In a dense forest, not too far from here, it was quiet.
From a birds eye view, as far as the eye could see, it was all green. Green grass, green trees, green shrubbery.
Even the floor itself was a bit green from the fallen leaves.
From among the forest a hand pierces through the vines, stepping on the shrubbery in its course. First there was a mop of curly brown hair, gently swept to one side, and then suddenly a tall figure emerges through.
It was a boy about six feet tall.
He has emerald green eyes which glisten in the smoldering sun, and his beautiful smile lights up the forest.
He's wearing midnight blue jeans with the cuffs ripped, and a muddy faded t-shirt accompanied by a thin navy blue jacket. However, he isn't wearing any shoes.
He stares up towards the ceiling of the forest, only a vast bit of silver sky could be seen as the canopies of the trees cover the celestial sphere above.
"Louis!" He calls, reaching out to touch the bark of the tree beside him.
It was very muggy and hot in the forest.
The boy sweeps his fringe to the side and out of his face with his forearm, and calls again.
"Louis!"
"I'm coming!" Louis' shout comes out mumbled from behind the mystic trees, but also very resentful.
Louis' small figure pushes through the
vines. He's about 5'7 with bronze hair.
He has sapphire blue eyes which match the cloudless sky.
He's wearing a muddy, opaque, dull white tank top.
"Hurry up!"
"We'll it's not my fault someone decided it was a good idea to ditch his shoes next to the side of the road and leave someone to pick them up."
Louis tosses the shoes towards Harry, and he sheepishly pulls them on. Louis brushes his top down, giving Harry an infuriated glare.
"What?"
"Look at my top!"
Harry studies him.
"What's wrong with it?"
He rolls his eyes.
"Ugh, you're impossible Harry."
He turns away, huffing.
Harry ignores him.
Glancing around, he confidently strolls off towards the left, and continues through the vendura, exploring more of the forest.
"Where are we going now?!" Louis shouts.
"You'll see." Harry calls back over his shoulder.
Louis follows after him, grumbling and slapping insects away with his hands.
He brushes past a wall of leaves and they both just stand there for a moment, staring at the ruins of an abandoned castle.
It was huge! It looked like a castle from a fairy tale, or something you would see in your dreams.
There are turrets in every corner, and a big drawbridge in the front.
The castle is big, and it is made of grey stone. Moss covers the walls as it creeps up higher to what remains at the top.
The castle blocks the light from the blazing sun behind it. The castle is a broken silhouette against the field and the distant trees.
While Louis is still gaping at the sight, Harry has already began striding up the waterlogged grass.
He snaps out of his reverie, and hurries after him.
He slips his fingers through Harry's belt loops when he reaches him, tightly hugging his arm.
It was something he has always done as a child, whenever he was scared.
As the castle looms in front of them, Louis can feel an uncomfortable presence. He doesn't want to tell Harry, as he probably wouldn't have listened anyway.
He stops suddenly in front of the drawbridge.
"Louis? Did that guy say anything to you about this?"
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The World Is Quiet Here {Larry Stylinson} {Harry Styles&Louis Tomlinson}
FanfictionThe forest isn't as innocent as it looks. They have no knowledge of what lies beyond. Is survival possible for both boys? One, or none?