Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 16th.

"You have to face me eventually Louis." He hums. "Nope."

"Mhm. Come on." He turns slowly. Looking up at me for a second. "I didn't say that about mr. It was about Darla."

"So why'd you walk off?" He shrugs. "Dramatic effect." I lean down watching him step back. "I need you to just say it. Just once."

"Say what?" He was starting to freak out, I let it unfold. "Hm? What did you want me to say? Something heartfelt? Did you want me to write a letter telling you how I feel? Cause it won't be very fucking long Harry, you can't just stand here and treat me like some fucking pet, I am a person, I am not standing for this."

"Then sit down." I motion my head towards the chair. "I'm not doing this which you."

"I just asked you one simple thing." He scoffs out a laugh. "One simple thing? You're asking me to tell you how I feel. What do you want me to say to you Harry? That I like you? Is that what you want to hear? Would you like me to be nicer? Maybe kiss you on the cheek from time to time? Or would you like me to tell you that the reason I run away is maybe, because I don't like being around you sober, because I'm scared I'll fuck it up— because then, you know what I have to blame it on? Nothing. It's just me, just me being fucking stupid."

"You're a fucking idiot." He sighs, dropping his head in shame. "I know that."

"A kiss on the cheek does sound pretty nice though." Lifting his chin I watched the freak out silently ruin the last minute. "Harry please don't."

"Your dad is no where near us. No where. In fact I'm pretty sure he's in England right now. Right?" He nods. Keeping his eyes down. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable I just don't want you to push me away."

"I'm sorry! Evan the door is a push- okay." Both of us turning , watching her try to keep a straight face. "You're back."

"She won't leave me alone." Evan falls into my chest. "I think she's trying to admit that she likes you. Took me three hours to get it out of her so just give her a while."

"She's been at this all day. She came into my house." She snickers. "It was pretty easy actually- not the point. I'm trying to- admit things here. Can I please carry on."

"Darla you hurt his feelings, you have to do more than admit yours. He's been taking care of you your entire life. Treat it with a little less tv and a little more- like he's your best friend."

"Harry I don't think you understand the lack of feelings I have. It's not an easy task- Willow! How'd you do it? How'd you end up- less, Willow like."

"I don't know I just, said it. Talked until it started to make sense." It's uncanny, it's scary, they just look so alike it's hard to tell if they're both real at the same time. "Oh."

"Yeah I had the same reaction. They make it seem harder than it is. I think if- no I can't say that. Never mind."

"You don't think it's a little funny that the three of us have shitty parents and struggle to talk about feelings?" Louis says. "I was just gonna say that maybe if my mother loved me I'd be fine."

"Mhm," Evan mumbled. "Fucking psycho." Darla groans. "My mother loves me!"

"It takes two people to make a kid." Darlas smile drops. "No fuck you, now I'm not going to talk about my feelings."

"My god you are the worst." Evan takes her hand pulling her back down the hallway where they were. "Are you sure you don't have at least one of the same parents?" Luna asks. "Yes?"

I squash Louis cheeks looking over at Willow who had the same done to her. "It's scary."

"Like a mirror." Louis was glaring at me. "Do you ah e to grab my face?" I nod slowly. "It's for research. Plus you look funny."

*things happened, I don't know*

"I'll never understand parties on the beach." I said, sat by the fire with the empty cup Darla had given me. "I don't know man. I guess it's sort of fun."

"Yeah." Evan stumbled off to find Darla somewhere and I was just left alone.

Until my peace was ruined.

"Hi- there." He stumbled over his words. "Hi." Sitting beside me I felt his eyes stare into my soul. "I like your hat."

"Mhm." He holds his hand on my cheek turning me to face him. "Where's you get it?"

"Stole it from a homeless child." He found it funny. "It's nice. Looks good." Usually I'd either tell him I don't like guys, but in a terrible liar and he seemed like he wouldn't care.

"Why are you sat alone?" He whispered. "I'm waiting for somebody."

Louis hadn't shown up, he told me he was going to. "Who?"

"A friend." He hums. "Friend, got it. Who is this friend do I know them?" I wanted to leave. Or die. "Louis Tomlinson."

"Louis? Tomlinson? Is your friend?" Sure. "I guess." He scoffs. "I thought I was gonna have trouble asking you home with me but he's probably fucking some girl in his car somewhere."

"I don't want to go home with you." He nods. "I know you do. Everyone does."

"Go ask them then." He moves in closer. "I want to take you though." He brushes his hand over my cheek. "Really?" I laugh. "Mhm."

"Cool. Still no though." He wasn't moving. "What if I kiss you? Maybe that'll change your mind." Yikes. "That might actually make me kill myself."

"Oi, the fuck are you doing?" Louis pulls him up from beside me. "Nothing."

"Go do nothing elsewhere then you fucking cockend." Louis pushes him away picking me up from the log. "Sorry I'm late."

"You're drunk." He laughs. "My pretty girl" Damn it. "Fuck sake."