home - one direction
"Hello, Mr. Styles."
"Hello Louis. There is no need for the uncomfortable formality of calling me by my surname."
My eyes dart between the two men who seem to be telepathically communicating or some equivalent to that. Louis is an average height, a bit on the shorter side, but the way he carries himself makes him seem just as tall as Harry. He has icy blue eyes that seem to cut through the air even more than Harry's, his brown hair is slicked back with gel and shines like honey in the golden hour light. His lips are pursed into a thin line as he glares down at Harry. He is standing next to the railing on the staircase, resting one hand on the rail and one on his cane which looks more decorative than functional.
"What do you need?" Louis is very blunt and speaks as if we're wasting his time. Maybe we are. I stand behind Harry as Louis is very intimidating to me and I would rather not been in the line of fire from his intense stare.
"She is in need of your help." Harry presses his lips into a line and steps into the light, illuminating his eyes and leaving me in Louis's gaze. So much for going unnoticed, no thanks to Harry. As soon as he sees me, he squints a little bit and begins walking down the stairs towards me.
"You don't belong here," Louis says in a whisper, confusing me. I look to Harry for some sort of explanation but he seems lost in studying Louis' face.
"How can you tell? Is it that obvious?" I feel the blood rush to my cheeks and look between the two men. Both stay completely silent for what seems like hours. "Would you stop looking at me like that and please explain what the fuck is going on?" Surprised by my sudden outburst, Louis inhales sharply and breaks the eye contact. Harry coughs and does the same.
"You are correct I am afraid. Lacey does not belong in Canyon de la Lune. She does not belong here at all. She is like Grace," Harry says.
"Grace?" Louis' voice trembles as he speaks.
"Listen, I don't think I'm really asking for so much, could you guys please just explain what's happening?" I still receive no answer.
"I shall help," Louis confidently says, breaking the silence. "But do not think this means I forgive you for what you have done," he continues, pointing his finger at Harry with enmity in his icy eyes. My own eyes widen and I take a step back, not wanting to be a part of whatever is happening. "Follow me."
Louis leads us up the stairs and through a twisting path of tight passageways. He quickly brings us through a door into his office and sits down behind a large desk. He gestures for Harry and I to take our seats, so we sit in front of the desk.
"You say she is like Grace," Louis says, out of breath. Harry nods his head yes and looks at me. "In what way?"
"Her story is not exactly the same, but like Grace, she is not of our time."
"A puritan? I cannot assume she is with a mouth like that." Puritan? What are they talking about? If they think I'm going further back in time I'm gonna shove their heads so far up their as-
"Heavens no," Harry responds, cutting off my thoughts. "Although that would be more pleasant and save me a lot of eye rolls from this one," he mutters under his breath. I shoot him a glare and sit back in my seat. "She is from beyond our time."
"Sorry, I feel like I'm missing something," I voice, sitting up straight in my seat. "My name isn't Grace, it's Lacey."
"There was another girl like you. She was from the past, you are from the future," Harry explains, leaning towards me. My eyes widen and something inside me lifts.
