more
clothes?"
"He can't fit them anymore. The baby's grown faster than we both expected,"
Sophia spoke up with a small grimace. "The outfits I made him last week are
already tight on him."
Louis raised his eyebrows. Seeing Harry every day, he supposed he never really
noticed just how fast their unborn child was growing.
"Oh," Louis tried not to sound surprised, but he was failing horribly. "I guess
that-"
Suddenly, the door that led to the bath opened, once again, startling Louis.
"Hey, Perrie? Do you think we could-" Harry stepped out. He then noticed Louis
and looked a little surprised. "Oh, hey, Lou."
Louis' jaw dropped at the sight of Harry.
His dress robes was one of royal purple silk. It was a solid color and very
simple. The neckline was big and showed off his collarbone nicely. Then the
sleeves began right at the edge of his shoulders, where they fell until the
slit right at the elbow, where the two pieces opened up.
But what made Louis' heart stop was when he saw just how pregnant Harry looked.
The dress showed off his love handles and his stomach so well. The royal color
fell gently over his bump and right to his feet.
Louis could only stare in amazement as Harry approached him. Maybe it was
Perrie and Sophia's comments about it, but now Harry looked even more pregnant
than he had when Louis left.
"Do you like it?" Harry twirled around right before he reached Louis so he spun
directly into the older man's arms. Louis immediately slotted his hands to
Harry's hips in an attempt to steady him, before he inhaled the gorgeous,
intoxicating smell of his omega.
"I like it a lot," Louis answered, feeling his cock twitch. He hoped it
wouldn't take long to get Harry alone.
Harry smiled before glancing over at Perrie and Sophia, both of whom Louis had
temporarily forgotten were there.
"Does it look good?" Harry pulled away from Louis' grasp to walk towards them.
It took everything in Louis not to protest and beg Harry to come back to him.
"Perfect," Perrie smiled. "I'll probably head back down if you don't mind," she
told them before standing up, along with Sophia. Louis had never been more
grateful in his life.
The moment she shut the door, Louis pounced on Harry and they never left the
bed for the rest of the morning.
-
The next day, Louis anxiously lounged around with Harry while Zayn was sent off
to give the speech. To say he was nervous was an understatement; he was
terrified. This speech could determine how he would rule the kingdom for the
rest of his life.
A servant ended up bringing both Louis and Harry food, where they sat and ate
on their bed, trying their best to simply relax and not focus on the fear
bubbling under their skin.
While they waited around, Harry talked to Louis about his feelings regarding
the pregnancy, ("Maybe we can try for another baby, Lou!"), which immediately
caused Louis to half choke on his tongue.
In the back of his mind, Louis always wondered what it was like to actually be
an omega. He loves how submissive Harry gets in heat, the way he craves being a
parent and never really seemed satisfied until he was swollen with Louis'
child, not to mention just how slick he gets when he's worked up.
Being a male omega wasn't extremely rare, but females were, by far, more
common. Louis admired how strong Harry was in accepting that he was just a
little different. Somehow, it made Louis love and want to protect him even
more.
A few hours later, after several Harry-caused tickle fights, sleepy make outs,
and quick sex, they heard a knock on the door.
Louis bolted straight up from where he was laying back with Harry against his
chest. He removed himself from Harry before standing to his feet and striding
to the door.
The moment Louis opened the door, a tired-looking Zayn invited himself in. He
was panting heavily, carrying the speech in one hand and a messenger bag in
another. His hair was somewhat of a disaster and his face showed utter
exhaustion. He walked past Louis to sit on the benches across from their bed.
Harry climbed out of the bed and made his way towards Zayn. Louis shut the door
before doing the same.
"Well?" Louis asked, feeling anxious. He sat on a bench next to Harry and
across from Zayn. "How'd it go?"
Zayn swallowed. "I think it went well," he informed them. "Surprisingly, no one
seemed too angry about it."
Louis raised his brows. "Really?" He asked in disbelief. For all that he's
done, the people have every right to hate him. "You gave the whole speech?"
"Every word," Zayn replied. "I suppose that they figure you are both better
than your fathers, and have a little faith in you."
"And the feud?" Louis asked. "What about that?"
Zayn sighed. "Remember, Lou, I'm in the town square. People come to me, so I
can't really focus on their expressions. I do know that no one was particularly
angry."
"Good," Louis breathed a small sigh of relief, feeling Harry link their arms
and nuzzle him affectionately. "Did you notice their reactions about the baby?"
Zayn looked over at Harry. "You caused a lot of whispers," he chuckled. "I
imagine that they were a little surprised that you found an omega prince."
Louis shrugged. "As long as they don't hate us, it sounds like we'll be fine."
Zayn glanced up, "I don't think any of their potential hatred could mount to
how people felt about your fathers."
-
Over the next couple weeks, Louis discussed with his advisers about the
potential of a formal ball in honor of him and Harry, sort of, coming out.
Originally, it sounded like a good plan. But when Louis tried to talk to Harry,
the boy insisted that he was too pregnant to even consider it.
Harry was at twenty-seven weeks, but was certainly bigger than most at that
time. Perrie commented on it, saying it's because he's a male, and therefore,
he might be triggered into labor easier and quicker. Louis hoped that she
wouldn't be right.
Harry insisted that they could host a ball when he wasn't waddling around the
castle in this state. Louis agreed, of course. But he still felt a little
disappointed because he was completely ready to show off his omega as his.
-
One month since coming out.
Louis woke up to sweat slick on his forehead and back, his skin felt flushed
like he was being burnt alive, and his cock was so hard it was painful.
He let out a harsh groan, with his eyes still closed in his still sleepy state,
he began to rut against the closest thing near him. He buried his face into
that sweet, sweet smell.
Harry smelled a thousand times better than he did just the night before. He
smelled like his mate, a mix of not only his smell, but with the bond from
Louis. He smelled like Louis' mate.
Louis whined into the head of curls, continuing to rut against him desperately.
He was so hard it fucking hurt.
He felt Harry move against him, clearly woken up by his startling movements.
Then again, Louis was grinding into his bare bum.
"Lou?" Harry asked sleepily, turning his head back to him. "What's wrong?"
"I-I-" Louis pulled back from Harry. He suddenly reached down into his
nightwear and pulled out his hard cock. He jerked off for just a moment before
he spilled all over himself.
Harry was fully facing him now. It was the middle of the night, and he still
looked very tired, but he also looked fascinated.
"'M in rut," Louis explained after his breath returned to somewhat normal. His
knot was still swollen but not locked on anything. He knew while he experienced
a rut that his knot never stayed as long as it would normally.
"What do you need?" Harry's eyes were wide, starring at Louis' still hard cock.
"Do you need to fuck me?"
"I don't want to hurt you," Louis said quickly. "I mean-"
Harry shook his head immediately. "You helped me through my heat, now I want to
help you through your rut," Harry said in a serious voice. Louis was so turned
on he wouldn't try to refuse him.
"Would you suck me off once my knot goes down?" Louis asked, not even
hesitating anymore.
Harry nodded hurriedly. Louis quickly stood up to undress completely, as Harry
already was, before he fell back against the pillows, watching in complete
admiration as his mate leaned over him.
"'M getting slick," Harry told him as he leaned up to kiss Louis. "I'm really
wet, Lou."
"Jesus Christ," Louis sat up so he could reach behind Harry and sure enough,
when he pulled his fingers back, Harry was soaking.
