Hey guys, I'm dedicating this to DreamingDemi because she has an amazing story. I'm so sorry for promoting her book, but it's really good...She has been super kind to me and I feel the need to dedicate! So, this is a Lou POV, sorry for the wedding thing, but I think this will make up for it ;) Thanks for reading! ~B

Louis' POV

I liked Harry. I know this now for sure. I like Gemma as a friend, but nothing else. I felt bad for marrying someone I didn't love and having to lead them on. It made me feel dirty and sick, but I felt the need to. Nobody was going to accept me as the king if I was gay. Gemma was my cover, and I was going to cling to it.

"Baby what's wrong you seem tense," Gemma whines as she traces a finger down my arm. I look in the mirror and wonder where I went wrong. I had to get out of here. I knew what Gemma wanted to do. I wasn't ready to have sex, well not with her anyway.

"I'm just...thinking," I mutter. Gemma slides behind me and pulls off my tux jacket. I let her pull it off of me. She bites her lip as she looks over my shoulder.

"Come on Lou, you know you want to. It's a tradition and besides you know your parents need grandchildren as soon as possible," She sings. I gulp and look at myself. Was it worth it? Was I willing to do this?

"I have to go to the bathroom," I announce, unwrapping myself from her and heading to the connected restroom. I look at myself in the mirror. I look tired and sick, so I splash some water on my face to wake myself up a little bit.

I hear Gemma outside, she was shifting and I heard the familiar sounds of clothes being tugged around. I didn't want to leave in fear that she might be undressed. Should I do this? Should I have sex with the girl? No, I couldn't. I know I wasn't dating Harry, but I already felt like I was cheating on him. I've already screwed up my chance with him, but I wasn't screwing up anything else, or anyone for that matter.

I leave the bathroom and find Gemma lying in the bed. I keep my gaze on her face, not letting them venture down, for obvious reasons. I am gay, I remind myself.

"I need some air," I announce. 

"No you don't. Stop making up excuses. Please Lou, for me?" She bats her eyelashes and gives me a sad frown. 

"I'll be back," I proclaim. I leave the room, making sure to slam the door. I felt bad for ditching her, but really she thought she could control me in my own palace? Commoners now a days.

I let my feet walk, closing my eyes, not wanting to see where they lead me. I feel my fingers trace a doorknob and without thinking I open it. When I open my eyes I see that I am in a familiar room. I see a shirtless boy sitting in a chair looking out the window.

He turns to look at me and I feel a smile creep up my cheeks as I see Harry.

"Aren't you supposed to be having your 'night of fun' with my sister?" He huffs, clearly annoyed with the topic. I wish I could take back what I did and just be with him. I walk to the window and place a hand on his shoulder. 

"No, I ditched her," I say, a little happier than necessary. 

"Really?" He turns to look at me. His eyes are big like he doesn't believe me and I could feel myself wanting to melt under his hard gaze. 

"Yea, why do you don't think I would do that?" I ask.

"I thought you would have loved...sex," He mutters the last word. My heart sinks as I realize what he was thinking. 

"What do you think I am?" I ask, I was upset that he would think that kind of thing about me, but I try not to let it get to me too much. 

"You know," He smiles, showing off his dimples. I roll my eyes and hit him, mostly over the slight insult. I understand that he probably didn't completely know me yet and so I couldn't let myself get so upset over a small misunderstanding. 

"You have dimples," I whisper, poking at his dimples. He swats me away and blushes as he looks down at his lap, placing with the few strands of curls that fall in his face. I could see him trying to hold back a smile. 

"Obviously." 

"You can't sass me in my own palace," I snap jokingly. 

"Yes, Kind," He replies teasingly. I smile at him, not being able to contain it. I had an urge to kiss him, but I held back. I was married, I got married today, and it would be bad to kiss someone else on my wedding night.

I awkwardly look back out the window, and Harry does too. We're silent for a while, both of us too scared to ruin something by moving or speaking. However I move my hand anyway, from my side to his shoulder. I give it a light squeeze and he looks up at me.

"This is wrong," He sighs.

"I know."

"Do you care?"

"Not a bit," I reply. He gives me a small smile. And I couldn't help it; all rules flew out the window as I lean forward and connect our lips. He pulls back, his eyes wide with shock. 

"I'm sorry," I mutter, not feeling a bit sorry for what I had done.

"It's...f-fine," He stammers as he touches his lips and looks at his fingers as if I had left some sort of trace there. 

"What are you opinions on this?" I was curious on how felt. I didn't want to continue going after him if he didn't feel the same way. 

"On what?" He asks.

"Us," I whisper.

"We're...um...friends, right?" 

"Do you want to be friends?" 

"What else would we be?" 

"Boyfriends," I sigh.

"That would mean cheating," Harry points out. He looked so innocent in that moment and I didn't want to take that away from him. I had no idea if he wanted to be in a romantic relationship to begin with, let alone for me to cheat while in the process.

"Yeah, it would, but...I...um...," I loose my words and start to scramble, what was I going to say? I look for the right words to use, but am cut off with a pair of lips against mine.

"I need a little more danger in my life," Harry sighs as he pulls away.