Prince Demanding (Larry)

A Week From Pride

~Harry~

I press a hand against Louis' lower hip and smirk at him.

"Maybe, try being respectful." I speak sharply

I remove my hand and turn on my heels, leaving the small boy against the wall. For a quick second guilt fills my stomach, but I quickly shake it away.

I will give him what he wants some day. I will take him to bed, show him a good time, I will let him feel me, I will let him breath me in, let him soak in the moment. I will kiss every single place on that small body of his. I will run my hands down his curves and kiss him like I have never had my lips pressed to someone else's before. I will kiss away what's left of his insecurities. I will watch him melt.

The next day goes by slow. Planning for coronation has me pulling my hair from my scalp. It is less than a week and my parents stress over it so often that I have become numb to their disappointed gazes. The fact that they are away in other kingdom since last month satisfies me. I like being independent, they will not be returning. This is my castle now, not even my brother can steal it from me.

Louis took off of work today. I am not sure why exactly, but it is not my place to worry about him. He is not my responsibility. Although, it would have been nice to see him. He always seems to be in a good mood, he is a very lively person. I wish I could have a personality like that, but I feel as though I come off more sinister and mischievous than I would like.

Maybe, he could help me plan coronation. I shall ask him when I see him. He might be good at this kind of thing. I have always hated celebrations like this, balls are more fun, but I must have a coronation instead. How foolish is that? It seems like a waste of time. I should just be crowned and that would be the end of it.

I am a week from being ruler, a week from coming out on top of my brother, a week from being King, a week from pride.