#no03

[redeye76]

#malcesine #no03 #lagiodelgarda (hier: Malcesine)

[hwangririn39]

#kissproof #no03 #loveit #imafan

[hwangririn39]

#kissproof #no03 #loveit #imafan

[aliffgraceffa]

Happy Halloween "Intruders 😬#No03 #31MysteriesOfHalloween #VineStarsNightMare #6SecondScare #Scary #Horror #ikon #halloween2014 #Mystery #HappyHalloween #AHE"

[narskyfaith]

Intruders 😬#No03 #31MysteriesOfHalloween #VineStarsNightMare #6SecondScare #Scary #Horror #ikon #halloween2014 #Mystery #HappyHalloween #AHE

[be-adithy-blog]

Alguien ya quierr el dia de muertos "Intruders 😬#No03 #31MysteriesOfHalloween #VineStarsNightMare #6SecondScare #Scary #Horror #ikon #halloween2014 #Mystery #HappyHalloween #AHE"

[icemanisgayfuckers]

Intruders 😬#No03 #31MysteriesOfHalloween #VineStarsNightMare #6SecondScare #Scary #Horror #ikon #halloween2014 #Mystery #HappyHalloween #AHE

[karukara]

LMWC - NO.03 - Masquerade

Warnings: No warnings included Non-smut

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* I heard at my door as my servant, Jack was buttoning my pristine dress shirt. "Come in." I commanded, watching Jack to ensure he doesn’t miss a button. "Master Tomlinson." Alfie addressed me as he stood in the doorway. "What is it? And come in quickly before any peasants catch a glimpse of my beauty before the party." I barked, slightly annoyed he’d be so careless. "Yes, master." He nodded stepping into my room and shutting the door behind him, "Master Tomlinson the first guest has arrived." "What? Impossible it’s an hour before the ball even begins!" I exclaimed holding out my arm to have my sleeves rolled up. "Should I send him out?" Asked Alfie stupidly. "Of course not! Be sure he is treated respectfully, but kindly remind him the party wasn’t suppose to start until 8:00pm." I informed Alfie. He nodded once more and quickly left the room. "The nerve of some people. Hurry here so I can meet this early, idiot." I commanded Jack. With a nod he finished my sleeves and helped me with my vest, then tied my mask. "Thank you Jack, you may return to your room and if you’d like, join the party in and hour, on time." I loudly stated the last part as I walked out my room. I quickly jogged down the stairs slipping my gloves on as I did, I had forgotten about them earlier but didn’t want to bother Jack anymore than I already have. As I reached the bottom step leading into the main hall, there I saw a man, he was tall, thick long hair slicked back at the top of his head leaving his curls to rest at his neck, but just a few peaked from the sides of his face and from under the ribbon of his mask. The mask he wore covered most of his face, it was a white and gold, long nosed Venetian mask. He wore a dingy white ruffle shirt with a collar that covered his entire neck and was tucked sloppily into his black dress pants, the shoes he wore were tremendously terrifying, they were black worn out, fabric boots with a grey outsole and heel. But what really caught my eyes was the incredibly large black cloak, with lightly noticeable flower designs, draped around his body, it looked incredible heavy or incredibly light. "Do you like it? It was my grandmothers, I had to practically rip it off of her dying body." He spoke, approaching me. His voice was husky, deep, laid back even but it was deep and sounded like harmonious music to my ears. "Excuse me?" Was all I could manage to respond with, not even paying attention to the words he said but instead on how he said them. "Yeah, she was a wicked old woman, always hated me. But when she uttered those word, ‘over my dead body,’ I took that up as a challenge, and obviously won." He smirked. Dimple, a beautiful dimple popped out from his cheek as if just to say hello to me. "Grandmothers…. they, they can be quite a pain can’t they?" I found myself speaking slower, as if in some sort of trance, and I was in a love trance under this mans control. "Yes they can be, which is why I had to kill mine." He spoke deeply, his beautiful smirk turning into a serious frown. I found myself snapping back to reality as he just confessed murder. "What?!" I shouted, horrified and took a step back. The man smiled crookedly and huffed out," and you’re next, princess." My heart stopped and I stared at the man in utter terror. He let out  a loud laugh and grabbed the end of his cloak. "GUARDS! GUARDS!" I screamed and started running up the stairs. I didn’t get far until I felt something around my forearm. I looked down to find a red ribbon mysteriously wrapping around my arm like a snake. "Prince Louis!" I heard the cry of one of my servants. I opened my mouth to yell for help but a large hand covered it muffling my pleas. "You’re mine now, princess." The familiar husky voice was now a whisper in my ear. I stared up the stairs watching my guards run to my rescue before my sight was engulfed by the pure darkness of the mysterious mans black cloak. ~Harry~ I laid the prince down on my grandmothers red fainting couch, he looked so peaceful while he slept. I bent down to meet with the princes face and couldn’t help my hand as it brushed the loose strands of hair away from it, more so his mask. His mask, I trailed my fingers across the ribbon of his mask until they met with the knot tied in the back. One swift pull of it and the mask fell off, revealing every inch of perfection. I took in a sharp breathe, astonished by his heavenly features. Since I was a young boy I wanted this prince to be mine and now I have him, he is mine. "My princess." I whispered as I placed my hand under his chin and rested my thumb against his