Louis Point Of View:
I hadn't gone to sleep like I wished I would.
My mind was racing a million words a minutes. Why did I start crying?! My only explanation was because Harry is only nineteen.
But why should that bother me?
Because you want him..
I shoved that thought back. Harry is a boy! I'm a boy! Boys don't go with boys, that is frowned upon by many.
I sat up, sighing.
My forhead still tingled from where Harry kissed it to comfort me... maybe. He did say he was gay, did he like me?,
Of course not!
"Louis?" A girl voice asked through my door.
I sighed not wanting visitors, but it was one of my sister's voices, I didn't want to be rude to them.
"Come in" My voice was hoarse.
One of the older sisters, Claire, walked in, holding a cup of water. She handed me the cup, and sat on my bed.
"What's wrong?" She asked, rubbing my arm.
I shrugged.
"Just not feeling the best" I lied, hoping she'd buy it.
Her blue eyes showed a bit of disbelief, but she just nodded and smiled.
"Well, alright." She leant down and gave me a kiss on my forehead, and left.
Her kiss did not leave tingles.

Harry's Point Of View:
When I gave Prince Louis that kiss, it felt like fire was on my lips.. a very pleasant fire.
I didn't want to leave, but I decided that was probably best.
I walked to the kitchen to see Gemma was the only one in there. I mentally thanked God for that.
"Hey, Harry" Her happy voice said, smiling, and rolling out some dough.
"Gemma" I replied, making sure my tone wwas serious.
She stopped smiling, and turned her head at me.
"What is it?" Her voice curious.
I didn't want to tell her the whole story, but then she wouldn't understand would she? It's been a couple years since I announced I was gay to her.. what if she forgot?
"I think I fancy Prince Louis" I spoke without thinking.
She stopped rolling, and turned to me.
"What?"
I took a deep breath, "I think I fancy-"
"I understand that" She paused "But, Harold" Oh, she was serious now "You know that's not good. You may be around him more since your older, and I don't believe he's gay"
I was happy she remembered I was gay. But, dissapointed because she reminded me Louis wasn't gay.
"I know.." I spoke, my voice clearly hurt.
"Harry, sweetie, I'm sorry-" Her voice was cut off by one of the other maids, "Harry?"
I turned and did a small simle, "Yes?"
"Can you help me clean the clothes?" She asked. I nodded, and walked over to her short, stubby frame.
"Thank you, dear"

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