“the wood he's pushed against vanishes, and louis can only let out a small yelp as he falls backwards, harry stumbling with him. the next few seconds fly unbelievably fast.”

“louis is going to make this a place where harry feels safe. he just is. he finds his mother where he knows she would be—by the stream, just where it debouches into a crystal-clear lake holding the life of thousands of fish and underwater creatures and plants.”

“hello!” he greets rapunzel overly cheerily. “my name is louis. I’m a fairy. You might have seen me and my friends outside your house before. and you don’t have to be afraid; no one’s harming you. you’re rapunzel, right?”

“despite the small bicker at the end of their conversation, harry and louis don’t go any further than that, and when they finally stand to go through the portal, they don’t bother with making liam stand in the middle so they can avoid physical contact.”

“so, how do we get up there?” “well,” harry answers right before louis gets the chance to, “that won’t be a problem for me. louis flies. try climbing, mate.”

“hi, taylor. you have such lovely hair,” he compliments her. “I mean, here I was thinking that my own hair was the nicest thing around, but I got to hand it to you, I think you take the price.”

“okay,” he whispers excitedly. “here we are. If we just sneak our way to the other side, yeah? granny’s got a beautiful pair of raspberry bushes there, helped growing them myself. we should be able to hide behind there, you know, wait for the perfect moment.”

“It’s a piece of cake and a bottle.” “great observation, louis, really,” liam deadpans. “the queen gave these to me with the intention of me living for the rest of my life in her castle. basically, one of these makes you grow and one makes you smaller.”

“you kicked me!” harry exclaims. “teach me about pride and prejudice!” “you need no one to teach you about either of those things.” “oh, fuck you.” harry pushes louis’ feet down and pulls him in for a kiss.”

harry furrows his eyebrows in bewilderment at first, and then he looks in the direction the vampire points. their eyes lock for just a second, and louis’ widen in fear and harry’s narrow in interest, plush lips parting in a teasing smirk and Louis knows, he knows he’s screwed.

louis studies the string of white hanging off the edge and then he shoves half of it into his mouth in one go, and his eyes instantly widen comically, a stifled gasp leaving his lips. so s’mores might possibly be the absolute best thing louis has ever tasted in his entire life.

“is that… is that a hare? next to that man with the hat?” he asks. he genuinely thinks it is. a huge hare currently pouring himself a cup of tea. maybe the place has got to louis already.

“good,” harry nods curtly. “back of the head building at eight.” and that’s all louis gets before the boy is marching off, whooshing past him and louis can’t do much else but stand and just frown at the floor for a while in an attempt at making sense of what just happened.

“you just. bloom sometimes?” harry clarifies, and louis rolls his eyes. “i’m a nature fairy. does that seem like a weird thing for me to do to you?” “I guess not,” harry allows and shakes his head. “it’s cute, though”.

this is an enchanted forest so naturally everything is always alive, it’s where all the fairies live, in blissful harmony and the atmosphere is always so filled with love, music and warmth. louis thanks the universes for having the privilege to grow up in a environment like this.

the creature has a sharp jawline and wide eyes; his lips are red like cherries and his skin is the piano key kind of smooth ivory. louis watches as the wind pulls the curly locks on his head, and he thinks of ripe chestnuts.

after a while of aimlessly walking around campus, louis knows he has to ask someone. how would he even do that? hey, so there’s this creature called harry that I’ve never met, never seen and not heard of before this afternoon. do you know where he might be?”

the grocery store is called tesco, and louis is in awe. there are just so much of everything, so much people and so much noise and so much stuff and—so much food. so much food, all collected in one place. so it’s totally understandable that louis is amazed.

“I guess not,” harry allows and shakes his head “It’s cute, though.” louis struggles greatly with keeping down a blush and looks away defiantly. he could choose to take offense to the term, but harry doesn’t seem to mean it offensively, his deep voice a tad too soft and sincere.

“sif I uh“ he takes a deep breath, and then rushes through the following sentence like he’s ripping off a band aid. “I can apparently turn things into gold with my bare hands and I turned my friend into a statue by accident and I was wondering if you know a way to fix that?”