Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

October 31st.

"Louis' drunk." Darla says. "I figured." She rests her head on my arm. "Do you think Evan is nice?"

"Yeah why?" She huffs. "I just wanted to know. He gives me flowers and he talks to me but he never really gives any sign of actual liking. He just sort of smiles and calls me buddy."

"He called you buddy?"

"All the time yeah. We've been friend since we were five you'd think the awkwardness would've died down but it didn't."

"I don't think it's awkwardness, I think he just likes you." She cackles. "You're funny."

She stumbles off, dancing with the group of people she'd befriended earlier. "Harry I n-need your help." Louis stammers.

Dragging me back by my shirt. "I-" he hiccups when he's drunk apparently. "I need you to stand with me." He whispered. Staring at me like he was about to say something.

"Are you drink?" I shake my head. "You're not drink- drunk. Oh god. What's about- tips? Tisp-y? Tipsy?"

"A little bit." He stumbles to the side, walking off back to where he was.

I didn't know what god do, I just sort of stood and watched. "What the fuck." Trying to make my way through the crowd towards the door I finally reach it.

It was too busy for me to just sit there. So I went up to the roof. Taking the bottle I'd put in my pocket, drinking it slowly.

Swinging my feet while I freeze to death. Wondering how far a drop it was and if I'd survive it without drawing any attention to myself.

Then I heard the hiccups. The moment of solitude was gone. "Harry.."

He sits on the edge beside me so I pull him back. "Don't fucking do that." He pushes my hand away. "You're going to fall."

"Who gives a fuck." He bites back. "Why'd you come outside if you're just going to try bite my head off?" He groans. "I just wanted to fucking sit outside. Am I not allowed?"

"I never said that. I just don't want to be outside with you if you're going to act like a dick." He scoffs. "Fucking ironic coming from you isn't it?"

Started to stand up I felt his cold hand press on my thigh pushing me back down. "Don't go in a mood Harry."

"My god you're fucking insufferable when you're sober and even worse when you're drunk." His face falls flat. "Sorry."

"See it's not nice. You can't just say shit to people Louis it's fucking hurtful." I wasn't sure what I was drinking but it wasn't good.

"Can you please look at me." He breaths. "No." I stare down at the ground. "Why?"

"I don't want to." He moved closer. "I promise I'll be nicer," He kisses my neck. "I'll be nicer to you I swear."

Pressing his hand on my cheek he turns me to face him. "I can be nicer." He whispered, holding his thumb over my lips. "You're drunk."

"Doesn't matter." His fingers tangle in my hair dragging me down to him. "It does."

"Stop freaking out." He presses his lips to mine. Kissing me slowly with his hands holding me in.

The taste of whiskey was making it harder to enjoy. He was kissing me.

But I wasn't sure it was best for either of us that it was happening. "Please don't be mad at me." He whines. Kissing my neck with his teeth sinking in a little.

Kissing up and back onto my lips. Harder than before meaning he was about to stop.

"Why the fuck are your lips oily?" He groans. Wiping around his mouth. "It's lip balm. Calm down." His face fell from drunk to angry.

"Fuck pathetic. You know that?" Standing up and storming off without any reason or explanation.

"Jesus what's his problem?" The guy laughed. Sitting beside me as the tears built up in my eyes. "Shit, are you okay?" It was starting to feel less like a drink and more like a smack to the head. "I'm fine."

"Did he do something?" He grabs my face, wiping around my mouth and under my eyes. "I'm Vince. My brother told me to come check for strays."

"I'll leave in a second." He tuts. "No don't even worry. I just had to make sure nobody had tried anything stupid. Did he say something? He's not a very nice person but he means well."

"No he fucking doesn't." I argued. "You're Evan's friend right?" I nod. "We surf together sometimes. He said Louis found a new victim but I sort of expected you to be- meaner."

"I'm drunk." He kisses his teeth. "Yeah. My girlfriend has this drink that she loves, helps her stay vertical and happy without the dreaded urge to die."

I'd been dragged back downstairs. Hiding in the corner of the kitchen. The girl handing me a cup. My heart went from my stomach to my throat. "Oh god- fuck I didn't, there's nothing bad watch I'll drink some."

She drinks a little, spilling it on her chin. "See, all good, all clean. I really didn't- mean to seem creepy." The worst that happens is I fall asleep.

I didn't really care as much as she might've thought. It tastes kind of nice.

Not great but not the worst.

"There you are. How you feeling? I heard you got the drunk Louis conversation." I huff out a laugh. "Sure."

"He really doesn't mean anything. He's just saying shit that he can't say to his dad. He's just a fucking idiot. Vince how you doing?"

"I'm good man, pulled a muscle surfing somehow and it hurt but I'm pretty good..."

I'd spaced out. Snuck out of the conversation and just fallen down in the hallway.

The one person I wanted beside me was the reason I needed somebody beside me. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"Fuck off." He sits beside me. "You're mad at me-" he moves himself so he's in front of my face. "I didn't mean it."

He brushes his hand over my cheek. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to hurt you."

He kisses my cheek. "I'm sorry." He kept repeating it over and over but the more he said it the less he meant it.

The hallway was empty. Seemed to be the only place that was. Ironic I know.

The one time I want people around, there's nobody. "Louis stop."

"I didn't mean to say it. I got angry and I said it out loud." He pulls me to face him. "I don't care. The second you don't get your own way you'll be right back to hurting my feelings."

"I'm sorry." He pulls me down. Hearing someone behind him and bolting. "Clearly."