Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 18th.

Did I just steal this from another book I wrote? Definitely not🤨why would you even ask.

"It's been-" Louis hand flys up, hitting my chin and I'd started to fall back off my chair. Trying to grab the table before I just gave up.

"What if I wanted to kill myself?" I cried out from the floor.

Louis was on the floor curled over laughing with his arms over his stomach. "My back hurt so bad right now." He was crying. "This is what you get for calling me a shit bag."

"There's a word rhyming with bag that I could call you but I'll just tell you to suck on my balls and it'll have the same effect."

He shoves his hand in my face. "Eat the carpet!" He yells. "Let go of me!"

I'd started screaming but nobody cared. "Eat the floor shit bag!" Screaming and screaming but nobody cared. "I'll fucking kill you!"

I started kicking. Fighting my way out and up.

Trying to catch my breath. He just stood there, a stupid smile on his face with his hands behind his back. "I hate you so much."

"Okay sweetie." I started fake punching him but it quickly turned aggressive and soon enough I was throwing him over my shoulder.

"Don't try and hit me mother fucker I'll just pick you up. My little pixie." He starts punching me. "Put me down!"

"Fine." Throwing him down into the locker he stumbled forward. Try in to catch his balance with his eyes wide. "I just saw god."

"No way. What he saying?" He sniffled. "That you're a fucking shit bag." I giggled. "He's a liar."

"You know statistically-"

"Statistically you can suck my balls, shut the fuck up Arron you fucking cock."

"Sorry, he's a little grumpy today. He's trying out thongs-" I felt a hard slap across my head.

He'd whacked me that hard that he flew forward. "Go away Arron you fucking nerd." Poor Arron. "Seriously just ignore him."

*one class later?*

Louis leans against the wall across the hall. Cocking his head to the side. "I can't."

He rolls his eyes. Stumbling into the door so that it opens. "No.." the teacher cries.

"Good evening. Uh- I, need to steal uh.." he points at me. "You. I need you and your tiny brain to follow me."

"Man, come on." I huffed. "Why?" Louis grins. "I need to uh- I don't have an excuse I just need her to follow me and you can not say no."

"I can." Louis shrugs. "I guess. But if we run really really fast then you can not get us."

"I can give you detention." Louis pouts. "How unoriginal. Dean you need to up your game. Threaten a few kids or something I don't know. Arson? Have you considered attacking with nunchucks?"

I start to push him out of the classroom. "I hear kidnapping is all the rage right now!" He yells before the door closes. I'd cackled out a stupid laugh still pushing him. "We're all running away to a deserted island and Evan is running for president. Do you care to join?"

"No particularly no." He huffs. "I hear he's looking for a wife- ah! There he is. Evan you little buttsniff let's go."

"Excuse me. You can't just come in here and take away my students." Louis hums. "You must be new. Because I will be doing exactly that. Evan, move it lets go, Harry is very impatient. He's forcing me to say all this. Did you hear that Miss? He's forcing me to do this."

Evan jumps up. Not a single argument from him. "Where are we heading?"

"Harry is sending us to a funny little island and running for president. Seems she's looking for a historical legacy in uh- in buttsniffing so you're in luck."

"Oh wonderful. Bye miss." I carry on pushing Louis as he searches the school. "Darla Thomas? Anybody know where the little goober is?" They all shrug. "Think she's in science."

"Ew on purpose? What a, neek! Bye guys. Don't forget to vote for Harry Edward Styles."

"Man come on." Pushing him down to the science corridor he starts to search through the classrooms. "Oh I found her."

Both of them look at each other. Smirking before doing their weird little handshake.

Going to salute each other. "I will see you on the other side sir." Evan nods. "It's been a pleasure."

Opening the door they both rush in. I stand guard holding the door open. "Darla yee haw Thomas! It has been a pleasure meeting you."

She looks over at me. I just nod. "Truly an honour. I mean your hand work is a real hit back in my house, is truly inspiring. I don't think I've ever met a smarter lady than you. Which is why it pains to me say this. Louis do you have something to say?"

"You have been sentenced to death. Darla pumpernickel Thomas you are being burned at the stake for your crimes against the little town of pumpernickel. You have betrayed your people and the world may never forgive you. The town of yee haw may mourn your death for approximately four seconds, that it all."

"You're dead mother fucker." Evan throws her over his shoulder. "If you could all do me the honour of praying it's a quick and painless death. I'm hoping for the opposite but if I say that out loud then I may lose my fingers." Evan says. "Hey.."

"Harry Styles will be in the voting booth for best hero hair if you all wish to give him a small little kiss on the cheek. May you all have a terrific night, Harry? Any words for your future people?"

"Louis Tomlinson used to eat paper." He scoffs. "So inspirational. Such a people person," He walks towards me. "You are a dead man."

"No- no wait I'm sorry- I'm sorry!" He starts to chase me so I pegged it down the hallway. He was still faster than me but I had so much adrenaline in me right now I'm not sure if he could actually reach me.

Running down the art hallway I stop at the classroom. "Tell you friends, Louis William Tomlinson used to eat crayons and he enjoyed it. Tell- everybody- oh my god!"

I started screaming like a fucking tool. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry please! Louis I can't run anymore!"

Running into the swimming hall I stopped for a second. Trying to think of other weird things.

"Guys did you know that Louis used to stick green beans up his nose? Now you do. You should tell people. You should tell lots and lots of people. Also- which door is open?"

"Left side." I heard the door barge open. Running through and trying not to slip I made my way out, finding Evan and Darla stood leaning against his car. "You're an idiot."

I jump over the fence, tripping and rolling myself back up from the floor. "Oh god!"