Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 23rd.

We had a wedding today, none of us knew who it was for but we were all pretty giddy.

Sat at the table with the sun blinding me, I've never really felt as calm as I was right now.

I felt safe, warm and if I was honest I think I might've been happier now than ever. "I have apple juice." Evan puts in on the table like it was a drug. "Woah, how'd you get that?"

"It looks like pond water." Louis whispered. "Bong, water?" Darla asked. "You- no. Babe no. Pond, p-ond, water."

"Damn. You wanna go dance." He groans, I nudge his arm and he lets out a sigh. "Come on then." She takes his hand letting him lead the way. "Hey I like your suit. It's cute."

"Thanks. I didn't want it to just be black so I got little flowers sewn in. Nina said I should've gotten a little bunny." He gasps. "You should've, would've been cute."

I couldn't have gotten out of this if I wanted to. Evan loved this song and Darla focused Louis to stay, suddenly the entire dance floor was filled and none of us had any chance of leaving.

"Hey I heard you were a wild one..."

I didn't really think a sugar high would've made me this fucking giddy but it had affected Louis so I was screwed.

All four of us were the middle of the group, everybody else just sort of surrounded us.

It got six songs in and nobody had moved. The four of us slowly making our way out and just watching it all happen.

Then I saw her, the one woman I didn't think I'd ever see in my life. "Louis is that your mum?" He starts looking around.

I grab his face turning him over to the drinks stand. "Oh my god. Holy shit. Holy shit!"

Her head whipped around, dropping her cup, searching the room until she finds him, standing frozen with her smile growing.

He started running over but she'd done the same thing. Meeting in the middle, the smile on her face confused me from what he told me.

I never really see his hair from this far away, it looked pretty.

He looked nice, really good. Pretty. "Harry." He clicks at me. "Sorry. Sorry hi."

"You're Harry then?" I nod. "Unfortunately." Louis hits me in the stomach. "I'm Heather."

"You're a lot prettier than I'd pictured." I squint at her. "Thank you?" Louis tugs on my blazer. The look on his face told me enough.

"I mean this in the nicest way possible, why are you here?" She points over to the bride. "I'm the one that fixes her dress when it breaks."

"Woah, small world." She laughs, sounding exactly like Louis. "How come you guys are here?"

"My grandma is friends with the bride, he's sort of my grandmas best friend so, where she goes he goes." She hums. "I see I see."

Glaring at him. "You little shit bag why didn't you call me?"

"Excuse me? I did. Don't call me a shit bag." I tried to take the bread out of my pocket before he saw. "You didn't call."

"I did call. It went to voicemail." She scratches the back of her head laughing awkwardly. "I think that might actually be my fault. I think I blocked your number cause your dad pissed me off and I didn't want him near me."

Louis turns to me with a blank expression. "My dad has been ruining my life since I was fucking born. I swear he's such a fucking cunt."

"Do you still, live with him?" She keeps her eyes on the ground. "Yeah. But overthink it, doesn't matter. I'll get over it. How have you been?"

"You have a cut lip." I nudge his arm knowing he was about to lie. "Talk to her."

"No I'm not ruining the night, don't give me the stink eye Harry. It's not happening. It's fine, I'll get out eventually. My contract ends in a month."

"Contract?" Idiot. "He sings. He's kinda famous." He scoffs. "Kinda? Mother fucker I'm super famous. Don't be a little shit."

"You're in a contract with your dad?" She sounded terrified. "Yes yes I know I fucked up. I just wanted to sing, I was like 13 and stupid."

"Fucking idiot. Okay so.. catch me up. What's happened?" He pouts. "My dad ruined my life, I started drinking, we moved the California, met this shit bag, life got less shitty, then really shitty, then it got better, I stopped drinking, I realised that sugar gives me the same rush and it tastes better, I have free will- I remembered I had it, that's it really- why don't have bread!?"

"No! Go away!" He smacks it out of my hand, hitting Jordan on the head. "Harry!"

"What!? No! That was him!" Louis smacks my hand down. "Don't blame me. Stop putting bread in your pockets."

"That was all I had." He didn't even seem to care. "So this shit bag is.. boyfriend?"

"He's like the really bad milk you never want but always end up with when you really want milk." She starts cackling. "Half and half?"

"Yeah. Still, he's uh- yeah he's, we're-" he coughs. "Anyway, what's happening with you?" She turns to face me. "Boyfriend?"

"Mhm. We're dating." His face went red. "I never really thought he'd gain the feelings or the- human qualities, to date anybody. You seem sweet, thanks for looking after my boy."

"Always." Nina runs over. Throwing her arm over Louis' shoulder. "Did you guys know that the dj had a pre planned set list?"

"Whaaat, no waaayy." She smacks Louis across the head. "Shut up- Heather?!"

"Oh my god, Nina? Your grandma is Nina Smith?" Every time. "I know, depressed me every time I hear the damn word- where are the rest of the kiddies?"

"Begging the dj to play the glee version of creep." The look of disgust on her face was impeccable. "Gross. Heather how are you? Last I heard you were dead."

"That's my queue to leave." He pushes me back by my waist. I wave at them both almost falling to the floor as he pokes my side. "Bitch."

"Suck my dick." I throw him over my shoulder biting his leg. "Okay."