"Fuck-" Louis immediately stuck the two fingers in his mouth. Harry cried out
at the sight.
Louis sucked on his own fingers longer than he probably should have. But Harry
was so wet and slick and smelled absolutely heavenly. If he wasn't already
pregnant, Louis knew it would've happened now.
"New plan," Louis stated as soon as he took his fingers out of his mouth with a
pop. "Want you to sit on my face."
Harry's face was a mix of pleasure and surprise. He licked his lips before
slowly nodding.
"Okay," Harry said. "Okay. H-How do you want me?"
"Come up here," Louis grabbed his hips, helping Harry balance on the pillow and
grab the canopy drapes that were against the wall. Harry's slick hole was
directly over him and Louis' knot was rapidly going down.
"That's it," Louis licked his lips at the heavenly sight.
Harry let out a small whine and Louis couldn't wait to get his tongue on him.
"Look at you, baby," Louis' said gently. "So pregnant and full of me, darling.
So full of my baby, aren't you?"
Harry whined, his thighs that were bracketing against Louis' face were
threatening to close on him, although Louis didn't mind at all.
Louis reached up, putting a hand on Harry's large stomach, giving it a small
rub. "God, so pregnant, Hazza. You're so beautiful."
"Lou- Lou," Harry was nearly crying now. "I can't-"
Louis hummed. He always loved talking to Harry like this. When they were making
love, he tended to be softer or even quieter with his words. But now, in his
rut, Louis was so turned on he couldn't think straight.
"Sit," Louis said. And Harry did.
Harry's wet slick was immediately on Louis' tongue the moment he sat on his
face. Louis groaned into Harry at just how warm he felt. Louis began to lick
around him desperately, feeling Harry cry out from above him and clench against
him. That's how Louis knew he was doing his job right.
Harry began to grind against him, moving his hips back and forth against Louis'
face in a slow grind. His slick began mixing with Louis' spit as he rocked. And
soon, Louis knew almost his entire face was wet with Harry.
Harry was continually crying out Louis' name as he rode his face. It was so
much that Louis couldn't resist the thought of not touching himself. He was on
the verge of coming already.
Keeping a steady hand on Harry's lower back to help secure him, Louis wrapped a
hand around himself and began jerking off hurriedly.
Harry let out a loud cry and began to grind so hard against Louis' face that
Louis couldn't breath. He knew immediately that Harry was coming then, and let
him ride out the waves of his orgasm on top of Louis.
Louis let out a cry then, although muffled, and came all over his stomach. His
knot swelled up again immediately. Harry quickly hopped off his face.
"Wow," Harry looked positively wrecked as he sat next to Louis. "That was
amazing."
Louis looked at the large pool of come on his stomach. The problem with ruts
was that he came so much and so often.
"Your face is so wet," Harry looked positively amazed at the sight. "You're wet
with my slick."
Louis couldn't resist licked his lips, feeling the reminisce of Harry still on
his tongue.
"You taste amazing, baby," Louis said honestly. Omega slick was so heavenly.
Harry smiled. "Do you want to fuck me after your knot goes down?"
Louis glanced down, noticing it was rapidly going down already. He's already
come twice and he was nowhere near being tired. But
"Will you be too tired?" Louis asked, but watched as Harry laid back against
the pillows and bent his knees and spread his legs. He rested both hands on his
stomach.
He shook his head. "I'm fine," he told him. "I promise I'll tell you if I get
too tired."
Louis saw his knot had gone down fully. He shifted over and settled between
Harry's spread legs. He leaned over Harry and kissed him roughly.
"Fuck me," Harry breathed against his lips.
Louis didn't wait then. He began to push into Harry, groaning at the warm,
slick heat around his cock. He bottomed out quickly and leaned over Harry,
panting heavily on top of him.
"Tell me when," Louis panted. He was so desperate now. His rut was strong and
everything screamed of Harry and his beautiful omega scent. But even through a
tough rut, Louis knew everything he did with Harry in bed was with consent. He
had heard too many stories of alphas abusing their mates. He swore he would
never do that.
"'M good," Harry told him, keeping his hands firmly on his stomach. "G-Go
ahead."
Louis immediately pulled out until just the head was in before thrusting hard
and deep. Harry let out a shout and threw his head back. Louis moved both of
his hands to clasp with Harry's. With his hands on top, he settled both of
their hands on either side of Harry's head.
"Fuck, so tight," Louis groaned, thrusting using his hips and watching Harry
carefully to make sure his baby was okay. He was letting out small whimpers as
Louis went.
"L-Lou, s-stop-" Harry opened his eyes and starred at Louis urgently.
Louis immediately pulled out. He unlaced their hands and sat back on his knees,
he stared at Harry with concern.
"Baby?" Louis was trying to watch his face to see what was wrong. He was so
hard and horny but he forced himself to hold back. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"Need to change positions," Harry met his eyes. "I'm sorry."
Louis shook his head. "No, no, it's fine. Whatever is comfortable, darling.
What position do you want?"
"Um," Harry looked down, clearly thinking. "Could I get on my knees and you get
behind me?"
Louis immediately scrambled to help Harry sit up and turn onto his knees. He
rubbed Harry's back and bum as his boy got into a more comfortable.
"Oh, thank you," Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He turned back to look at
Louis. "You can go ahead."
Louis positioned himself behind Harry, feeding him his cock and actually
watching it disappear between his pale cheeks. He gripped his bum, squeezing
the flesh as he bottomed out. Harry moaned delightfully.
"Feels so good," Harry gasped when Louis began back to his rhythmic thrusts.
"You always feel good."
Louis pushed in again, moving his hands upwards to grab Harry's hips. "So do
you, my love," Louis replied. Harry was so fucking tight around him.
Harry let out a string of moans as the sound of his bum hitting Louis' hips
filled through the room. Louis moaned loudly at the sight of Harry's bum
jiggling each time his hips collided with his skin. He gripped Harry tightly.
"So good," Louis kept his steady thrusts but moved himself so that he was
draped over Harry's back and his arms were wrapped around Harry's lower
stomach.
Louis fucked him faster, keeping himself on top of Harry. He was careful not to
hurt him or their baby with his weight as he clung onto Harry.
"Fuck!" Harry cried out. Louis moved back so he was sitting on his knees, back
to gripping at Harry's hips. He slowed down and came to a stop, still buried
deep inside of Harry. The boy quickly turned his head back.
"Louis?" Harry tried looking back at him. His voice was coming in small pants
and gasps. "Why'd you stop?"
"Wanna give you a break," Louis took a deep breath himself. It was fucking
painful being so deep inside Harry and not moving. But Harry had told him that
he got more tired during sex ever since he got pregnant. Louis respected that
and always wanted to be careful.
"'M okay," Harry told him. "Just-" Harry moved himself forward, letting Louis'
cock slip out most of the way before moving himself back till his bum was
flushed with Louis' hips. The older man moaned at the sight.
"You look so good, baby," Louis said. He was just sitting on his knees, letting
Harry fuck himself back on his cock. Harry seemed encouraged by Louis' words as
he started going quicker.
"That's it," Louis went on, digging his fingernails into Harry's hips. "Look so
good fucking yourself on me."
Harry hung his head low, seeming determined as his movements got quicker and
quicker.
"You close?" Louis asked him, training his eyes on Harry's bum as it kept
continually smacking against his hips.
Harry let out a high-pitched cry. "Yeah, yeah," he tried looking back at Louis.
