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Louis brightens at that and Niall realizes what he’s just done…again. “Shit. Um. I’m sorry.”
Louis frowns, head titled to the side. “For?”
“Um…well,” Niall mumbles, scratching at the back of his neck. “You’re the prince and I’ve just insulted you…again.”
Louis’ expression doesn’t change, not like Niall expected it to. He stares at Niall for a long beat, the beer pong crowd behind them cheering loudly as something happens. Niall begins to feel like he’s under a microscope, like Louis can see inside of him and is studying his thoughts carefully, cataloging them for future reference like he might need them at some point.
“You didn’t know that before, did you?” Louis asks and Niall shakes his head no. Because he did know but he really didn’t, at least not on the conscious level that Louis is asking about.