Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

October 26th.

"Looking at it from this perspective I feel like- letters still should not be in math." Darla clicks at Evan. "My point exactly."

"X is 3." I mumbled with a mouth full of bread. "And that's stupid. I can deal with worded questions but when you need to use them to solve the question, that's where I draw the line- what the fuck are you listening to?"

"Mariah Carey." Evan huffs. "That's like the sixth time in a row."

"I like the song." I shrug.

"I can tell but this is ridiculous. Listen to something else. Please." I shake my head, pushing the headphone over my ear and carrying on with my work.

Louis sat in front of me. Holding a box that had a little smiley face with exed out eyes on it.

Pushing it towards me I just carried on with my work. Looking up with his pleading little eyes stare through my soul. "This doesn't make anything better."

"It's just bread." He snarks. "Doesn't help." I take the box, watching him lean over as I open it. "Garlic bread." He whispered. "You're still a dick."

"You're still a rich little cunt." He purses his lips. "Seriously?" He nods. "Yes."

"You're too close to me." He pouts. "You don't like the bread?"

"No I like the bread I'm just not particularly fond of you right now. How about this, your music sucks and you're a bitch."

"Rude." He pouts. "Oh so you can say mean things to me but I can't do this same?" His mouth opens. "You're kidding?"

"I'm sorry, not once have I ever said anything remotely as rude as you said to me. It was mean and rude and you were a dick about it and the fact that you think it's true is also pissing me off."

"You said that. You said you moved because you didn't want to work. You grew up around money, you moved away to more money. There's only one thing that was reciprocated in this story."

"Would you like me to tell you why it is that I lived? Would you like me to explain my life story to you Louis? Hm? Would you? Cause I'm not entirely sure I'm willing to talk about the shit deal I got in life at 11 am. Just because your dad treats you like shit doesn't mean you get to do the same to me."

"Excuse me?" I set my pen down. "I get that you're mad at him and can't show it because he'd rather be on call talking about work. But that is not my fault. Stop taking your shit out of me cause if I did that, I would still be in jail. I am going to do my work and if you talk I will blow my brains out in front of you."

Sitting back in my seat I pull my headphones back over my ears. Losing the page that I was on. "Damn it Louis you made me lose my page."

Darla turns me back a couple pages. Tapping to the question I was at. "Thank you."

Evan and Darla were whispering and giggling to each other about god knows what and I was just half arsed doing my work.

I wasn't really interested in doing it before all that.

But the longer I spent trying to do it the more I felt bad about yelling it all at him.

So I followed him. Like a creep.

All the way to his car. "Louis I'm sorry." He shrugs. "Doesn't matter."

"No it does. I was mad at you for talking to me like shit and then I did the same, it didn't help and I just— I get mad really easily and I took it out on you I know I shouldn't have but it just pissed me off. I'm sorry."

"My dad keeps yelling at me." He mumbled. "I know, I get it. I swear I do. I get that the world thinks you're this really unemotional little tool but I know what you're doing. It doesn't help."

"Gotten me this far." I take a step back. "I get that. I'm not telling you what to feel I just, don't like how far you're willing to go to keep yourself from feeling."

"You're not a rich idiot then?" I sigh. "I wish." I huffed out a laugh. "So then why'd you move?"

"I just needed to apologise for being a dick." He slowly looks up at me. "I wanna know. I'm good at keeping secrets."

"I don't want to give you some stupid little pity story." He drops his head back. "Oh god this is gonna be worse than I wanted it to be."

"What to do you mean?" He slowly lets out a sigh. "You said the other day that you didn't have a room and I guess it only clicked for me when I was watching you, angrily pretend to do your work just then that I'd fucked up."

"It's fine." He pulls me back as I try to walk away. "Can you just, talk to me. Arguing with you sort of hurts. I can't hate you anymore it makes me feel bad."

"There's not exactly a lot to say. My parents had me, didn't like me, had a girl. Loved her. Kicked me out once they got sick of me."

"There's so much between that though." I start to pick at my nails. "Louis seriously it's fine."

"It's not and you know it. We still have to do the project. Do you think we could call a truce and do that instead? Find something else that I hate about you and just make fun of you."

"You just need something to make fun of me for?" He nods. "Yes. Stupid question."

"Whatever. I have to do something so I'll text you and you can drive to mine."

"I can't go with you?" He sounded desperate. "No I have to go alone." I'd skated off before I had the chance to feel bad.

Making it to the charity event, the awkward silence filling my head with some weird thoughts.

I could feel myself slowly going inside. "Do you think orphans in the 1200's ever got adopted?" I whispered. The women beside me seemed mortified. "No? Hm. Me either."

It was hurting me to stay this quiet. "What about if they had really good singing voices? Do you think the king would've taken them in? Or do you think he'd just force them to be his jesters?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have to talk? Seriously it's fucking ridiculous." That's like the sixth person I'd pissed off tonight. "And to my grandson. Thank you for being here. It means so much."

I blow her a kiss. The lady beside me going wide eyed, god knows why. 

"I'm sure you've had enough of my talking, Harry they're waiting for your songs." If Louis was here, I would've killed myself.

If anybody I knew was here I would've.

But especially Louis.

I mean I knew these people they're at most of the events I go to.

But they're old and I don't mind them.

"This is grapejuice." I said with a smile.

I only ever had three songs that I had to do. Today I was pretty happy with my choices.

Grapejuice, daydreaming and late night talking. They were Nina's favourites.