Forest Greens (Larry Stylinson/AU)

Questions

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Louis awoke again in his bed, but, this time, he found himself lying in an uncomfortable pool of sweat; he could not remember the dream he had that caused him to wake up in such a state, but, the fresh memory of the mysterious screams came flooding back into his troubled mind, completely drowning all comforting thoughts that fought to rise to the surface.

It was now four-O'clock and the sun was slowly rising, leaving the whole forest in a warm, gloomy, but still reasonably dim lighting. Louis laid in his bed; his tired eyes stared at the plain, white ceiling, thoughtlessly. He couldn't sleep. As much as he tried to, his heavy eyes wouldn't shut.
Shut.
Shut.
Shut.
Shut.
The word ran like a broken tape recorder, over and over in his head, his eyes refusing to comply.

Suddenly, he shot his head up off his pillow to the sound of the front door closing with a click.
Harry. Harry had left the house.
Louis achingly got out of his bed and waddled towards his door,then down the hallway. He then made his way to one of the windows situated in the living room that looked out onto the front lawn of the house, where the path running through the forest began.

The view, however, was blocked by a curtain of Venetian blinds. He placed his middle and index finger in between one of the folds and separated them, trying to catch a glimpse of where Harry might've ventured; this, however, was a foolish act for Louis to do as he knew Harry couldn't have walked to any other place by foot that wasn't part of the forest, but, Louis' questions were, "why is he leaving?" "Should I go after him?"
Thoughts as such were suggested to him by his curious conscience, but his instincts told him otherwise.

Louis decided that it would've been best if he'd just sat in the living room to await Harry's return, so, he did just that, taking a seat on one of the couches amongst the eerie silence of the house.

The time had just hit four-thirty five when Louis heard the distant jangling of keys outside the front door. The handle then made a click before turning open, revealing Harry who was dressed in a light-grey, knitted sweater and worn-out, black, sailor-cut jeans.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes met Louis'.
"Why are you awake?" He asked, glaring at the man who was sat in the living room.

"Couldn't sleep...but...what were you doing in the forest at four in the morning?"

Harry squinted his eyes and clenched his jaw tight: so tight that Louis was sure he'd crushed some teeth.

"I," Harry gritted through his teeth, "went out for a walk. What kept you awake?"

"I heard-" Louis stopped himself and stared into the man's deathly eyes. It was obvious that his early awakening had put Harry on edge for some strange reason, so would bringing up the strange noises from the night before aggravate him further?
"I heard...I heard weird, I don't know, strange noises, and it sounded a lot like screams actually but, I don't know, it's nothing, yeah..." he blurted out nervously.

To this however, Harry softened his eyes and eased up his tensed body as he ran his fingers through his curly locks. "You really believe that they're screams, yeah?" He said, smiling at the ground with his arms behind his back in a child-like manner. Louis was yet again, confused by the sudden change in moods but he wasn't about to question it. Instead, he slowly nodded his head in agreement.