Collision; Larry

6.

The house is gorgeous, big and white, and after a quick glance at the garden Louis can tell these people are fairy favorites, too. He's never really been to the actual town before, though, has never felt that it was necessary so he's never seen any of it before. Now, however he might need to reconsider that choice.

It's terribly cute, it really is; like a good early morning dream, like a snuggly bed time story, or like a mid-day walk in the sunshine. Everyone's so nice, as well, happily greeting each other as they pass by, and Louis now understands why the wicked ones keep to the deep forest- this kind of kindness would probably be toxic to them.

Speaking of toxic, Harry also seems impressed by the luxurious house. He whistles, shoving his hands in his pockets and throwing Liam a wide eyed look.

"So," he utters. "Whose house is this, then?"

Liam gives them a crooked smile. "It's my friend's house. I guess she's got kind of... Experience with the dark magic practitioners."

"Awesome." Harry flashes Louis another grin. He hasn't stopped being cocky since Louis had to agree to coming along. Louis has probably ripped out half of his hair at this point.

The three of them enter the extravagant building, without bothering to knock or anything, and Liam is noticeably more relaxed now that he's in a more familiar environment. He calls out his friend's name a couple of times, listening after answers or footsteps.

"Jesy?" He hollers. "Jesy?" When he gets not reply, he sighs heavily. "Great, she's probably asleep then. Amazing."

Louis and Harry exchange a curious look and follow their new friend (Liam's a friend, right? He's a friend. Louis would like to think he's a friend now) as he moves further into the building, towards a set of graceful, white marblestairs with a beautiful, winding mahogany handrail.

They find Liam's friend snuggled up in an armchair, and just like Liam predicted, fast asleep.

Louis understands then, looking at her, that this is Sleeping Beauty. She had been quite the conversational topic when a prince finally woke her up from her sleep a couple of years ago. She's almost like a celebrity, Louis thinks, and he blushes.

He and Harry quietly stand back to watch Liam carefully approach the girl, shaking her shoulder lightly.

"Jesy?" He mutters, softly. "Jess. Hey."

The girl, Jesy, startles awake with a confused frown, eyes darting quickly around the place to locate herself. When she realizes she's still at home, and that Liam is there, she sighs and smiles apologetically.

"Hi, Li. What's up?" she says, voice drowsy and thick with sleep.

Liam's tone is soft. "Sorry for waking you, but I really need your help."

"Of course." She stretches and sighs, waking up more by the minute.

Liam smiles a little. "Okay. Jesy, I want you to meet Harry and Louis. They're... New friends of mine."

Jesy blinks and looks both of them up and down a few times, eyes cautiously suspicious.

"You're not from here," she states simply, probably referring to Harry more than Louis, but Louis is still the one who answers.