Harry was having breakfast in the dining hall, with Eloise sitting across from him. Niall had snuck out shortly after Louis did. Even though Harry's mother knew of their little arrangement, his father still didn't. Which means they can't exactly flaunt their relationship in front of everyone.
"So," Eloise was the first to speak up. "Louis spent the night." She smirked at him.
Harry opened his mouth to speak in protest, "I-"
Eloise interrupted him. "And before you try to convince me nothing happened…I saw him leaving your room in a blissed-out state. Looking like he had a fun night. Like he really enjoyed it." Harry was blushing at this point, feeling slightly embarrassed, yet proud of himself. "I helped him get out, going unnoticed of anyone else in the castle. You're welcome." She smiled.
"I-Uh-T-Thanks, I guess."
Eloise shrugged, "That just means that you owe me one."
Harry just chuckled and nodded, stabbing the eggs on his plate with his fork.
"So…Does that mean Louis is coming to your coronation today?"
Harry was about to answer but just then Mary entered, interrupting the two of them. "That is exactly what he wants."
They both turned to her, confused. "What? Me?" Harry asked, feeling slightly panicked and hoping she didn't know about the two of them.
Mary shook her head. "No. King Louis. That is what he wants. It's one step closer to the finish line and to getting everything he wants."
Okay, now Harry was fucking confused. "What do you mean, Mary? One step closer to getting what exactly?"
"Well-" She sighed. "I don't know if I should be telling you this. Your parents made me promise not to. But I think considering you're being crowned king today, it's time you found out." Okay, now Harry was intrigued. He nodded for her to go on. So, she did. "Long ago when the kingdoms were being established, the Tomlinsons and the Styles—your ancestors—had agreed to have two neighbouring kingdoms in Lincolnshire, one in the northern hemisphere and one in the southern hemisphere. They both agreed to split it equally. However, the Tomlinsons screwed over your ancestors and managed to take way more than half of Lincolnshire, in the Northern hemisphere. From that point on, your family resented the Tomlinson's for this. As the generations went on, the Tomlinson's didn't know why they were mad, nor did the Styles' but they were taught by their fathers and mothers before them to disapprove and resent the other family, so the feud continued for the generations to come. Until now." Neither Harry nor Eloise said anything, so Mary took it as a sign to continue. "The late King Jack had always wanted the land in full, no 'halfsies'. He spent his whole life making your parents' lives miserable, trying different ways to take their land, but was unsuccessful. Ever since Louis was a little lad, his father drilled the hatred he had for your family into his head. So, when Jack died, Louis was nothing but furious, he wanted to finish what his father had started. The best way to do that, was to get to you, Harry."
Harry gulped, "get to me how?"
"Gain your trust, your friendship even. Whatever could get him into this castle and-" Mary suddenly stopped. She shouldn't be telling him this. Harry looked like he was going to be sick. This was too much.
Eloise looked at Harry and then back at Mary. "And what?"
"I-I can't say. It's not my place. I shouldn't have told you any of this. I'm sorry." Mary looked to Harry, "I am so sorry you had to find out like this, Harry."
"So, he knew about the feud—about what caused it?" Eloise asked.
Mary nodded.
"You're wrong. Lou would never do something like that. He would never use me—he's not using me. He's not that kind of person." Harry just kept staring down at the floor.
Eloise spoke up. "I know you might not want to believe it, Harry. I know you always see the best in people—especially in Louis—but you've only known him for a little over a week, whereas you've known Mary your entire life. Who should you trust?" Harry didn't answer. "If I were you, I would trust Mary. Not someone I just met. You barely know him-"
"I know Louis! Don't try to tell me who Louis is or isn't! I trust him and he trusts me!" Harry yelled.
"I think you need to talk to him yourself, Harry." Mary said, trying to calm him down.
Harry finally took his eyes off the floor and looked up at Eloise and Mary. "Yeah, me too."
"You have it all wrong, Hazza. I never wanted to take anything away from you," Louis sighed. "Yes, I knew, but I had only just found out a few weeks before the gala—before I met you."
Harry's eyes were starting to well up with tears. "I don't believe you."
Louis swallowed hard. He couldn't lose Harry when he only just got him. It was time to come clean. "The reason I inserted myself into your life was to give up my part of the land to your family. It was a way to make amends for my family's crappy history." Harry's eyes went wide, not expecting this response. "I never expected this to happen, but I'm glad it did, now I know more than ever that I need to give up my land to you—for you."
Tears started streaming down Harry's face, as he looked into Louis' eyes. He could tell Louis was telling the truth. "Okay. I believe you. But you don't need to do that just for me."
