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Louis and Harry were visiting Louis’ grandparents, in their summer house. A lovely little cottage with a big garden filled with flowers and greenery. When Louis was little he loved to run around in it, pretending he was a fairy or an explorer about to discover a new animal.
He had seen some animals through the years like toads, snails and hedgehogs, but all of them had been discovered before.
On his adventures through the garden he had run into his grandmother’s garden gnomes. A collection that had grown over the years.
Now Louis and Harry were standing in the garden, looking out over it all. Flowers everywhere and amongst them the gnome hats peeked through every here and there.
All of a sudden Harry started chanting next to him in a language he’d never heard before. It started as a mumbled but slowly got louder and louder as the day shifted into night in a few seconds.
The grass and flowers started to rustle and Louis could see movement. Then angry, glowing, red eyes appeared out of nowhere. He tried to take Harry’s hand to pull him away, to save him but Harry refused.
When Louis turned towards him to try and argue he saw Harry’s otherwise green, comforting eyes as red and glowing as the gnomes.
Louis let out a loud scream, trying to run away, but the gnomes were faster. They attacked him, jumping out from everywhere, dragging him down to the ground as Harry continued to chant.
“Help!” Louis screamed as loudly as he could but an evil laugh broke through the sound of barking gnomes trying to get a bite out of Louis.
“Please, no,” Louis whined, trying to get away from the angry gnomes and their sharp teeth.
“Louis, honey,” he heard Harry’s soft voice in the distance. “It’s just a dream. It’s okay.”
“No, no, get away from me. You’re the garden gnome leader! You’re their leader!” Louis shouted, waving around in bed trying to get away from Harry’s long arms and legs, while he slowly woke up.
“Louis, babe, I’m not the garden gnome leader,” Harry replied slightly amused. “I would never. Now, please lay down again.”
“I don’t believe you until I see your eyes,” Louis protested and covered his own to shield himself, but when he peeked through his fingers he only saw Harry’s calm, green eyes looking at him with love.
”See. I’m not the garden gnome leader. Come, let me hold you,” Harry said calmly and Louis slowly scooted closer, melting into his warm embrace.