Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

October 31st.

Here's what we're gonna do.
Pretend you don't see the artists names and pretend Louis wrote every single song you're reading😁k? Cool.

"I have a show I have to play tonight and my guitarist just told me she's quitting because I'm, mean." I gasp. "That's crazy. I don't care."

"I need you to help me. Please." Louis Tomlinson, asking for help? Weird.

"No I'm good." He grabs my arm dragging me back. "Harry please. Please I can not go on stage without a guitarist I need help."

"That is wild. But as I said. No." His pleasing little eyes were just under the level of pity I was willing to give. "Harry please."

"Nope." Walking away I heard the small chatter behind me. Questioning it but ignoring it. "I don't know what else to do. Harry please. Please I need help."

"Don't you have like- friends- oh, sorry. No. Because you're mean." I pout. "It's not funny."

"It's a little funny. I don't want to help you though." He drops his head back. "Harry.."

"Oh, my god. What is happening right now? Are you actually throwing a tantrum? Don't be such a mard arse Louis. Maybe if you were nicer."

"Harry I'm about to play in front of 6 thousand people. If I don't play I'm gonna go be done."

"Not my fault." I shrugged. "Harry please. Please?" Fucking damn it.

*a soundcheck and a couple songs later*

"This is- fucking, worst case scenario." It's a mystery as to why he's got so many fucking fans.

Seriously, in another life I bet he was nice and got screwed over by some rat or something and now he's just a dick to everybody.

"Give me all the worst in you just to make me bleed like I can't see..."

I was trying my hardest to stay out of it for as long as I could and just daydream about bread or something.

But despite his horrible personality, he's still- Louis.

"Wanna give you all the worst of me. It's all I see and I couldn't get anymore from home,
So it's all I ask, cause it's all I know, won't you give it back..."

He's got so many songs just crying out for help and nobody listens. It's the only reason I'm never going to be completely honest with what I want to say.

Part of me wonders if half of what he says to people is him or his dad.

"And I'm asking for the same, I'm taking all the blame, but I can't think any faster..."

The people in the crowd seemed to be the only people on earth that would've ever really listened to him completely and understand.

Yet they're all still people just the same.

You can't save a sinking ship.

I hadn't really ever been a fan for his music but they only ever really played two songs and I never enjoyed them.

"Nothing I do is ever good enough..."

But this was worrying. Seriously worrying.

Fuck what I said about not being able to help him.

"I begin to shake for no reason at all..."

His lyrics were overshadowed by the fucking notes he was hitting. I knew he could sing but this was something else.

"Evan in the drums," he laughs. "Darla on the bass," she bows as everybody screams. "Harry on electric." It got louder. Darla looks over at me wide eyed. "Holy shit."

"Then there's me.." he holds his hands under his chin. Everybody screaming as loud as they could for a good twenty seconds before the next song started.

He had such a wide range of songs. There were genres of music I didn't even know he liked.

Take me first was not the type of song I'd imagined he'd sing but holy shit was the guitar on it good.

All his songs had such good guitar parts.

"Serotonin stole the moment..."

The rest of the show was sort of a blur. Me and Darla had danced and span as much as we could until we got dizzy.

Apparently he's never played some of the songs he played. Everybody seemed so surprised.

They were waiting outside for him but he hated the idea of going out there. Then he disappeared for a minute before I saw his dad walk past us. "Wanker."

Louis hits my arm. "Don't." He let out a sigh as his dad walked back over. "You must be Harry." He smiles. "Mhm."

"You've got glitter on your face. Do you want a wipe?" I shake my head. "No it's there on purpose. Thanks though."

"You're the one that likes boys." Oh that was never good. "Sure."

"My son doesn't like boys you know that right?" I laugh. "Okay? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well you're new here so, I had to tell you. Just because I know he can be quite the eye catcher."

"Bullet catcher right through my eyes more like." His jaw clenched. "I don't want you near my son the way I know you intend."

"If anybody ever finds me near your son I promise it will be because I am going to kill myself and I want to personally hand him my suicide note. You're very pushy."

Louis steps back as his dad gets closer. "I know what you've done Harry. I could get you done."

"It was expunged. Plus he had it coming. You can't threaten me, I am here in exchange for bread. So calm your tits."

Louis pulls me back. "We're gonna go talk to people." Must've been really bad if Louis said it. "I'll see you next week." He scheduled time with his kid? "Bye."

Louis drags me the opposite way, his shaky hands hiding in his pockets. "Sorry. I really don't know when to shut up."

"No it's fine I just needed a second and I- forgot to let go of your shirt." I move the hair from his face. "Turns out your music isn't shit. I always thought it was shit."

"Oh, that's great." He lets out a shaky sigh. "I really didn't mean to talk as much as I did."

"If you end up blacklisted. You know who it was." He drops his head against my chest. "I think I'm actually safe you know. I mean he always threatens but he never goes through with it. Just sort of says shit with no meaning."

"Just be careful." Holding the back of his head I tried to help as best I could. Talking shit never really worked so I just stood with him.

"It's never gonna work you know that right?" My favourite part of this awkward silence.

An even more awkward moment that overlaps.

"No I know." He nods. "It was a moment of weakness. I just don't want to string you along." It was getting more awkward now.

"It's fine. Just calm down." I would've been lying if I said I didn't want it to work.