Louis reaches a hand out to wipe the tears off Harry's cheeks. "I do, Haz. My family was never fit to rule. They were terrible people and even worse monarchs who only ever cared about themselves and never did what was best for their people, but only what would make them richer and more powerful. I now know—more than ever, after spending all this time with you and after meeting your family—that your family is meant to rule. They are what Lincolnshire needs—you are what Lincolnshire needs. Not the Tomlinson's. The people need you—not just over on your side of the bay, but all of Lincolnshire. They don't need me. They need you. I need you." They were both crying at this point. Full of emotion.
Harry pulled Louis in for a hug, after his speech, and just held him. They stayed like that, holding each other in their arms, until they both calmed down. Harry was the first to pull away, only to give Louis a kiss. It was short but a lot of emotion was put into it. When they pulled away, Harry nodded and said, "okay. But I need you. I can't do this alone."
Louis gave him a smile and bit his lip. "Okay." They held eye contact for a while, just appreciating each other in silence. "I told you…my intention was never to take anything away from you. I want to give you the world, Hazza. I know it's not possible, but whatever is closest. I will move mountains for you. Hell, I'd cut off one of my hands if that's what it takes—preferably my left, because I know how much you like my right." Louis winked and flashed Harry a devilish smirk.
Harry blushed.
"Fuck, you're so hot when you blush like that, Haz," Louis moans. "I could just take you right here," he says, seductively whispering into Harry's ear, grazing his teeth over his earlobe.
Harry's heart started to speed up. He shook his head, "I am to be crowned king in half an hour!" He laughed at Louis eagerness.
"I'll be quick. Please, Hazza. I need you like right the fuck now." Louis moved to Harry's neck, careful not to leave any love bites. That would be a hard one to explain to everyone during the coronation.
Harry moaned, "shit, Lou. Okay, but no more than fifteen minutes, because I still need to get ready."
Louis smirked into Harry's skin. He loves the effect he has on Harry.
"Make it ten." Louis said as he grabbed Harry's hand leading him back around the corner. They had met at the beach where they had their first date and confessed their initial attraction towards each other. To say it was their special spot, was an understatement. Around the bend was a beautiful waterfall, and just behind it where the water pooled, surrounded by rocks, was the perfect place. It was nice and secluded.
Louis dragged Harry under the waterfall and pushed him up against a rock wall. Pinning him in place. He kissed him hard. They kissed for a while, sucking on each other's lips, tongues dancing in each other's mouths. It was hot and heavy. But they were on a time crunch.
It didn't take them long to discard their bottom halves, putting them up on a higher rock to keep them dry. They both kept their shirts on, to save time.
Louis raised his right-hand fingers to Harry's mouth and said, "suck. We don't have the oil here." So, Harry took Louis' fingers into his mouth and sucked, getting them nice and wet. Louis took his fingers out of Harry's mouth and reached his hand down to Harry's hole. He smirked, "you're still open from last night."
"Makes it easier for us now, hmm?" Harry smiled back at him, pushing his ass down on Louis' fingers, trying to speed up the process.
Louis got the hint, and pushed two fingers in. Even though he was still slightly open from last night, doesn't mean he can skip prepping him. He never wanted to hurt Harry.
After about a minute, Harry was ready. So, Louis pulled his fingers out and splashed some water on his dick. He tapped Harry's bum, "wrap your legs around me baby. It'll give me better access to your pretty little hole."
Harry did exactly that. He clung to Louis like a koala.
He lined himself up with Harry and pushed in with a groan.
Harry moaned at the intrusion, "fuck, Lou. Feels so good. I don't think I could ever get used to the size of your cock."
Louis was shocked with Harry's choice of words. Harry was a different person when Louis fucked him. He liked it. "Fuck, Haz. You're so tight, I don't think I could get used to you."
Louis started to thrust into Harry at a fast pace. They couldn't afford to take their time right now.
"H-Harder, Lou!" Harry moaned, head falling back against the rock he was currently being fucked against.
Louis obeyed his boy and fucked into him harder, with a tight grip on Harry's hips.
Harry's arms were wrapped around Louis' neck, head falling forward on Louis, shoulder. "Yes! Right-Ri-Right t-there! Ughhhnnn! Louiiissss!" Harry practically screamed. Good thing they were somewhere where no one would come looking or hear them.
"Shit, Haz. Touch yourself for me, yeah?" Louis moaned. He would finish Harry off himself, but he was the only thing between Harry and gravity right now.
Harry reached in between the two of them and started to jerk himself off. "I'm-I'm cl-close." He moaned into Louis' shoulder.
"C'mon, Haz. Do I make you feel good?" Harry nodded into his shoulder. "Show me how good I make you feel. Come for me baby."
And he did. He spurted all over his fist, careful not to get any on their chests and soiling their shirts that they were still wearing, sinking his teeth into Louis' neck as he came.
Louis came at that. Filling Harry with his seed.
