Louis' Point of View:
Whwn Harry told me he loves me, I came so close to jumping in his arms and telling him that I loved him back. Because I did. I loved Harry more than the world itself. I loved Harry more than anybody could love someone. I would give away my place in line for the throne to be able to be with Harry.
To hold him.
To kiss him.
To make him smile his smile I've come to adore.
To make throw his head back when he laughs.
And lastly, to love him.

But, I can't. I must learn to love a womam the way I love Harry. No, I can't do that... but maybe close to it. I feel terrible. I hurt him, after I told him I cared for him... that I needed him. He probably thinks that's all a lie.
I heard a knock on my door.
"Enter" I spoke strongly, wiping away the few tears that had started to stream down my face.
A woman with dark chestnut hair and bright eyes walked in.
"Hello, prince. I know I'm not your usual maid, but I was informed to tell you about another feast for the princesses tonight." She spoke quickly.
I nodded. "Yes, and may you tell me who you are?"
"I'm Gemma Styles. I'm usually a cook." I froze. Was she related to Harry?
"Are you perhaps related to Harold Styles?" I asked. Gemma nodded. "Yes, he's my younger brother. Quite a trouble maker really." She laughed.
I could see the resemblence between them when she smiled. Gemma truly was beautiful.
"Thank you Gemma, for the information" She nodded, and was about to leave, when she turned back.
"You know, my brother fancies you quite a lot."
I almost burst into tears.
"Is that so?" She nodded, "Well, have a good evening"

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Harry's Point of View:
I'm tired. Just tired. I don't want to roll out of bed, I don't want to see the faces of all these people, and lastly, I don't want to no be without Louis.
He makes everything brighter.
I've been ordered to go around and do what everyone says tonight at the feast. Louis will be there, I will be there, women who Louis can actually love will be there. Not a good mix.

I watched the princesses walk around with the wine glasses I handed them. I had to try my best not to cry when I saw Louis dancing with a woman.
My Louis.
The woman was beautiful. She was about Louis' height, and petite. She kept her wavy brown hair down along her back. Her face wasn't caked in make-up like the other princesses.
Gemma was surprised whwn she her. She said that Princess Eleanor was the princess of a far away place.
Louis caught me staring at them, and hus crystal blue eyes instantly turned sad. He excused himself from Princess Eleanor, and was making himself towards me.
I turned around, making my way to a dark corridor. I couldn't see Louis now, I was afraid of what he might say.
"Harry!" I heard his velvet voice say, he grabbed my hand, leading me towards the corridor. "Louis, let go!" I hissed. Louis shook his head.
"Listen, Harry, we can't be together." I sighed, my tears coming back. "Louis, I've heard this before. I don't want to break again" I spoke, my voice shaky and quiet. Louis let out a shaky breath, "I broke you?" His blue eyes turned a shade darker, and I could see he was on the verge of tears.

"No, well, yes. But, I know you really don't have a choice." Louis nodded, "I don't" An idea slipped in my head, but I quickly pushed it away.
"What?" Louis asked. "You thought of something" He added. I shook my head, "It would never work, but a crazy idea came into my head that we could just run away." Louis let out a small smile, "I wish, but the would be completely inconsiderate of me" I nodded, tears spilling out my cheeks now.
"Louis... I just, love you, so much, and it hurts to think that you don't feel the same" I cried. Louis sighed, and pulled me into his chest, hugging me tight and protectively.
"One more thing, you haven't heard" He said. I looked up at him with curious eyes. He broung his hand to my chin, pulling me up to his soft lips.
Our lips connected softly, his hand on the back of my neck pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms aroundhis waist, deepening the kiss.
After a few more seconds, we both needed air. We pulled away, but rested our foreheads together.
"I love you, Harry, with everything I have" He whispered, almost against my lips. A few more tears poured down my cheeks, and Louis gently kissed them away.
"Then stay" I whispered, pleadingly. Louis sighed, and pressed another soft kiss against my lips.
"You know I can't"

Notes

SORRY I DIDN'T FINISH THE CHAPTER YESTERDAY, MY INTERNET CUT OUT AND IT DIDN'T COME BACK ON UNTIL THIS MORNING. I ALMOST DIED LAST NIGHT!
QUESTION: HOW DO YOU THINK THEY'RE GOING TO SOLVE THIS PROBLEM.?
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