"Help me-"
Although Harry couldn't see, Louis nodded his head. He got a better grip on
Harry as he pulled him back, thrusting quickly and hard. He moved one of his
hands that was placed on Harry's hips and reached under him to grab a hold of
his cock. The moment he did, Harry let out a loud cry and spilled all over his
stomach.
"I'm about to come, babe," Louis panted, feeling his knot beginning to swell
up. "Do you want to be locked in or should I pull out?"
"Pull out," Harry said back, much to Louis' disappointment. He pulled out
quickly, watching in slight confusion as Harry carefully rolled onto his back.
He was so close to coming it was fucking painful.
"Baby, I can't-"
"Knot my mouth," Harry said oh-so-innocently.
Louis nearly came at the thought of it. "How should do you want me to?"
Harry licked his lips. "Just sit on my upper chest," Louis frowned, which Harry
quickly noticed before adding, "you won't hurt me. Just be careful."
"Always, darling," Louis muttered as he crawled to Harry's side. Harry placed a
hand on his, now sticky, stomach. Carefully, Louis straddled Harry's upper
chest, making sure he didn't hit his stomach. He glanced down at Harry whose
face was bright pink and flushed.
"Come on, Lou," Harry said, staring at his hard cock. "Please knot my mouth.”
Louis gripped his cock and began jerking off hurriedly right in front of
Harry's face, his cock just inches from those gorgeous lips. He felt his knot
growing at just the sight of Harry.
"Baby, I don't want to hurt you-" he protested weakly. Sometimes it was
difficult to knot Harry when they fucked, much less his mouth.
"I'll be okay," Harry promised. "Just don't thrust too far down my throat."
Louis moaned at that, jerking off frantically at the sight of Harry's open,
eagerly waiting mouth.
With a cry, Louis came right in Harry's mouth, watching as his boy took every
drop of it. When Louis felt his knot swell, he pushed himself into Harry's
mouth, allowing it to catch.
Everything seemed to freeze. Louis had just knotted. Harry's mouth. For a
moment, he was terrified that he had hurt his omega. It wasn't until Harry
blinked up at him and hummed around his cock that Louis breathed a little
easier.
Louis' knot didn't last as long, due to his rut. It was a beautiful sight; a
twenty-nine-weeks-pregnant Harry stared up at him with glassy eyes and swollen
lips wrapped around his cock. Louis had never seen anything so beautiful.
The moment his knot went down, Louis pulled out and fell to the other side of
the bed, purposely falling away from Harry.
He stared up at the ceiling, trying to wrap his mind around what the hell just
happened.
Suddenly, Harry appeared over him with a slightly dazed and whispered-
"Ready to go again?"
Chapter End Notes
     yes louis did knot harry's mouth and no i dont have any regrets.
     please leave comments and kudos(: xx
     my twitter - @littlelacehaz
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     i'm really sorry for lack of consisted updates. this chapter is kinda
     exciting so hopefully it's good(:
     NOTE -- i got a comment saying that it wasnt clear if louis' counsel
     knew the truth about what happened with the death of his father. yes,
     louis lied to everyone saying that his father's death was an
     accident. but i just went back to chapter 4 and added a small bit
     explaining that only zayn, liam, niall, harry, and louis know the
     truth of how louis' father was murdered. i apologize for my mistake
     in this.
     enjoy! xx
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When Louis woke up he heard the patter of feet against the stone floor and
blinked rapidly, attempting to adjust to the sunlight fluttering through the
room. His rut had only ended just last night, and he almost felt like he needed
a full day just to recover from it.
His rut had lasted nearly 5 days this time. Louis tried to blame it on the fact
he was fucking and knotting his needy, heavily pregnant mate. He even tried
insisting to Harry the previous night that his reasons were valid, not that
Harry protested them. In fact, Harry acted as if he was in his full heat by the
way he begged Louis to fuck him into the sheets every night during his rut.
While staying in their locked bedroom for nearly a week, Louis had Zayn be put
in charge of things until he was fully back and focused. He trusted Zayn
completely to be a good replacement while he was handling Harry's neediness
through his rut.
Louis groaned into the pillow, feeling his muscles ache with protest as he
slowly sat up. Looking straight ahead, Louis furrowed his brows at the sight of
Harry standing in front of the mirror in a light blue robe. He was flattening
out the sides and smoothing out the wrinkles. Louis caught himself smiling as
he watched Harry turn sideways to examine his stomach. Harry frowned then,
placing one hand on top of his stomach and another on the bottom.
Louis frowned from his place on the bed. "Everything okay, lovely?"
Harry jumped from his spot and whipped around to face Louis. "Oh, uh, yeah.
Just trying to decide if I should wear this."
"I say you should," Louis peeled back the covers and walked over towards Harry,
who was back to looking at his reflection in the mirror. Harry always looked so
gorgeous and it hurt Louis to know he didn't always recognize that.
Louis came up behind Harry, wrapping his arms around him and laying his hands
on top of Harry's that were placed on his stomach. Harry smiled at him through
the glass.
"Do you realize how big the baby's gotten? Harry stared at him through the
glass. "I'm due really soon, Lou."
Louis swallowed and forced himself to smile. He didn't want to think about it
yet. "Yeah, lovely, you are. The baby will be here soon."
Harry moved to face him and Louis' hands automatically moved to Harry's hips.
Sometimes, Louis felt as if he knew the curves of Harry's waist better than he
knew anything else in the world.
"Alexander or Genevieve," Harry grinned. "Our baby will have a lovely name,
either way."
Louis kissed his cheek softly, letting his lips linger for a moment before
pulling back. Harry's eyes were bright and Louis swore he saw stars in them.
"I was going to go to the village for a little bit," Harry told him, releasing
himself from Louis' grip to walk back towards the mirror, where he, once again,
began to examine himself. "Would you like to go?"
"Oh," Louis paused, thinking it through only a little. "Yeah, of course. Let me
get ready?"
Harry nodded, and Louis rushed off to the bath. He hurriedly changed and when
he came back out, only to find Harry examining himself sideways in the mirror
again.
Louis smoothed out his silver tunic as he approached Harry. "Why do you keep
doing that?" He asked.
"I'm just thinking," Harry, said, turning to the other side and keeping one
hand on the upper and lower side of his stomach. "I like being pregnant with
your baby."
Louis walked up so he was directly behind Harry. He rested his head on Harry's
shoulder smoothly, unable to help his alpha pride that beamed over Harry's
statement.
"I like it too," Louis kissed his shoulder, tracing the edge of the trim to
Harry's robe. "My pretty omega is full of my child. Everyone knows you're mine.
Always want you to be pregnant with my babies," Louis was quickly turning
himself on by his own words. He could hear Harry's breathing was becoming more
and more uneven.
Louis leaned to kiss over his mark, letting his tongue dance over the marked
flesh on his neck. Harry moaned at the touch.
"Everyone in the village will know who you are," Louis went on. "They'll see
the mark that I gave you on your pretty neck, and smell the alpha mixed with
your lovely scent," his voice was growing rapidly raspier as he continued.
"Then they'll see how you're full of the King's baby. They'll know that you're
the prince, that you’re carrying my heir, darling."
Harry's head was facing down, and from his position behind him, Louis kissed
his cheek, moving his hands to either side of Harry's stomach.
"D-Don't get me worked up," Harry's voice finally sounded. "Louis-"
Louis kissed his cheek again before pulling away from him. His whole demeanor
suddenly changed. "I won't, lovely," he told him. "Are you about ready to go?"
