Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 19th.

"Hey Louis-" he whips around, slamming himself into the locker. "Yes?"

"You okay?" He nods quickly. "What's up- what's happening?" His shirt is on backwards. "I'm gonna have that party tonight, if you still wanted to come."

"A party?! You're throwing a party?!" Louis yells. "Why do you have a whole ass cake in your hand?"

"I am going to eat it." He stares at me blankly, the cake slowly making its way to his face. "No. No you can't-" his face slowly smushed into the cake and I had to watch it happen.

I feel sick.

"Why?" His face was covered in icing. "I rediscovered my free will this morning."

"Mhm, so your day today? What's happening?" He bites his cheek. "I took a cold shower today, put my shirt on backwards, then I ate my- hold on."

He takes another bite of his cake. His face still covered in it. "I ate my burger for breakfast."

"Really drowning in free will I see. Eat any crayons?" He frowns. "Not since I was like six- how'd you know about that?"

"What else did you do with your free will?" He looked like a fucking moron. "I swam in my clothes, I did my homework backwards, I realised that when I type baa with two A's a sheep pops up. That has nothing to do with it but i can't get over it."

"The non drinking thing is really effecting your thinking then?"

"Immensely. Today I started giggling and I have no idea why." He says trying to hide the smile. "You have feelings?"

"I know. It's crazy. Anyway back to my free will. I set a fire, I pour three month old bong juice into my dad's whiskey— genius. I write new music that I'm planning on releasing 'accidentally' to that file that always ends up leaking artists music."

"Three month old bong water?" He seemed really proud of himself. "Yeah. I did go to smoke out of it but then I remembered that perfect image of my dad acting like a twat and I just- it irks me in a way that makes me sober."

"The lack of alcohol in your blood makes you talk a lot." He shakes his head. "No I think I just missed you." His cheeks slowly turned red.

"I missed you too." He gasps, jumping towards me. "My dad's out of town for the month. The whole month, he's gonna be gone."

"That's good. Right?" He grabs my arms, shaking me like a mad man. "That's amazing, he's gonna be gone for a whole month. I don't have to deal with his drill music or his stupid friends. I could throw out all of his bottles if I wanted and he wouldn't know."

"Don't do that." He was getting crazy eyed. "My house is empty." He whispered, mostly to himself. "Yeah."

"My house is empty." He says a bit louder with a stupid smirk. "Yeah."

"Cool, just had to silently get that message to you. Anyway, I will see you, tonight— you know what I'll be?" He starts to walk away. "What?"

"Sober!" He pumps his fists in the air. "Suck on that mother fucker!"

Safe to say, he does actually have a personality and is not just as plain as his choice of bread.

Now I want bread. Garlic bread. "Fuck." Making my way over to my locker I go to throw my bag in there. A little white box sat on top of my books.

And a small bottle of lemon juice.

I quietly gasped, opening the box to find the best garlic bread I've ever seen in my life.

I was wondering why he was over by my locker. "You beautiful beautiful man." I had to wait until lunch but he wasn't here. Which was probably why he was sneaking it into my locker. "Harry.."

"Hi pretty girl. You okay?" She falls into my chest. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I was just walking and- I usually walk with Evan but him and Louis had to be somewhere so I walked alone and this group started walking behind me- one of them caught up and just grabbed my arm to drag me back."

"Are you hurt? Where did he grab you?" She pulls her jacket down, the small red mark you could tell would bruise right near her shoulder.

"Hey no- no it's okay. You're okay. Just breathe, everything's fine." She was a sobbing mess and I didn't know what to do.

"They started talking about my hair and- and saying that it was stupid and most of them tried to stop it but the one that grabbed me didn't care. He started pointing out towards some field that had- fucking, carrots growing, telling me I needed to go back to my roots."

"Where the fuck are they?" She started to walk beside me, trying to stop her crying but failing.

"It's okay. Don't worry, just take your time, don't try and rush yourself to stop. Everything is fine. You're gonna be fine. Just stay here."

"It wasn't all of them it was just one, the one in the Nike hoodie. The green shoes." Kissing her forehead I take a step back. "It's gonna be okay."

Pushing the door open I watched his eyes go wide. "You wanna fucking say that shit again then? Come on, fucking speak up you specky cunt. Say it again."

Grabbing his hair I drag him out of the classroom. "You fucking bitch!"

"No, fucking hold on a minute. Who the fuck are you speaking to right now? Say you're fucking sorry," I drag him closer but he didn't speak. "Fine. Wasn't gonna let you go anyway."

Smashing his head into the glass door I let him fall down, grabbing his neck. "You ever fucking open your mouth again and I'll rip your stupid fucking head off. Understood?"

Smacking his head into the floor I gathered up my saliva and spat, it's the least I could do.

"If I'm not mistaken, you know Evan? Right?" He nods. "Yeah, you're a fucking dead man then mate, that's his fucking girlfriend."

He went white. "Maybe you'll learn a lesson from this. How to not be a racist piece of shit."

Standing up I kick him in the side watching him roll over.

My back was fucking burning, if I'd started I don't think I would've stopped. He would've been dead but I would've fucking bragged about it. "Harry, Evan can't-"

"Louis wouldn't let him get close enough. Go kick him." She steps back. "No I'm not-"

"Come on. Do it. Just give him a kick. I know you can and I know you want to." She hesitated. Stepping closer, walking around and taking her stance.

He went to say something but she'd kicked him that hard that he started crying.

"That's my girl!" I hold my hands up for a high five. "Nice one." Grabbing his shirt I pick him up from the floor.

"If you ever, and I mean ever, fucking go near her again, I will not stop her boyfriend. He looks sweet but you know he'd kill you in a second. So we're gonna keep this between us aren't we?" He nods. "Yeah."

"Good. Now say you're sorry and we'll leave you alone," He started repeating it. I've rand over again. "That's what I thought. Cock muncher, go away."

Pushing him back into the lab I take Dallas hand, walking slowly. "Party?"