Harry's Point Of View:
I told Gemma everything. And I mean everything.
"See, Harold, this is why I told you that you can't get caught up with him. Now you're hurt!" Gemma exclaimed, throwing her hands in tha air. "I know, Gemma, I know! But he loves me back. Maybe we can find a solutio-" "No Harold," Gemma interrupted. "He doesn't truly love you, or he would be actually fighting for your love, for both of your freedom. He wouldn't be making up 'excuses' for not trying to fight. I mean, he can't really be homosexual, or he wouldn't even think about marrying a woman. I mean, thing about it, Harry!"
Harry was surprised by her outburst. He didn't want to believe it, but he did. When he thought of everything, and put the pieces together, it made perfect sense.
"Gemma, Louis is a prince... he surely does love me.." Harry whimpered, suddenly feeling very cold. Gemma shook her head, "I don't know Harry, but I truly doubt it"
(I just now noticed I switched from 1st person to 3rd.... ehh... I'm too lazy to re-write... sorry!)

After only three weeks of Harry realizing Louis didn't love him, the marriage invitations went out.
The enveloped were simple, clean cut, with elegent writing of the persons' name on it. To Harrys' surprise, he got one. He almost didn't open to read it, shouting out 'Hell no, that woman is marrying the man I love!' But soon remembered that he had to be more mature than that. So he opened it, slowly.
It was written in handwriting, which certainly wasn't Louis. It was way too elegant.

Dear Harold,
As being a close friend of Prince Louis Tomlinson, you are invited to Princess Eleanor Calder and Prince Louis Tomlinson's wedding. The date is set to December 21, the perfect way to celebrate Christmas. It will be held in the ballroom. We hope to see you attend.
L&E

Harry began to cry as he took out another piece of paper in the enevelope. It was folded into fourths.
He unfolded it, curious to see.
I love you
Was all it said. Harry knew it was from Louis. But Harry disn't seem to believe it, he didn't get the rush of giddiness from reading it. Harry decided it was time to talk.

Harry opened the door to the bedroom that he was too familiar with. "Oh, hello, Harold" Louis spoke calmy, smiling from his chair. "No, Louis, it's Harry, and you know that, I'm tired of this bullshit!" He yelled, slamming his fist against the table.
"Harry, you know how it is for me, and I-" "Save it, Louis" Harry objected walking closer. "Why don't you love me?" He asked, his voice cracking and tears spilling down his cheeks. "Harry, wha-... no! I do love you, so much!" Louis defended, walking closer and wrapping his arms around Harry's torso. Harry wiggled his way out of Louis' arms.
"Apparently not! I'm not stupid. I can fit the pieces together, Louis. You don't even try to fight for me... for us!" He whispered, more tears finding their way down his face. Louis stared at him with an expression of disbelief.
"And there you go, Louis, proposing to Eleanor when you know what's going on. Look Louis, I understand you kingdom thing, and I've tried to not be selfish and let you go... But, I'm too greedy, and I don't want- I won't let you go"
Louis didn't say anything back, but his heart was filled with love, admiration, amd just desire for Harry.
"See, you don't even say anything back when I'm spilling everything to-" "Let's leave" Louis interrupted. Harry shook his head, "What?" Louis smiled, "Let's leave. You said you're greedy, well so am I. I don't care about this kingdom.. I care about you, only you. So I'm showing my love for you. Tomorrow night, meet me here with your things packed, and we'll leave this villiage... just you, just me... just us"
Harry ran towards Louis, smashing their lips together with force. Harry cupped Louis' cheeks, bending down to Louis' height. Their lips moved together perfectly, letting all the feeling into the kiss.
Louis was the first to ask for entrence. He lightly nipped at Harry's bottom lip, letting their tongues dance together. Harry pushed Louis down on his bed, kissing his way down Louis' collarbone. He pulled Louis' shirt over his head, exposing his chest and littly tummy Harry adored.
Harry's tongue traced down Louis' chest, making him let out a small groan, and made it to Louis' littly pudgy area.
"So beautiful, Louis, everything so beautiful" Harry whispered, while kissing his tummy.
Louis pulled Harry back level with his face, where Harry burrowed his face in the crook of his neck, planting small kisses. Louis rubbed Harry's back, and finally whispered into Harry's ear
"Make love to me, Harry"

That night, Harry made love to Louis. He slowly pounded into him, while their fingers were intertwined together, and Harry would slowly kiss Louis neck.. marking him.
They came together, both their faces buried into eachothers' necks', whispering 'I love you's' and how 'Beautiful they were'. Both boys cuddled together in bed, slowly drifting to sleep, and finally, finally, not worried about anything else in the world.

Notes

HEY GUYA. I HONESTLY LOVED THIS CHAPTER.... PROBABLY BECAUSE THERE WERE MENTIONS OF SEX AND I'M DIRTY LIKE THAT. ANYWAYS, THIS BOOK IS COMING TO AN END. ONLY ABOUT FOUR CHAPTER LEFT. I WAS GOING TO END THIS THE WAY I WANTED WITH ONLY AN EPILOUGUE, OR CHANGE THE ENDING AND DO A SEQUEL.
QUESTION: EPILOUQUE OR SEQUEL?
OH, AND IT'A 1:48 AM, SO IT'S OFFICALY MY BIRTHDAY BITCHES!!!!