"Yeah," Harry took one last look in the mirror before facing Louis. "But, um, I
have a request?"
Louis furrowed his brows in confusion. "Oh, um, yes, my love?"
"Do we have to bring guards?" He blurted out, quickly biting his lip in what
seemed to be embarrassment. "I mean, I just, I don't want to."
Louis stood still. He was nervous to go to the village without any sort of
protection. Of the many times Louis had gone down there, the people were always
so pleasant. The small market was filled with the prettiest little gifts and
various, unique kinds of food and spices. It was generally safe, but Harry was
pregnant and an omega, which made idea of him not having security, scared Louis
just a little.
"Baby-" Louis was on the verge of protesting but the look on Harry's face made
him realize it was hopeless.
Louis sighed. "All right, We can go without guards. Just be careful, yeah?"
Harry was nodded already. Louis was repeating the obvious more for himself than
Harry. "I don't want you or little one getting hurt."
"We won't," Harry smiled.
Louis forced himself to smile back, ignoring the wavering nerves inside of him.
-
Harry's hand was tight in his as they walked down the mile long slope that led
to the kingdom's fair sized village. It was a cloudy day, looking as if it were
on the verge of raining. But Louis made sure him and Harry had some long cloaks
that fell to their feet that had a hood attached, just in case it ended up
raining. They were simple; Louis had Perrie made them for the rain
specifically. Louis' cloak was gold and Harry's was silver, per request.
"How are you feeling?" Louis broke their long silence. They had been mostly
silent since they began steady-paced walk.
Louis turned to him when Harry didn't reply. Immediately, Louis noticed that
Harry's face was showing confusion and slight worry. It took everything in
Louis not to break out into immediate panic. If his baby seemed to be in pain,
it was in his alpha instincts to want to protect.
"Yeah," Louis noticed the hesitance laced in his voice. "I'm okay. It's just,"
Louis held his breath as Harry frowned. "The baby hasn't stopped kicking since
we left."
Louis suddenly stopped walking, causing Harry to stop and look at him. "Do we
need to turn around? Do you want to lay down?" Louis felt his brain speeding up
a million miles an hour. "Does it hurt?" He faced Harry now.
It was in that moment when Harry turned around that Louis realized just how
tired Harry looked. His young, usually bright face now looked worn out and
exhausted. Under the gaze of the clouds, Louis didn't miss the dark circles
were highlighted under his eyes. Louis wondered how he didn't notice this
earlier.
Harry must have noticed Louis' concern. "I didn't sleep much last night," he
glanced down, setting his hand on his baby bump. "The baby kept waking me up."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Louis felt a little hurt that Harry hadn't woken him
up. Harry was in pain and he just slept on through it without even knowing
about it. "Hazza, I would've stayed up with you."
Harry shook his head. "You need your sleep," he insisted. "I'm okay."
Louis licked his lips nervously. He didn't want to believe Harry, but he didn't
want to fight him either because there was no way Louis would win an argument
with Harry about this.
The thing was, Harry had done extraordinarily well throughout his pregnancy.
Often times, during omega male's pregnancies, their first child to carry is
rather difficult and dangerous. But Harry never once complained about it. His
doctor told him, and even Louis, that his pregnancy was surprisingly safe and
nothing was out of place. He was impressed with Harry's confident attitude
towards the bump under his dress robes.
Louis knew that throughout the last 9 months that Harry was presumably in pain
from the baby. He imagined that its kicks would hurt at times, or the nausea,
aching back or the swollen feet or how he was always feeling the need to go to
the bathroom. Or his craving of bread and grapes, which was one thing Louis
could provide.
Harry told him all the time that Louis had missed the worst part of his
pregnancy. He was estimated to be about 4 months along when he saw Louis again,
and he said by that point, most of his sickness was already gone.
Louis admired him, really. Harry was so strong for dealing with his father for
so many years and for traveling over to see Louis for months before they got
caught. He lost sleep and put himself in danger just to see Louis. And now he
carried Louis' baby with a glowing smile. Earlier, when Harry had said he loved
being pregnant, Louis knew he genuinely meant it.
"Will you tell me if you need to go back?" Louis asked Harry, his concern was
rapidly growing. He settled a hand on top of Harry's hand that lay on his
stomach. "Sweetheart, if you feel ill I can take you back to the castle and you
can rest."
Harry gave him a small, reassuring smile. "I'll be okay," he replied. Louis
could see it in his eyes though, they were distant and hesitant. Harry was
lying.
Although frustrated, he didn't want to try to fight with Harry. He didn't
reply, rather deciding just to take Harry's hand again, leading them on down
the dirt filled road.
-
The village was alive when they arrived. Many people were roaming the streets,
heading in various directions. Shops and workshops were surrounding each side
of the dirt road with people bustling on every corner.
Keeping a firm grip on Harry's hand, the two strolled through the small village
slowly, getting a good intake on what it's like to actually not live in castles
filled with luxuries. Although Louis hadn't been to the village in awhile, he
always felt like he could breathe a little better while being there. It was a
breath of fresh air and no pressure of being King, at least for a little while.
When Zayn and Louis were kids, they often went to the village and continued
their mischief. But since Louis had become King, he had been far too busy to
have a chance to go, much to his disappointment. He often missed the days when
things were simpler, but if he hadn't risked it all for the boy with the green
eyes, he certainly wouldn't have his life the way that it is now.
Their hands were locked together firmly and reassuringly. As they walked by,
several obvious stares and confused looks were thrown their way. They looked
far richer than the people of the village, but also because this was the first
time anyone had ever actually seen Harry.
"Lou," Harry leaned over to him, guiding them closer to the side of the road
and away from the people walking past. Louis pulled him near a small building
away from the crowd.
"Are you all right?" Louis was definitely concerned now. Harry's face was a
faint pink and he looked very hot. His eyes were watery, seemingly unfocused.
He looked completely dazed and very scared.
"'M fine," Harry seemed to say automatically, not meeting Louis' eyes. "Just-
the baby is still kicking."
Louis licked his lips nervously, looking behind them out of habit to make sure
that no one was near or waiting to intrude on conversation.
"I'll take you back," Louis said simply. "We can come over on another day."
Harry shook his head immediately. "I'm fine, just a little hot. And, well,
cold," his face displayed confusion at his own words.
Louis just stared at him, feeling dumbfounded. "I don't know what that means,
baby," he said honestly.
"I just," Harry was growing visibly frustrated at the questions, so Louis set a
hand on his hip gently. "I feel flustered, kinda? And hot. The baby makes me
feel hot," Harry furrowed his brows, staring at Louis in anticipation for his
reaction. "But it's a little cold outside too."
Louis was tempted to laugh a little at Harry's choice of words, but seeing the
nervous look on Harry's face quickly made Louis realize that this definitely
wasn't a joking matter at all.
"Does that make any sense?" He beat him before Louis could reply. Harry let out
a frustrated sigh.
"I kinda get where you're coming from, darling," Louis told him with a soft
smile. "But I'm not the pregnant one, love. I don't exactly know what you're
feeling."
Harry let out an even bigger sigh this time, putting his hand back on his bump.
"Yeah," he said awkwardly.
"Let's just try to enjoy ourselves, yeah?" Harry nodded at him. "If you feel
ill or tired, we'll head back immediately. I promise."
"Thank you," Harry's smile was fond, "I love you."
