Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 12th.

"Harry you've been in your room for days. Come on." Louis pushes my door open.

"Get out, whore." He snickers. "Charming. Get up." He clicks at me. "I can't." I sigh. "You can. Use your legs, get up come on."

"I physically cannot. I saw my dad on the news and it scared me and I started cleaning. Nina had to drag me out of the bathtub after I blacked out."

"What were you doing in the bathtub?" He leans over. "Take a guess."

"I just need you to get up and out before you shrivel up and forget how to speak." I turn over, slowly. "I'm not leaving."

"I didn't mean for what I said to sound bitchy, Harry. You know that. Come on, please. I need you, to get out of bed." He kisses my cheek.

"Don't kiss me, sket. I don't want your diseases." He lets out a long sigh. "Don't call me a sket, that's mean. I don't have diseases. You're about to if you don't get out of bed. Seriously when did you last shower?"

"You come into my house and kind of break up with me, leave for a few days, come back and offend me? I want you gone."

"Okay one, wasn't dating, two, there's worse things I could've said and you know it. Get up."

"Not until you stop being a little bitch." He groans. "Baby I'm not- fucking- fall in a ditch. I'm done. That's it I'm done."

He starts to storm off. "Louis." He spins around. "What?"

"Can you stay. Please. I promise I'll leave you alone." He makes his way back over. Laying beside me with an angry look on his face.

"I missed you." I said. "Fuck off." He grumbled out. "I know you missed me."

"I didn't. I actually enjoyed the peace and quiet." I can't kiss him but maybe he'll let me hide his hand. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Why?" He huffs. "Helps me sleep." He didn't move an inch. I moved my hand back under my cheek, closing my eyes but opening them not even a second later.

My heart racing in my throat. I tried to play it off and just ignore it but it wasn't working.

I just could not sleep. My eyes were burning, and getting worse every time I blinked. Which I did a lot because they were drying up.

I'd turned over and just tried to quietly cry myself to sleep.

But I felt the bed dip a little more where I was. His hand resting on my cheek, brushing his fingers over my hair.

My eyes closing within seconds of him being there.

I didn't want to fall asleep because I knew he'd be gone when I woke up. So I just hugged him one last time. "Harry-"

"Just one last hug. Promise I'll let you go after this. You can go after this," His hand stayed on the back of my head, my head lying on his chest. "I just need one last hug."

This was probably the last decent amount of sleep I was going to get. So I thought I'd take advantage of it.

I went to sleep at 5 pm, it's now 6 am. I was alone yet again, but his cologne still lingered in my room a little.

I hugged my pillow hoping for the same effect but I didn't have his arms squashing me.

I'd forced myself out of bed and into school eventually. "Harry!" Luna yells. "Hi." She falls into my arms sighing. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Kissing the top of her head she jumps back, a massive grin on her face.

"How did it go with Louis? Did you ask him? Did he tell you anything?" I started cackling like an idiot just thinking about it. "He thought we were dating."

Her cheeks puff up a little. "You're kidding?" She laughs. "No. That's why he was so upset and weird about everything. But then he fucked it up and overthought it. Now he's just being distant because he wants to."

"Really cause he was asking about you yesterday, and the day before- in fact I really should've known because he was asking some weird ass questions the other day."

"Yeah I was thinking the same thing. Anyway how's it going?" She nods slowly. "It's going good. Great? I don't know. I mean it's different, I've had boyfriends and they've been alright but Willow is nice, she's actually nice."

"Yeah, I told you it would be. It's relaxing, feels safer. Wish I liked girls." She shakes her head.

"Idiot. Okay I have to go find her before she starts attacking." Seems she's already found a victim. "Oh god."

Willow has always been 'aggressive' I guess people would say, she's just never had anybody around to talk to if you ask me. "Love ya." She kisses my cheek running away.

If you ask me I think Willow just needs some fucking therapy.

"Harry you little neek get back here." Louis drags me back like a dog.

You know who else needs therapy? Louis does. And a fucking swift kick across his stupid little head.

"You know, if I did this to you- I would be dead." He shrugs, mumbling out a noise. "I doubt it. Don't give a shit really. I need you next to me cause this weird ass mother fucker keeps talking to me."

"You mean making conversation?" He sits me down at my seat. "Don't be a fucking idiot Harry."

"You know I spent the last two days crying over this and you treat me like this? It's ridiculous." Those stupid fucking dimples. "I missed you too."

"Clearly." I really hated this class. Unlike all the other rooms, this one was like the tables at my old school. It sat two people.

The victim, and then the fucking absolute dickhead of a man next to them.

I was the victim.

"You know. If you're just gonna pout at me all day then I'll move." He leans over my work. "Yeah?" He nods. "You gonna go sit with someone else? Talk to them how you talk to me?"

"I'm feeling spontaneous so maybe." I rest my chin on my hand. "Go on then. Go talk to somebody how you talk to me. Cause it's either gonna get you laid or killed and I'm really hoping for the second."

"I think my chances are fifty fifty. You're just a little bitch." He rolls his eyes. "You and I both know I'm the only person you would have a conversation with Louis. Don't beat yourself up about it my love it's okay."

"I don't enjoy our conversations." Just one lie after another. "Oh I'm sure."