Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 4th.

"Hey- Harry don't do too much, be careful." Nina tuts at me. "Kid you're gonna break your back or something."

"Jordan I very much doubt me standing on a ladder will break my back. It's fine." Nina pulls my shirt down. "Be careful." I could feel the unhealed scars just pulling.

I wanted to throw up.

I was going to throw up. "Harry." I nod. Running towards the bathroom slamming the door before falling to my knees.

"Look at what you fucking did!" He yells. "You're a fucking disgrace!" He grabs my hair, my headache pulsing down my eyes. "Get to your fucking room! I'll fucking give you something to cry about!"

He pushes me into the stairs, my head hitting the skirting board. "Move it!"

I heard a knock at the door so I stuck my leg out holding it shut. "I'm- fine." My back was bleeding. I couldn't see anything.

"Harry I need to sort out your back." Jordan says quietly. "No, no you can't. You can't fix it."

"Harry please let me in." He says quietly. My foot slowly giving in. "Where's Louis?"

"Downstairs. Looking at your paintings." The door opens and I just sat there for a good forty minutes while he tried to fix it.

"You need to listen when we say you can't do too much." He tucks the hairs behind my ears.

"I was fine." I stand up from the floor. "I know that kid, I know you can do it but you have limits. Change your shirt and then you're all sorted okay."

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." He kisses my forehead. "You're not at fault for it."

Changing my shirt took a lot longer than I'm willing to admit. But I'd forgotten to close my door. I saw the slight shadow before I slammed the door.

My heart racing as I fall to the floor. "Louis?" I cried. "I didn't." He opens the door slowly.

"Don't fucking lie to me." I cover over my eyes trying to get my sight back completely. "Okay barely anything. Maybe like a split second."

"Oh god." He pulls my hands down. "Don't press your eyes. It'll just make it worse."

He pulls himself between my legs. Holding his thumbs over my temple.

My head falls back against the wall, still mad at him for reasons I wasn't even sure were his fault. "You just let me say all that shit to you." He breaths out. "I've heard worse."

"Doesn't make it right. You could've stopped me." I shrug. "Need the humbling moment."

"I acted like a dick. There wasn't anything about that, that you needed to hear." He drops his hands on his knees. "My ass hurts." I mumbled. "You're say like a fucking idiot."

"So what are your dying questions then Louis? I know you have some." He didn't seem happy about my comment. "Harry this isn't something you can just joke about."

"If I didn't I'd be dead." He smacks my leg. "Stop. Seriously this isn't funny. You can't do that."

"You wanted me dead a couple days ago okay. So you don't get to do this. Not like you actually care anyway, you just needed somebody and my house is open-" nice.

Real nice.

"That came out wrong." He snickers. "You fucking came out wrong."

"I didn't mean it like that- I did but I don't know why I said it. I'm in pain and I ran out of my meds so I'm just- being a dick." He nods.

"I wanna go back," he says. "To a couple weeks ago, before everything was out in the open and shitty. First two weeks you were here were probably the only two weeks I've ever enjoyed."

"You're cute." I tap his nose. "Is this why you weren't doing pe the other day?"

"Yeah. I sort of moved weird trying to pick up my clothes and my back sort of- popped." The look of disgusted on his face made me cackle.

"Sorry." I hold my hands over my stomach. "Don't be, it was funny." He just seemed distraught. Then he went pale. "When I tackled you, Denny came over and you were like- stiff as fuck."

"No it was fine he just freaked out." I lied. His shoulders slump. "I almost just killed myself."

I didn't want him feel like shit for the rest of the night. "Are you gonna stay the night or, am I gonna see you in school?"

"Depends when my panic sets in." He said calmly. "You have a routine for this shit?"

"I don't do this shit on purpose Harry. I have issues." If looks could kill. "So do I but I don't run away from them."

"You couldn't run away from anything if you tried." I've sort of missed this. "You're such a loser." He smacks his hand over his heart.

"I'm wounded. I don't think I can recover from this one." He drops himself into me. "You're being mean."

"Oh.. see that's too far." Standing up from the floor I drag him with me. Watching him step back quickly. "You okay?" He nods. "Yeah."

I wanted to kiss him but he's been pretty distant with it. I didn't really know what I could do.

He was staring at me like he knew I wanted him. "Prettiest girl ever." He laughs, swiping his thumb over my cheek.

"Harry-" My phone rang, making him stop mid sentence. "Sorry, just one second."

"Hi Luna...
Not Luna...
How'd you like the flower?...
I knew you were behind it, what did you say to her that made her like me? Cause she liked you two days ago...
Nothing, did you like the flower then?...
Yes...
Knew it, I'm trying to group up a collection to see how many you'll take...
Do you know what she likes?...
Movies? There's a rerun of love actually...
Do you think she'll go with me though?...
I don't see why not...
That's the Christmas one right?...
Mhm, okay I have to go but I'll text you the details of everything and you can let me know if you need help with it. Okay?...
Thanks, I guess...
You're so cute.. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Isn't love actually a Christmas film?" Louis asks. "Mhm. They play it in November a couple times then in December. They do reruns of all the Christmas films you just have to find them."

"Oh." He seemed so awkward. "What's wrong? Why the sudden change mood?"

"There's no change." There was change. "You are acting like we just now met." He squints like he's in pain. "I'm fine."

"Clearly." Taking his hand I drag him downstairs before he combusts. "Hi kiddies."