bottom lip, feeling its soft, tenderness. I placed my other hand on the nose of my mask and was about to lift it when the princes eyes snapped open. Staring at me were  the most beautiful sky blue eyes, they were filled with horror but still had an endless beauty to them no matter what emotion hid within them. All too quickly the prince jerked his head away from me and sunk back into the couch. "W-Who-" "Save your breathe princess, you wont know who I am until I know I can trust you." "HELP!" He screamed. I closed my eyes listening to the sheer beauty of his voice. "Yes princess, keep shouting, your voice is like angels singing in my ears." "LET ME GO YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE-" "It is you who is the little one here." I teased standing straight up and puffing my chest out slightly. "You’re a disgusting peasant, and when I get out of here I’ll be sure to have to locked up for the rest of your life!" He spat. His harsh words meant nothing to me as he spoke them because I know I’d have his mind changed about me. "How are you so sure you will get out? I did after all say you were next." "I, I’m the prince of the Unites Kingdom! I will be found before you can do anything to me you, you, you-" The prince stumbled on his words and I couldn’t help the smile that pulled itself on my face "STOP SMILING LIKE A FUCKING CREEP YOU BLOODY-" "I can’t help it princess you’re so entertaining and cute." I cut him off from his little tantrum. "AND STOP CALLING ME PRINCESS I’M A FUCKING MAN!" He screamed and stretched his arms out pushing me away from him. I stumbled slightly but right away regained my balance. "I demand you take me back!" He barked standing to his feet. "Now why would I do that?" I questioned turning my back on him and approaching a painting of my grandmother as if I was interested in looking at it. Stupid old hag. "Why!? Because I fucking told you to!" "Hmmm, what do I get in return?" I asked turning back no longer being able to tolerate that woman’s face. "Maybe I’ll consider making your death painless." He hissed. "Oh my, how barbaric." "Bar… baric- what the hell are you talking about?! You’re the murderer! You’re barbaric!" "Oh no, no, no, no, no. I’m quite well mannered and civil." "YOU FUCKING KIDDNAPED ME!" He shrieked and I couldn’t maintain myself as I threw my head back and laughed hysterically. "What? What’s so funny?" He snapped at me and I just shook my head. "You get so upset easily, my dear." I commented as I turned to a table nearby. On the table was a bottle of wine and two glasses I had prepared earlier. I picked up a glass and turned back around, holding it out to the prince. He just furrowed his eyebrows, angry and confused and looked down at the cup before looking back up at me. "What?" He questioned. "Take it." I commanded still holding the cup out. He slowly lifted his hand and hesitantly took the glass. He stared down at it after I handed it to him, then I faced the table once more and picked up my own glass and the bottle of whine. ~Louis~ I stood there confused and provoked from the man in front of me. What’s the glass for? I questioned as I stared at it. When I looked back up I noticed the man walking towards me. I tried stepping away but my leg hit the corner of the couch making me fall back onto it. “Glad to see you’re making yourself comfortable.” He spoke with a playful tone. I felt my stomach churn in disgust and turned my head to the side to avoid looking at him. He finally approached me and just stood there looking down at me with a warm smile on his face. What was he doing? Why is he playing with me like this? "Princess would you like some wine?" He asked. When I turned my head to look at him he had a wine bottle in hand and had already been pouring some for himself. I sighed in defeat and held up my glass. His warm smile grew as he poured some wine for me, I couldn’t help my own smile from creeping up my face. He was insane but still incredibly handsome especially when he smiled. I sipped the wine and right away a burning went down my throat. I put my hand over my mouth to avoid coughing it up. "Too strong? Would you like some water?" The masked man asked standing to his feet right away. I nodded my head and looked up at him. He seemed worried, but why? The man quickly turned and walked out the room, his beautiful cloak fluttering slightly as it trailed behind him. I cleared my throat and put my wine down on the closes table I could find. I stood and walked around the room, there were no windows, lots of paintings of the same old woman, a fire place, and flowers everywhere. I walked up to a specific painting on the wall, it was of a oldish woman, by her side was a young boy. His hair was cut neatly and he smiled wide. He had such a nice smile, but the woman next to him was basically frowning and glaring. As if she hated being there. I looked back at the boy and examined him closely. His smile was familiar, it must be the man that’s taken me. It has to be. When I turn  around I notice in the back of the room something covered by a red velvety sheet. I looked over at the door before quickly walking to the covered object. I  leaned over and picked up the object that was covered. It was light and rectangular. It must have been another painting. I pulled off the sheet to reveal an extremely beautiful man and an ugly old  woman. The man was frowning and so was the old woman. Her face resembled a bulldogs with all the wrinkles she had. I looked back over at the man, I could assume it was the man holding me hostage from his body, face, and