Louis squeezed his hip, returning the smile. "I love you too," he said back.
"Now come along, love. I want to show the world how beautiful my omega is."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Lou," he whined, accepting the hand Louis offered him.
Louis just grinned as the walked back to the road, taking note of just how many
people were staring at them. Not all of the stares were bad, but simply curious
as to why the King would just be wandering around their village.
"They're staring at me," Harry noted quietly as they walked down the road.
Louis hummed, giving his hand a squeeze. "They know who you are, baby. They
know you're mine."
Out of the corner of his eye, Louis noticed Harry bit his lip at hearing those
words. Louis' alpha pride was bursting at his blushing omega.
"Let's look at the spices," Harry guided him off to a small tent to the side
where an older woman sat on a rug with various spices set in front of her.
The women stared at Harry curiously as he walked towards her. She suddenly
straightened up the moment she saw Louis behind him.
"Your highness!" The woman seemed shocked, standing to her feet. Louis could
smell the beta all over her.
"Oh, hello," Louis greeted her simply, giving her a smile as Harry began
looking and smelling of the various spices.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," the woman was incredibly flustered. She
attempted to bow but almost lost her balance, nearly tripping over her own
spices.
"As to you," Louis glanced over to watch Harry's soft face light up in utter
delight at the smells of the spices.
The woman looked almost star struck at Louis. "Is this-,” she pointed at Harry,
not able to complete her sentence, as it was clear she didn't know his name.
"This is Harry," Louis filled in. "My prince, actually."
"My prince," the women bowed again, causing Harry to look up in slight
confusion of the situation. The woman stood up straight and looked at Harry
with a fond look at vaguely made Louis think of a mother's gentle stare.
"You're expecting?" She blurted out, eying his obvious bump. "When are you due,
your highness?"
"Um," Harry set a hand on top of his stomach, giving it a small rub before
standing up with the help of a bench next to him. "Soon, actually."
A smirk curved on Louis' lips. He couldn't help but feel a flutter of pride
knowing Harry was showing off their baby to the world. Everyone knew that Harry
was Louis' baby.
"That's so- may I?" Her hands instantly lurched out, as if desperate to touch
his baby bump. Harry let out a soft giggle and nodded. Louis could only eye her
closely.
The women immediately set her frail hands onto the sides of Harry's stomach,
feeling around as if she herself was trying to play a doctor. She seemed
utterly fascinated with Harry's bump in a sense that she had never seen one
before.
"Do you have any children?" Harry asked politely, staring down as the woman
continued to touch his stomach. Louis couldn't help but glare at her.
"Yes, a son," she smiled at Harry darkly. "He's a lovely, lovely boy."
Louis furrowed his brows at her tone. The way she hadn't let go of Harry's
stomach was odd in itself and the way she looked at him like he was a piece of
meat made Louis nauseous. He could only hope that Harry could sense how
uncomfortable he was.
"How old is your son?" Harry asked as the woman finally pulled her hands back.
She ungracefully moved away from Harry with a stumble in her step. She looked
incredibly nervous.
"Oh," she paused. "He's round your age, I'd say."
Louis had had enough. "We must be going," he stepped over to Harry's side and
placed a hand on his lower back possessively. "We appreciate your time."
"No, no, wait!" The women nearly stumbled back over. Her eyes were wild and she
looked completely frantic. Louis automatically tugged Harry closer to him, his
protective instincts coming into play.
"Can you-" the woman's eyes were large with what looked to be fear. Louis could
feel his heartbeat begin to pick up as he watched the woman's every move.
"We really need to leave-" Harry spoke up for the first time. He smiled kindly
at the woman. "We appreciate your time, thank you."
Louis didn't give the woman a chance to reply before quickly guiding Harry out
of the tent and back onto the main road. He kept a hand on the small of Harry's
back protectively as he led his mate into a thickness of a crowd, hoping that
they could get out of view from the woman.
After popping out of the crowd, Louis kept Harry in tow but slowed down their
speed walking into a casual stroll. He moved his hand from Harry's waist down
to tangle their fingers together.
"That was rather odd," Harry commented idly as they walked down the road. "I'm
not sure what to make of that."
Louis nearly growled. "She shouldn't have been touching you like that. She's an
old-"
Harry squeezed his hand very gently. "Don't, Lou," his voice was always so
calming next to Louis'. Maybe it was the omega in him, but even just Harry's
presence sent an overwhelming peace inside of Louis.
"I'm sorry," Louis sighed. "I just don't-"
"Oh!" Harry pointed up ahead with his free hand, his finger going in the
direction of another tent filled with presumably more spices. "I want to look
over there!"
Louis chuckled as they went through another small crowd. Suddenly, space got
pushed between them in the mix of people and their hands lost their hold. Louis
tried to keep his pace up with Harry but suddenly he lost him in the crowd.
Louis jogged ahead out of the crowd and whipped around wildly. Harry was
completely gone. He had disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Louis felt panic arise and he felt his heart race to a whole new level of
speed. He whipped around wildly; his eyes darting from the various tents at any
sort of sign as to where Harry had disappeared.
"Harry?" Louis cried out, his voice was filled with utter panic. Harry hadn't
gotten lost though, there was no way. Harry had been taken.
Louis rushed forward towards the tent Harry had been eagerly pointing to, only
to see that Harry was nowhere to be seen. Every second that passed felt like a
continuous stab in the gut for Louis.
"Harry!" He all but screamed his boy's name now. Louis had never felt such a
panic before. He was sick at the thought of his mate going missing and it was
all Louis' fault.
"Louis!" An ear shattering, heartbreaking, high-pitched scream suddenly sounded
from the other side of the road. The scream was loud and filled with terror
that every person on the road was looking in the direction of the sound.
Louis shoved his way past the crowd in a desperate need to reach his mate. He
couldn't breath as he ran towards the tent at full speed. He was more than
determined to reach Harry. "Harry!" Louis cried when he suddenly saw Harry for
the first time since he disappeared. Harry had his back pressed up against the
old woman's back and a knife was on the verge of slitting his throat.
"Harry! No!" Louis was suddenly he was shoved to the ground when he was just a
few yards from reaching his mate. The whole village was surely watching the
scene by now. Maybe they were screaming or yelling but Louis was so locked in a
space of Harry, the world was a complete blur except for his omega.
He fell hard on his shoulder in the middle of the rocky road. He could hear his
ears ringing and heart pounding. Somewhere in the distance, Louis could hear
Harry scream for him. He pushed himself up, ignoring the pain searing in his
shoulder.
He had barely taken two steps when there was another scream from Harry. His
boy's eyes were wide with fear and filled with a deep terror. Louis whipped
around when suddenly a glimmer of silver flashed in the corner of Louis' eyes
and a sharp pain was sent right into his shoulder blade.
Louis let out a scream, watching through the eyes of Nick Grimshaw as a knife
was slowly pushed into his shoulder blade and being yanked out, dripping with
his own blood.
Louis couldn't form words all of a sudden. His mind was tangled up and he
couldn't catch up to speed when suddenly everything was in slow motion and Nick
smiled before saying,
"Revenge hurts, doesn't it?"
His fist collided with Louis' face and as he was falling backwards under the
sound of Harry's screams, everything went black.
Chapter End Notes
     i guess i sorta ended it on a cliffhanger? oops.
     comments please? kudos? i appreciate them all(: xx
     my twitter - @littlelacehaz
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm so, so sorry for not updating. I lost all of my fics over the
     summer and got busy and discouraged with this one. I apologize.
