Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 4th.

"How'd you do that?" Willow slams her hands onto my table. "Huh?" She was fucking scary. I've never personally spoken to her but still.

"How'd you get her to do?" She whispered. "I can take it back if you want."

"I'll kill you. How'd you do it? I've been trying since third grade, you're here for a week and she's suddenly got my number?" I blow her a kiss. "Don't start with me."

"Willow, just take it. You've got the pretty girl all to yourself, like a little secret- what did she do?" Her cheeks went pink. "Did you-"

"Shut up. Fuck you." She storms off. Luna walking in looking as innocent as ever.

Willow stumbling over her own feet. "What did you do?" I whispered. "I don't know. She's been acting weird all night."

"Shes stumbling over her feet Luna. What did you do?" She kisses my cheek sitting in her seat. Louis burning a hole through my head. Glaring at me. "What's your problem?"

"I don't fucking have one." He slams his books down. Everybody just sort of gave him a side eye but it quickly stopped. "Grumpy much."

"Harry shut the fuck up." He spits through his teeth. "You shut up."

The day went by pretty quick. By the end of the day my legs were just as bad as yesterday. "I think this is the right one." I hand her the single flower. "You're sure?"

"No. Willow is not an easy person to talk to. But she's still a girl and you're really pretty so I don't think she'll care about it too much.

"I want it to be the right one. It should be fine. Thank you." She leans up, kissing my cheek.

"I hope it goes well. Tell me next time you see me okay." She jumps back a little. "I will. Thank you again. Seriously I wish I could repay you."

"Keep me in the loop and that'll be all I need." I tuck the hair behind her ear. "I'll see you when I see you." I nod. "Have fun."

Watching her skip down the hallway with everybody's heads following I turn back around, Louis leaning against the locker beside me. "Fuck! What is wrong with you?"

"How'd you manage that then?" I didn't really understand so I just ignored it. "Are we back to the silent treatment?"

"No, that's the second day in a row that you've worn that." I laughed. "It's warm and my heating is broke. How did you get her then? Do you even like girls?" Oh.

"I'm not talking to you about this are you kidding." I started to walk away hearing him follow behind me. "Tell me. I'm curious, what does it take to get to you?"

"First off I think not being used as a sex toy is pretty good." He laughs. Even making it next to me. "Really? Well I mean it's too late now so there's no point me changing right."

"You're such a dick." He pulls me back. "Did you want to come over?"

"No I have somewhere to be." He nods. "Okay." Well now I fucking feel back. "I'll text you when I'm free." His smile widens. "Okay."

Idiot.

"Call me if you get lost."

Fuck you.

Now I'm smiling like an idiot. "Whatever."

I didn't even have anything to do I just don't think I could handle him for this many hours in a row.

So I went home and I painted. "Oh that's- holy fuck." Nina rests her chin on my head. "You like it?"

"Harry it's beautiful. You painted this whole thing in a couple hours?"

"Yeah I was a little out of it for most of the time." She hums. "Who is it?"

"Nobody in particular. I saw a picture of it and wanted to paint it." She nods. "Looks a little bit like a siren." The doorbell rang and we both stared out at the hallway confused.

Making my way down the hallway the rain gets quieter then louder again.

Louis falling into my arms taking in a sharp shaky breath. "Oh- fuck. Hey, you're okay. What's wrong?" He coughs out another cry.

Closing the door with my foot I hug him a little tighter. "I didn't know where else to go."

"It's fine. I just need you to breathe. It's okay." He was soaked. He had a car and yet every time he's around he's soaked. "I can't."

"Does he need a blanket?" Jordan asks. "Yeah. Please." I could smell smoke and whiskey. It was a lot stronger than usual. "My chest hurts."

"Come on." Moving him to the living room he steps back. "I can't sit down." He cries. "Honey don't worry about it. The couch can be washed, it's just a bit of rain."

"Most of it isn't rain." He sobs. "That's okay." He shakes his head. "I can't. I don't want- to ruin it." Nina brushes his cheek. "It's okay. Just sit down with Harry."

"Come on." He hesitantly sat down. Right in the corner with his hands on his lap. "What happened? You smell like cigarettes and whiskey."

"My dad got mad at me." He was sat so uncomfortably I didn't understand. "Did he hurt you?"

"No." He lied. His hands clenching his thighs. "You can relax. You're okay. You're safe." His shoulders slump a little bit that was it. "It smells really bad."

"You can shower in a minute I just need you to calm down first." Nina hands him a tin. "You want some cookies? Harry made them."

"Nina he's sort of still freaking out." I laughed. "No I know but they're really good cookies." She sets the tin down. Kissing the top of his head. "Blanket."

He holds it out covering him completely, just leaving his face out. "Thank you."

"We're gonna go pick up some food, Louis do you have any allergies or anything?"

"He can't have mustard, or eggs." He had pieces of ash still stuck in his hair. "Okay. We'll be right back. Bye kiddies."

"Bye," I said through a laugh. "What the fuck." The front door closed and I turned to him, asking again. "What happened?"

"He just got mad at me. It's nothing new." Pulling him into my side I kiss the top of his head, feeling him slowly turn into jelly.

"It was worse this time though?" He stayed quiet. "You're okay."

"He just kept screaming," his voice muffled into my chest. "Tipping things on me telling me that I was embarrassing him. His friends were laughing."

"Does he know where you are?" He sniffles. "He doesn't care. He locked the doors so I couldn't get back in."

"Come on then. Let's get you showered. Nina might kill me if I don't help you get sorted."

It took a while to get him into the shower. He just sat at the bottom of it curled up in a ball. So I sat down with him. Trying to wash his hair without asking him questions.

I could just hear him sniffling. Trying to keep himself quiet made this worse.