Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 19th.

"Hi pretty girl." She holds her arms up. Hugging me as tight as she could. "Hi."

"You okay?" Evan snickers. "She's fucking drunk as shit." She nods, falling back into Evan. "I's missed- you. Missed you."

"I missed you too." Evan pulls her a little closer, kissing the top of her head. "How many people are here right now?" I wish I knew, too many. "Kind of a lot."

"Valid. We're gonna go get a drink. See you when we see you." She blows me a kiss stumbling away.

Louis wasn't here yet. Unless he just wondered in without me seeing.

But he didn't really seem like the type to enjoy the big crowds.

There was so much string confetti everywhere, the floor was just silver. Everybody seemed pretty happy. Everybody was hopefully safe.

And not in my room.

I felt a small tug on my jumper. Turning around to find Louis stood there like he was about to be yelled at. "You okay? You don't have to be in here. If you just wanted to be in the house then my room is free."

"Are you sure?" I push him gently following behind. There was nobody upstairs, everybody had collectively chosen to stay in the living room and kitchen.

There was outside too, I think they were slowly leaning towards it.

"You feeling alright?" He hums out a yes. "You sure? You look a little less jumpy." He falls into my chest, hugging his arms around me.

"I have been waiting all day to do this." He muttered into my chest. "Could've called me, I would've been there."

"Can you stay up here for a minute?" Pushing the window open we sit on the windowsill. His hood up as he curls into my arms. "I just want to stay here forever." He mumbled.

"We can do that." He wasn't as jumpy, he didn't seem sad, maybe relaxed? I wasn't sure. I was hoping he was relaxed. "That would be nice."

"We're not in school tomorrow, your dad's not here. We could just stay in all day and do nothing. Making bake- speaking of, the lemon juice thing worked."

"Yeah. My mums pretty smart like that. Why's your hand so cold?" He presses his hood against it. "No clue. I think I'm just cold."

"You opened the window- what if I fall out of it?" He frowns. "You're not even near it. The window goes up a little higher, it's Harry proof. Can't fall out of it unless you jump."

"Oh." He rests his hand on the side of my neck, pulling me down to kiss me.

He seemed half asleep. This was one of those kisses where he was just kissing me. "When did you last sleep?" He shrugs. "I can't really sleep, that's why I drank, I usually just pass out."

"Did you want to try sleep in my bed?" He hesitated a little. "Yeah."

I stayed where I was, keeping him as close as I could without him being visible from the window. "You can go downstairs if you want I don't want to keep you with me all night."

"I want to be here." I've never really been able to just sit and do nothing for such a long period of time, the last month has been weird.

I've done nothing and I haven't even been yelled at for it.

I'm just sat here doing nothing, wearing clean clothes too. "Harry are you good?" Clean clothes. "Mhm."

I'm hungry.

"Are you sure?" Really hungry. I mean not super hungry like starving, I'm just sort of hungry enough to eat an entire plate of something.

He looks up at me with a smile, kissing me gently. "My pretty girl."

He grabs my face, pulling me down. "You're hungry." How did he know that? I didn't say anything. Unless I sleep talk while I'm awake— wait.

I mean technically I knew what I was saying, but it sounded fucking stupid.

Sleep talking, awake. Daydreaming?

I wonder if he'd make garlic bread if I asked him too.

I'd be pretty pissed if somebody asked me, maybe I'll just keep it to myself. "Harry, if you want food just say and I'll find something."

"Bread." My eyes were fixated on the small hole in the wall. "Bread?"

"Bread. Garlic, bread." He nods. "Okay. But you can't just live off of garlic bread for the rest of your life."

My mouth wasn't working. Louis poked his fingers over my eyelids, closing my eyes slowly.

22 was blasting in the background and this might've been the loudest I've ever heard people sing. Ever.

Leaning out the window I watched them all jump around singing like half of them don't shit talk her when they're sober. "Bitches."

"Harry leave it alone." I let out a loud sigh. "I want bread, god I love bread. It's so good. It's so dry and useless."

"Harry you know bread is like— loaded with carbs right? Like you will end up fat if you eat too much of it."

"What?!" He snickers. "Bread should not be consumed the way you consume it."

"But I do t eat anything else." He nods. "You eat chips. Literally the only thing you eat is carbs it's crazy- oh god I sound like my dad."

"It eat vegetables I'm not an idiot—" there's the awkward silence again.

I was trying to keep my mouth shut I really was.

"Do you think it's possible to cut your own head off with one swift slice?" His eye twitches. "What?" What else do I say after that? "I mean cause someone else could, but if you used your own two hands do you think it would be possible." I really didn't want to carry on.

I'm surprised he's still fucking here.

"Did you just ask me if I think I could cut my own head off?" I nod, trying to seem like I wasn't about to start charging at the wall. "I- uh, mmm, maybe."

"You think?" He shrugs. "I mean it can't be that hard right? How much pressure does it take? I'll Google it-"

"145 pounds of pressure per square inch." He sits up moving towards the book shelf. "You know there's a restricted persons list for Google?" He points out. "Really?"

"Mhm." This was one of those silent messages. "You know this from research?" He nods.