     Anyway, enjoy. I didn't have anyone beta this chapter so any mistakes
     are mine.
     Please note: I went though and edited this whole fic because I was
     really unsatisfied with it. I changed some things so please please
     feel free to start from the beginning. :)
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A warm heat flickering off his face was the first thing Louis noticed when he
regained consciousness. The sound of a crackling fire could be heard, mixing
with the low throbbing of the blood rushing through his head. Louis let out an
involuntary groan as the throbbing only increased the more he felt himself wake
up.
He was aware of the silence in the room and his curled up position on a padded
bench. He was tempted to slip back into sleep when a sudden realization hit
him, bringing on a churn in his stomach and his mind to be on full alert-
Harry.
Louis sat straight up in an utter panic, nearly falling off the bench. He felt
his face flush and a bead of sweat trickled down his face at the realization.
He looked around the small study room that he had been placed in, trying to
back track of everything that had happened. The memories flooded back and
suddenly he remembered everything, he let out an involuntary gasp-
"Louis," a smooth, calm voice sounded from the doorway in Louis' moment of
panic. He looked up with wide, nervous eyes to see Zayn standing in the
doorway, a candle light shining into the dark study room.
"Harry," the only words Louis could form with his raspy voice. He remembered
the frantic, desperate look on Harry's face and the pain within his screams. A
sting in his shoulder caused him to cringe back in pain. He remembered what
Nick had done to him.
"Harry-" Louis helplessly gasped again, staring at Zayn, who was now walking
into the room with pity written on his face. Louis tried to sit up but let out
a low cry of pain, a sore ache stilling over his body immediately. He wanted to
run to Harry, wherever he was. An ache was buried inside of him and he knew,
from these alpha senses alone, that his mate was in pain.
"He's okay," Zayn answered the unasked question as he sat on the bench across
from Louis. His face dawned a dark expression as only partial candlelight
flickered upon his face from the hallway. He blinked slowly at Louis, as if
trying his best to remain neutral until Louis pressed him further.
Louis struggled to sit upright on the bed, low grunts of pain escaping his lips
as he tried to move comfortably, despite his sore muscles. He vaguely noticed
the wrap twisted around his right shoulder, dipping under his arm as a tight
bandage. He glanced down for a brief second before directing his eyes back to
Zayn.
"Where is he?" Louis licked his lips anxiously, the strong sense of his mate
hurting was too overwhelming. He couldn't breathe properly until Zayn gave him
every detail of what had happened since he had blacked out.
"The west wing," Zayn answered, eyeing Louis up and down in an assessment.
"He's in labor."
Louis let out a whimper at Zayn's reply, realizing it would fall into place
with the pain he was undergoing. It only made sense for him to feel like this,
knowing Harry was currently giving birth to his child and he wasn't with him.
"Tell me what happened," Louis requested, breaking their short moment of
silence at the realization that Zayn wouldn't be speaking unless Louis asked a
question.
"You were stabbed on your right shoulder," Louis nearly rolled his eyes because
that was part was the only thing clear in his mind, but he forced himself to be
patient. "Harry was nearly kidnapped had the guards not got him."
Louis blinked. "Guards?" He asked. "What guards? I didn't-"
"I did," Zayn interjected, leaning forward slightly. "Perrie and I happened to
be in the village at the time, with guards," he added emphasis on his last two
words. "Harry's screaming alerted us that something had happened. You were on
the ground when I reached you."
"And Nick?" Louis clenched and I clenched his fist. "Where is he? And the
woman?"
"Nick was taken by a guard and thrown in the dungeon. The woman dropped Harry
and got away," he paused. "Harry tried to reach you, but I believe the entirety
of the situation triggered his labor. Perrie and our second guard took him to
the castle while I took you."
Louis licked his lips, tasting a small amount of sweat. He nodded his head, as
though accepting the story that Zayn had presented him. He was okay, especially
knowing that Nick had been captured, but now he needed his mate before he could
fully be satisfied. The ache for Harry was growing slowly by the minute, and
Louis feared he was reaching his breaking point.
"How long has it been, then?" Louis asked.
Zayn glanced at the floor. "About 9 hours," he said. "It's the middle of the
night."
Harry had been in labor for 9 hours then, and who knows if he had given birth
yet. Louis still sensed his pain though. His mate was in another part of the
castle, possibly dying while giving birth. Generally, male omegas had just as
good of a chance of survival while giving birth as females did. Any birth was
risky, especially since Louis was still haunted by the thought of how his
mother and sibling passed away.
"I just-" Louis squeezed his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath to somewhat
attempt to relax himself. There was no use in trying to escape the room to
reach Harry, as both Zayn and anyone helping Harry with the birth wouldn't
allow him to see Harry anyway.
"Just try your best to relax," Zayn's voice came. "Take deep breaths, try not
to worry about your mate. He's alive, at least that's something."
It took all of Louis' willpower not to snap at Zayn or knock him down long
enough to run out of the room to find out where exactly Harry was at. Louis
resisted the temptation in seconds, all because the bad outweighed the good in
that plan.
Slowly sitting up, Louis felt his shoulder ache from where the blade had
pierced him. He gently rubbed the spot with his hand, wincing at wound. He
wasn't stabbed deep, it was fairly clear to him, but the mark wouldn't be
leaving anytime soon.
"Zayn," Louis looked up at him, seeing his friend watching him. "I just-"
"Zayn!" A hurried, female voice came from the doorway. Louis looked up to see a
frantic-looking Perrie in the doorway. Her hair was tied up and she showed
obvious signs that she had been running. Her eyes fell from Zayn to Louis.
"Oh, Louis," she took a deep breath, "I'm glad you're awake."
"He just woke up," Zayn informed her. "Is everything-"
Perrie nodded frantically. "Yes," she grinned. "I'm really happy you're awake,
actually. Louis, come meet your son."
Louis' eyes widened and he bolted straight to the doorway, standing right in
front of Perrie. "Oh God," his heart was racing. "M-My son? Harry-"
"He's doing fine," Perrie assured him, still blocking the doorway from Louis
running out of the room. "Both of them are fine. Harry did so well, honestly,
Louis," she smiled at his surprised reaction.
"They're both okay?" It was hard for Louis to believe. He was only faintly
aware that the nervous feeling of his mate being in pain had faded away, and he
felt more calm than he had previously when he woke up.
"Come with me and I'll show you," Perrie gestured down the hall. Louis got up
and followed her, hearing Zayn catch up beside him.
They walked down several hallways, heading towards the west wing where Harry
supposedly was. Louis was slightly nervous, unsure of how to react to the fact
he was now officially a father.
When they reached the west wing, Louis anxiously picked up his pace, moving
past Perrie to reach the open door at the end of the hallway. He stopped right
before he reached it, taking a deep breath before entering.
There were a few candles lit in the room, setting off a warm glow and bouncing
off the moonlight that set through the windows. There were several women in the
room, but Louis' main focus was on the large bed at the far side of the room.
Harry looked up at Louis from where he was nestled on top of the covers. He was
sitting up, and his face looked tired and pale, but he still managed to give
Louis a small smile. That's when Louis' heart stopped, right at the sight of
the bundle in Harry's arms.
Louis slow-walked up to the bed until he was next to Harry. His breath hitched
at the sight of him, but Harry patted the spot next to him on the bed, inviting
Louis to climb up next to him.