Louis reached up, grabbing his pocket watch from his trousers on the rock by Harry's head. "Eight minutes! See told you!" He said, pointing to his watch.
Harry laughed and smacked Louis chest. "Well, as much as I like you being inside me, we have a coronation to get to."
Louis laughed and pulled out of Harry. "Yes, we do. Wait-We? Does that mean I can come?" Harry nodded, smiling. Louis lunged forward and caught his lips in a kiss. Harry just kissed back and hummed into the kiss. He would never get tired of this.
"How could I not have my…you there to witness one of the most important days of my life?" Harry didn't know what to call Louis exactly. Yes, they established they were courting each other, but does he call him his lover? That was a conversation they needed to have, but currently do not have the time for.
Louis smiled, "Well, I would be honoured to attend such a memorable moment." He captured Harry's lips in another kiss, both of them getting lost in the feel and taste of each other.
"Oh shit! Ahh! I'm sorry! Ahem-I uhh-" Niall's voice suddenly flooded through their ears, interrupting their moment. "I was told to fetch the future king." Niall was desperately trying to cover his eyes, since Harry and Louis' lower halves were still bare and pressed up against one another.
Louis and Harry turned to Niall. Embarrassment flooding through them for a split second, before it turned into humour, leaving them laughing hysterically at Niall's embarrassment from seeing something he never wanted to see. Him and Harry were close—but not that close.
"Okay, we're coming!" Harry yelled.
"Oh, but we did that already, Haz," Louis whispered cheekily to Harry, saving Niall from further embarrassment.
Harry just chuckled at his comment. "Just turn around, yeah? So we can get dressed," he told Niall.
Niall turned around and the two boys got dressed. They ran up to Niall and the three of them started walking towards the church on Harry's side of the bay, where the coronation was taking place.
"'M sorry for what happened back there, Ni. You weren't supposed to see that—no one was." Harry leaned towards Niall to apologize for what he had just witnessed. If the roles were reversed, Harry wouldn't want to walk in on him and Ellie. Yes, him and Louis were at least finished before he saw them, but they were still indecent. Harry was pretty sure this was going to haunt Niall's dreams for a while. Oops.
"S'fine, H. I get it. You have to get it when you can. It was my fault. I barged in on you guys. Just let me know next time when you guys are going to sneak off to…have fun—so I don't go looking for you and find you." Niall replied, still not able to look Harry nor Louis in the eyes.
Harry smiled, "deal."
Zayn's eyes went wide. "We need to tell Louis! Right the fuck now!"
"I agree- but isn't he at Harry's coronation right now?" Liam replied.
"Yes, but maybe we can catch him just before it starts. This is way too important to waste any more time. He needs to know!" Zayn defended.
Liam just nodded in response, agreeing with Zayn. "Okay. You're right. If I were him, I would want someone to tell me the moment they found out."
Liam agreeing with Zayn made him smile.
"Lead the way." Liam said, gesturing his hand towards the door of Zayn's bedroom.
Queen Alexandria, and King Thomas were standing at the altar, happily awaiting Harry's presence. When Zayn and Liam rushed to find Louis seated with Niall and Eloise sitting in the front row.
"Louis!" Zayn whisper-yelled.
Louis turned to face him. "What?! Come sit! The coronation's about to begin." He whisper-yelled back at him.
The two rush to join Louis, Niall and Eloise. "We have something we need to tell you!" Zayn whispered.
"We who?" Louis asked, getting slightly annoyed now. His boy was about to become king, and here Zayn is taking his attention away from such a special moment. You only become king once, you know.
"Oh. This is Liam. Liam, this is Louis." Zayn introduced the two, finally.
Louis' eyes went wide, his eyebrows raised. "Liam! Like Liam Liam?"
Zayn rolled his eyes, getting impatient. Didn't Louis know how important this information was that he needed to tell him? "Yes! Now-"
Suddenly the main doors burst open. Everyone turned to face the doors, expecting Harry.
"Your queen has returned!" A woman announced as she made her way down the aisle. Where was Harry? "Did you think you could have a celebration and not invite me?" She said with a smile on her face. Everyone looked around at each other, murmurs of confusion flooded the room.
"Who the hell is that?!" Louis mumbled. "Where's Haz?"
Zayn and Liam give each other a look and Liam leans in to whisper to Zayn. "Holy shit, I think that's her."
"Are you quite sure?" Zayn asks. If they're wrong, things could go sideways fairly quickly.
Liam nodded, "she's a spitting image of him, don't you think?"
Zayn nods and turns to answer Louis' initial question. "That's what we've been trying to tell you."
Louis looks at them, confused. "Tell me what?"
The woman suddenly starts speaking again. "Where is my boy? Where is my son? I know he's here. You can't hide him from me any longer."
Zayn sighs before he says, "Your mother's alive, Louis. And we think that's her."