hair. "Oh you no, you’re not allowed to see that!" A frantic voice said from behind me. I turned around to the man with a glass of water in his hand. "Take off your mask, I’ve already seen your face so there’s no use in hiding it any longer." I commanded putting the sheet back over the painting and placing it back on the floor. I turned around and watched as he removed his mask. His face was even more beautiful in person than in the painting. But now was not the time to swoon, I’ve unmasked him and now I can get the hell home. "What’s you’re name?" I asked, my head held high as I stood firmly. "Harry Styles." He answered throwing his mask to the floor. "And why did you kidnap me? Do you really plan on killing me?" "No." "Then I demand you take me home." "Please, I’d like you to stay just a little longer." He pleaded. "I need to return home." "I’ll take you back I swear, just please stay a little longer." He asked taking a step forward. I crossed my arms and looked down at my feet. I sighed and started to walk forward. I stopped by the couch and plopped myself on it. Harry smiled and quickly walked towards me. He came a little too close, too fast and I couldn’t help but lean away from him. "Sorry… sorry" He frantically said smilingly. I huffed and shook my head as I slightly smiled. He just sat next to me and held out the water. I took it and thanked him. "So, I’m sorry for scaring you like that but, if you would have known that I was harmless you wouldn’t have been scared into staying…" "We were talking just fine at the party, why would you go through all this trouble?" After asking that Harry’s face started turning red and he looked away. "I-I always wanted you to myself." He mumbled. "I’m flattered, but you can’t go around kidnapping people you want." "Yeah but, you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted." I smiled at his charming words. "Mr. Styles-" "Please, call me Harry." He cut me off. I nodded and continued, "Harry, if it’s too much to ask why do you want me to yourself?" I questioned taking a drink of water. "Well, ever since I was a young boy and first saw you I knew I wanted you. I suppose it was… love at first sight," when he said that I couldn’t help the burning in my cheeks, I knew I was blushing, "so I insisted to my mother that I come live with my grandmother, who was a noble, so I could be closer to you. Sadly my grandmother never took me to events your parents had planned, every day I had  to learn how to be proper and sophisticated. When in reality I’ve been planning on ways I could make you mine." He explained. "You’re  grandmother, did you really kill her?" I asked. "No. As much as I hated the old bird she died of natural causes and left everything to me because I  was the only one here for her." He sighed. I felt sorry for him and placed my hand on his leg. "Harry, I think it’s time I return home, as much as I’d like to stay, I need to go back and assure everyone is alright." I said sitting glass of water on the table my wine sat on. I patted his leg before standing up, Harry stood up as well and nodded. "Prince Louis, it’s been an honor to finally meet you and have you in my home." He said rolling up his sleeves. "Please may I see your arm?" He asked. I held out my arm but he simply shook his head. "Other one." He commanded. I held up my arm with the red ribbon wrapped around it. Harry just casually  unwrapped it from my arm and around his hand. Then he looked up at me and smiled. He pulled me by my arm close to his body. I felt chills travel up my spine as he held me by my lower back. His head slowly came closer to mine. My eyes got heavier as our lips got closer. Just when I felt the sweet warmth of his lips on mine, my eyes shut and everything around me goes blank, once again I’m alone in the familiar darkness. "Master Tomlinson! There you are! We were looking all over for you!" A voice fills my ears. My eyes flutter open and I find myself staring up at a baby blue ceiling. I shoot up to see Alfie at the door a little out of breath. "Alfie… what happened? How did I  get in here?" "Sir you got ready for the evening and randomly wondered off." He explained approaching me. "What? No… no I was, I was taken by that tall man in the bird mask." I corrected. "Bird mask?" Alfie asked confused. "Harry Styles, he kidnapped me and brought me home." "Harry Styles? Do you mean the shut in noble, Harold Edward Styles?" "I-I could have sworn…" I furrowed my eyebrows and placed my hand on my head. I felt the ribbon to my mask that was taken off of me at Harry’s home. Or was it? "Master Tomlinson are you alright? Do we need to cancel tonight’s event?" "No. I just… need some water." "Yes master." He said, quickly turning and walking out the door. I shook my head and stood up. Was I really kidnapped? Or was I dreaming? Why would I dream of being kidnapped? I stared at the ground questioning myself when I noticed something. I bent over and picked up the familiar object. It was the red ribbon. "Alfie!" I shouted. I ran for the door and pulled it open. It wasn’t  a dream it was real! "Alfie!" I kept shouting as I ran to the stairs. I put my hand on the railing to prevent myself from falling as I ran down the stairs as quickly as possible. "Alfie I told you! I knew it wasn’t a dream I-" when I  reached the bottom step I stopped in my tracks. In front of me stood him, Harry. "Master Tomlinson, I present to you, Mr. Styles." Alfie introduced the man in the long nosed Venetian mask that I already knew. "Hello Mr. Tomlinson," he smiled crookedly, his dimple showing, "nice to meet you."