Careful to jostle his mate, Louis slid in, unwilling to tear his eyes away from
the baby in Harry's arms. Louis could see the fond on Harry's face out of the
corner of his eye. Once he was right next to Harry on the bed, he immediately
wrapped his arm around mate's waist, pulling him over for a quick kiss on his
cheek.
"I love you," Louis told him the moment he pulled away. There was so much he
wanted to tell his boy, but now wasn't the time. He knew there would always be
plenty of time later.
Harry didn't respond, he only silently passed Louis the small wad of blankets.
In an instant, Louis felt his heart stop.
The baby, their baby, was so, so tiny. He was awake and staring up at Louis'
eyes were a shimmery, sky blue to match the ones that were staring down at him.
Louis felt Harry lean in to rest his head on his shoulder. "He looks like you,"
he mumbled. "He's beautiful."
"I-" Louis was choking up. He was staring down at their baby that they made
through their love for each other. Both Louis and Harry had risked their lives
to finally get to hold this child, and never once in Louis' life had he ever
had such a great reward.
"He's absolutely gorgeous, Lou," Harry nuzzled closer into the crook of Louis'
neck.
Louis was unable to respond. He only nodded his head, keeping his eyes trained
on the baby. "He has my nose," he laughed breathily. "He looks so much like us,
Haz."
Harry chuckled. "His eyes are just like yours, though."
"Y-Yeah," Louis grinned down at their child. "They are, aren't they?"
Harry nipped at his shoulder. "Both are so beautiful," he murmured. "I'm so
lucky."
"No-" Louis shifted to look at Harry. "Baby, no, I'm really the lucky one. I
ended up with a beautiful mate and child."
Harry smiled and blushed. Louis swore he would never stop appreciating how
lucky he was to have someone like Harry.
Louis looked down at the baby in his arms then back to kiss the top of Harry's
head. "I promise I'll always love and protect you and Alexander, just the way
that an alpha should. I'll never do what your father did."
Harry nuzzled into Louis again. His scent was calm and Louis could feel him
relaxing, bringing him to a settled peace. Harry trusted Louis, and Louis would
do everything in his power to never break that.
A soft smile appeared on Harry's face. "Promise me?" he asked. "Always?"
"Always," Louis confirmed.
-
Time went on and Harry recovered fairly quickly from the birth. Louis went back
to his kingly duties, always making time to visit his mate until he was all
right to leave the west wing. They were soon both busy with their daily lives
in the castle, often not seeing each other until late in the evenings.
Nothing pleased Louis more than going to his chambers after a long day and
seeing Harry already awaiting him with Alexander in his arms. Every night,
Louis held them both and promised to never let go.
Some days were harder than others. Harry was busy during the day with his
regular duties, often resorting to having Alexander stay with Perrie and
Sophia. The girls adored him, always fonding over how much he sleeps, and, much
to their surprise, how little he cries. Harry was reluctant to give up his
child to do work, but adjusted quickly after he was reassured that his child
was in safe care.
Louis and Gemma made a fair settlement, ending the long term feud that had been
going on between their kingdoms for far too long. Louis was happy with how
things worked out with her, especially since he knew that it pleased Harry.
Neither of the siblings were in any danger and things finally started to look
up.
Only three months after having the baby, Harry went into heat again. Perrie had
been the one to find him whimpering and whining into the sheets one morning,
begging for Louis. It took every bit of strength not for Louis not to be there
with him but he couldn't risk Harry getting pregnant again. He felt a terribly
strong pain when he forced himself to sleep in a room on another side of the
castle and away from his mate. It was 4 days of torture, but they pulled
through.
Things went by fairly smoothly all in all. Alexander was growing very fast, too
fast for Louis' liking, and looked like an exact mix of both him and Harry.
Before Louis could even turn around, his son would be a year old and Louis
certainly wasn't ready for that.
Some nights were still harder than others, however. Harry still had occasional
nightmares over his father's abuse, ending in Louis always holding him right
and kissing him softly with soft reassurances that everything was okay. Other
nights, it was Louis who woke up in tears and with Harry snuggled into his
chest. They swore they would always be there for each other, and they would
always hold onto that.
Louis was often busy around the kingdom, but he never failed to set aside time
for Harry. He always wanted to make time for his mate. Always.
All those nights of tears and the longing to be in each other's embrace was
finally worth it.
They found home in each other's arms.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry. I don't think the chapter is that great considering it's
     been 7 months since I last updated so it should be amazing. It isn't.
     Sorry.
     The final chapter will be the epilogue and it will be posted soon.
     Please leave comments because I always appreciate feedback :)
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     well it's been over a year now since I started this fic. wow.
     I should have finished this fic a really long time ago so I apologize
     but I've gotten super busy so :(
     my mistakes in this chapter are my own.
     enjoy the last chapter!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The grass was scratchy against the palms of Louis' hands. He was stretched out
past where the blanket reached, bathing in the warm sunshine that danced across
the field. It was a pretty, fall afternoon that Louis was set not to waste.
The twins were just to Louis' right, playing with some dandelions that they had
found. Up ahead, Harry was on a causal walk with Alexander. Harry was smiling
and pointing in the direction just south of where they were located. Louis
smiled, knowing that Harry was pointing to the spot where they used to secretly
meet for months. The place where they confided their secrets, shared their
first kiss, and Louis realized he was hopelessly in love with the beautiful
prince.
Him and Harry were young then, but so in love. Through all the trials that the
last several years had brought them, Louis always ensured that he would hold
onto that same feeling of love that he had every time he looked at Harry when
he was simply a child. Here they were now: Louis was 26 to Harry's 24, and they
were still just as in love as they were when they were 18 and 16.
Alexander is 7 now, and he still looked like a perfect mix of Louis and Harry
both. He had Louis' blue eyes, but had Harry's dark, curly hair. One of his
most noticeable traits that he got from Louis, however, was his mischief.
Around the castle, guards and servants often dealt with the child's pranks. He
was quite good at his jokes, which Harry always told Louis that it wasn't
necessarily a good thing.
When Alexander was 3, Harry convinced Louis that they were ready for another
child. For a couple months, they debated about whether Harry was actually ready
to be pregnant again. But when Harry went into heat, Louis locked them both in
their chambers for nearly four days until it ended. Harry conceived the twins
sometime in those days.
Louis had been terrified when he and Harry realized that they were expecting
twins. It was very risky, and it all got worse when Louis was due to go to a
meeting out of the country when Harry was 7 months pregnant. However, like
everything else, they barely got through, and it turned out okay.
The twins, Peter and Rose, are now 4, and both have blond hair and brown eyes.
When they were little, Louis tried to joke with Harry by asking if Peter and
Rose really were Louis' children because, physically, they looked the least
like Louis. The joke reduced Harry to tears with sobbing promises that he would
never cheat on Louis. Naturally, Louis felt terrible for hurting his mate and
gave him a blowjob to make up for it. The incident has never been mentioned
since.
In the present time, Harry is estimated to be 5 months along, presuming Louis
got him pregnant during his last heat. His hand is placed on his stomach as he
began to walk back towards Louis with a fond look on his face. Alexander ran up
ahead and fell into Louis' arms in a crushing hug.
Louis laughed, barely keeping himself from falling backwards as he caught his
son. They hugged for a moment before the boy broke the hug and stared at Louis.
"Papa was showing me where you met sometimes," Alexander informed him with a
playful smile. "He said you used to tell stories and tell papa he was pretty."
