Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

October 20th.

Kicking my board up off the ground I stop by the school stairs wondering if going in was a good idea.

My heart was racing and I felt like I might've been dying.

I couldn't catch my breath and the idea of having to be in such a small space with that many people for hours felt worse.

I could feel my head throbbing just at the thought of it. My leg was aching from the cold and I could barely think properly. I just couldn't seem to get my heart to slow down.

I was hitting some peak in my chest where it would spike and stab me. "What is your problem?" Louis huffs. "Nothing."

"You look like shit." He pushes the hair from my face. Staring at me like I'd called me the unspeakable.

My heart was stopping. I could feel it happening.

"Whats your shirt? What band is that?" I couldn't think. I didn't want to just ignore him. "Uh- I think it's- Asap rocky." I felt sick.

"You don't really seem like the type that likes his music." He laughs.

My head was spinning, I felt violently ill.

Like I'd just sat on a rollercoaster for hours and let myself get dizzy. "What's on the bottom of your board?" I hold it up. "Bread."

"Bread?" He repeats. "Bread." I choked out.

"You like bread? Or was it the cheapest one there?" He judges. "I love bread. Garlic bread is my favourite bread." Louis hums. "I see. Yeah no that makes sense."

"I would eat it all the time if it didn't make my breath smell bad." He shakes his head laughing. "Lemon juice." He says. "Hm?"

"My mum always bought the lemon juice from Asda. The really cheap small one. She'd pour us a shot and you'd drink that. Got rid of the smell."

"Did it work?" He shrugs. "Haven't had any complaints. I always keep a bottle of it with me somewhere. Just incase."

"Just pure lemon juice?" My teeth were hurting just thinking about it. "Yeah. It's way worse than you'd imagine. Like it makes my stomach curl just thinking about it."

"That's really gross." Darla throws her arm over his shoulder. I brush my finger under her chin. "Hi pretty girl."

"Hi. Why are you guys stood on the stairs?" Louis shrugs. "Waiting for you. I don't know he was just stood there like a dickhead."

"Where's Evan?" I asked. "Surfing." Louis sighs. "Don't even know why I asked."

"No clue." We were stood there in silence for a second and I started to panic a little. Staring at them, the pleading look of Louis face telling me not to. "You know romans used to brush their teeth with piss?"

Nothing. I got no reaction. I feel like that deserved a little bit of a reaction.

"What do you recon their piss tasted like? I doubt they got the right nutrients and shit so it probably wasn't very good." Louis lets out a deep breath. "You saying you'd brush your teeth with their piss if it was 'good'?"

"I mean no but like if I was a Roman and it was desperate then maybe," I couldn't help myself. I'd started laughing like an idiot. "Wait no that sounds weird."

"Really? Me asking you if you'd drink their piss and your replying yes was weird? You need some serious therapy." Evan jumps up the steps and I turn to face him.

"Evan guess what." He laughs. "What?" He seemed excited. "Romans used to brush their teeth with their piss."

"You're kidding? No way? Wouldn't that taste weird though- would it even help?" I shrugged, the stupid grin on my face. "I have no idea. I have never brushed my teeth with piss."

"Interesting. Did you guys wait for me? That's so cute." They both point to me. "I didn't say anything. You guys waited."

"Aww, Darla you're so cute." He throws his arm over her shoulder. "Your hair isn't wet." I said.

"Uh- no, I— dried it." I looked at Louis for some extra reassurance but he seemed just as confused. "Evan where'd you go?"

"Surfing." He clears his throat. Grabbing his jacket I turn him around holding him against the locker.

I didn't say anything. Watching his face go pale had answered enough.

Taking a step back I gave him a soft smile. Just waiting for his eyes to move towards whoever it was. Which they did. "Harry please don't."

"No. We're gonna use our brains for this. Can you guys get here tonight? Around like- 8?" They all nod. "Harry please. Just leave it."

"No. Sorry I respect you and your choices but this does not get left alone."

*a couple hours and shop later*

"What are we here for?" I hold up the bag. "To ruin a young boys life."

"You know there's cameras right." Louis says. "I turned them off. Duh. If you're just here to make stupid comments then you can leave."

"All you ever do is make stupid comments. I make one and you turn into the biggest bitch of the east." I would've laughed if it wasn't Louis.

"So you admit it was a stupid comment?" He groans. Storming off like a child.

Laughing to myself for a second. He was kind of funny. "The door is locked genius."

"Louis, seriously if you keep talking I fear I may actually go through with killing myself. Shut, the fuck. Up. I am aware the door is locked. You know why?"

"Why?" He smirks. "Cause i fucking locked it. Dickweed."

"You're so mean Harry." Opening the door I push Louis through first to test the alarm.

"Move around- not you. You wait out here." Louis goes to walk out and I walked back in. "It's fine. I just had to know if the alarm was going to go off."

"Are you fucking joking?"

"I tend to into joke about your hair or your height. I would never joke about trespassing."

"You're so stupid it actually hurts. I feel myself losing life." Pumping my fist up quietly celebrating I push him down the other hallway.

"Does anybody know if this roof is stable?" Evan nods. "It's concrete. I hid out here for a while one time. The schools shit but their pest control is great."

"Lovely" grabbing the broom from beside the locker I push the vent in. "What are you gonna do Harry? Climb in?"

"Louis that's the only correct thing you've said all week." He scoffs. "And how are you getting up?"

"You know these things? They're called legs. Right? And so I'm going to use them to jump really really high." Evan giggles behind me.

"Louis having someone else sass him is my favourite thing." I was just sort of hoping I don't cut my hand off on the edge of the tile.

So I tested it. It was just cold.

"Okay I need you to open his locker. The combination is 8632." Pulling myself up I roll onto the cold floor. "How did you just- what the fuck."

"Open the locker Darla." I felt a little bit like spider man. But hanging like this was giving me a headache. "Okay it's open."

"Lovely." Louis frowns at me. "What are you doing?"