Louis felt a slight blush rise to his cheeks at his son's words. It was all
very true, however.
"Did he now?" Louis leaned forward and crossed his legs, seeing Alexander
mirror his position. He put his hand on his chin, pretending to be very
suspicious for his son's amusement. "And what else did he say?"
"Can't tell you!" Alexander giggled. "I said I wouldn't. Papa said you would
make fun of him."
Louis hummed and leaned back, seeing Harry walking towards them with the twins
holding his hands. "Well, between us, I still think your papa is very pretty.
Don't tell him I said that."
Alexander giggled again. "Daddy-"
"Are you two causing trouble again?" Harry let the twins run towards Louis
ahead of him. Peter immediately attached himself to Louis' left arm, letting
Rose sit in between her brothers in a fit of giggles.
"Come here, darling," Louis held out his hand for Harry to take to sit down. He
accepted it, plopping down next to Louis and immediately resting his head on
Louis' shoulder.
"You smell good," Harry rested one of his hands on his baby bump and the other
on Louis' back.
Louis turned to Peter and Rose as they began bickering over who got to blow the
last dandelion. Ever since Harry had told them that their wishes would come
true if they blew on a dandelion, the twins had been obsessed. Louis definitely
blamed Harry for their current infatuation with the flower.
"When do you leave for your meeting?" Harry's raspy voice interrupted Louis'
wandering thoughts as he stared at the twins, who were then talking to their
older brother.
"Early tomorrow morning," Louis answered as Harry lifted his head from Louis'
shoulder. "It isn't that far, though. I should be back later in the afternoon."
Louis watched as Harry nodded, not missing the small sigh that escaped from his
omega's lips. He knew how much Harry hated when he left, and it felt like a
guilty burden every time he told Harry he was leaving.
Ever since Harry's father had killed Louis' father in front of their eyes,
Harry had lived in a state of fear that someone might try to harm Louis when he
visited another kingdom. Louis continually reassured his mate and promised that
he had no known enemies the way that their father's did with each other. Louis
was careful and always brought guards with him.
Harry might not be fully aware of it, but Louis still lives in a nervous fear
over Harry. He is in the middle of another pregnancy, and there was still many
dangers to him carrying and giving birth. Louis always tries to be there for
him, much to Harry's appreciation.
Harry is in the middle of his fourth pregnancy. After the twins had been born,
Harry conceived rather quickly and suffered a miscarriage soon after. He fell
into a depression, constantly keeping himself closed in their chambers and
refusing to see anyone, often times, including Louis.
It was one of their hardest times. Louis had plenty of maids and servants that
helped with Alexander and the twins while he took care of Harry. It took months
for Harry to fully recover.
Louis knows how often Harry has nightmares over his past, and he always holds
him close until Harry stops crying in his sleep and snuggles into Louis.
They're a team together, and Louis will never give up on his mate.
Their marriage hasn't been easy, but they hold on with a mutual love and
support for each other. Harry trusts Louis like he's never trusted anyone else,
and Louis promised himself many years ago that he would never take advantage of
that.
"Hey," Harry's lips were on his cheek before pulling up to whisper in his ear.
"You all right?"
Louis hummed. "Just thinking about things," he answered.
"Good things, I hope," Harry let out a low giggle and rubbed at Louis' back.
"'Course, darling," Louis slid his hand to grip Harry's thigh. "Just thinking
about how much I love you."
"Such a sap," he replied. Louis didn't miss the blush that kissed his mate's
cheeks.
"Papa!" Alexander looked right at Harry, seeming almost distressed. His
siblings were sitting on either side of him, their eyes wide.
"Yes?" Harry's face softened as he looked at their children.
"Rose thinks I'll become an omega like you, but I don't think I am!" Alexander
visibly pouted, causing young little Rose to burst out into giggles and to
quickly cover her mouth with her hand.
Louis knew immediately that if he were in Harry's position, as an omega, that
he would play like he was offended at his remark. Harry just let out a gentle
smile. He was always so gentle with their children.
"We won't know until you're a little older and your scent changes," Harry
explained to them. "We can only guess right now. Be patient, lovely."
Louis' grip tightened on his mate. He remembered just how it felt the first
time he truly realized he was an alpha. He had suspected it for a few years
prior, and his father had often told him that he would be. But to be a
confirmed>/em> alpha meant all the difference to Louis. Figuring out your
status was a very important ordeal.
His son might be young, but Louis had suspected that he was an alpha already.
He liked to take care of his siblings, and even tried to watch out for Harry in
his current pregnancy. Alexander was already showing the same signs that Louis
had when he was that age.
"-we'll love you no matter what," Harry finished, bringing Louis out of a daze.
"If you're not an alpha we'll disown you," Louis fake scowled, making Peter and
Rose both burst into a fit of giggles. Harry slapped at Louis' back and
Alexander scowled.
"But papa isn't an alpha! You still snuck off with him when you were too
young!" Alexander tried to fight back. Louis rolled his eyes because his son
definitely/inherited Harry's gift of not being able to bring on a good come
back.
"Be nice, Alex, if we didn't secretly meet each other then you wouldn't even be
here," Louis chuckled. Alexander huffed.
"Daddy?" Peter chirped up for the first time. He was definitely their quietest
child, no doubt. "Rose wanted-"
"Why is Papa's tummy so big?" Rose cut off her brother.
Harry bit his lip. "Um, well, your little brother or sister is growing inside
of me for a little while. It won't be long before you get to see them."
Rose turned her head to the side in confusion. "I want to see her now," she
protested.
Harry let out a soft laugh. "I do too, darling," he moved the hand that was
behind Louis' back to rest on his stomach. "But they aren't ready to come out
and see us yet."
"How did she get there?" Peter piped up. Ross nodded at her brother's question.
Louis immediately choked.
"-Your daddy and I love each other," Harry continued to remain calm to their
children's many questions. "Because we love each other, we can give you
siblings."
"Why can't we have them now?" Peter looked mad now. Louis couldn't help but
note at how his angry expression resembled how Harry looked when he was mad.
"Because, they're just a small seed right now, and they have to bloom like a
pretty flower before they can come out," Harry rubbed his stomach. "They'll be
here before you know it."
Rose huffed. "Not fair," she stayed. "I want to see her now!"
"Sweetheart, it could be a boy or a girl," Louis reminded her. "We don't know
yet if you'll have a sister."
"I want a sister," Rose said, her brown eyes glaring at Louis. "Papa, daddy
won't let me have a sister."
Harry giggled. "Daddy doesn't get to make that decision," he explained.
Louis rubbed Harry's thigh. "Hey, baby, maybe we should head back," Louis
looked ahead at the setting sun. "We wouldn't want to be out here past dark."
"Ew!" Alexander scrunched up his face. Louis knew it was over the pet name, and
he rolled his eyes in response.
"Yeah- just, help me-" he asked a bit helplessly. Louis immediately stood up
and carefully helped Harry stand to his feet.
"We need to head back, loves," Harry laced his hand in Louis'.
Alexander stood up first and took off in a jog across the field. Rose took
ahold of Harry's free hand, with Peter on her other side.
They walked in silence back to the castle. Alexander was just ahead in the
distance, still trying to keep ahead of the group but rapidly running out of
breath.
"Hey," Harry murmured a few minutes later as they approached the castle. "I
love you."
Louis squeezed his hand. "I love you always," he said back. With his mate and
family by his side, Louis was happy and everything was at peace.
Chapter End Notes
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