Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 27th.

Louis Tomlinson (probably the only pov of his you'll get) (of course it's sad🤭)

He hasn't said a word all day. He's just lay staring at the wall like he's frozen in time.

I can't get any closer than I am because his heart rate goes up. I didn't know what to do, this was my fault, if I'd just told him to leave then Harry would be okay.

He wouldn't be here, he wouldn't have been in hospital.

Now he's just lay down facing away from everything like he hates the world.

I felt like I didn't even know him, or like he was someone I'd just met. I knew he had trouble with hospitals and loud noises but I didn't know it went this far.

I wasn't sure what he was staring at but I've never hated silence so much in my life.

I felt like I'd taken advantage of all his little outbursts. "Louis." He said quietly. "Yes my love."

His eyes finally move over a little to me. "I'm sorry I ruined your thanksgiving with your family." I move my head to the side. "Don't be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"If I hadn't moved over here then you would've been with your family. You would've been with Evan and Darla, it would've been nice."

"Harry if you hadn't moved here we all would've been lonely in our houses with our shitty parents arguing over shit that doesn't matter." Even half here he looked just as pretty.

"You have this constant fear of being some burden to everybody but I don't understand where you find that kind of feeling, you have son many people around you that care and they show it, they show you they care and they tell you. You just don't ever seem to see it."

He shrugs at me. "Never really felt important. Didn't think it mattered, I wasn't a good kid, it's what I deserved."

I moved a little closer. Leaning against the bed, holding my hand over his cheek. "What they did to you was not your fault. You were a kid, you cannot blame yourself for learning how to live without any love."

"I'm sorry I made you sad." Kissing his cheek I heard the monitor go off, quickly going back down. "You, are my entire life. Everything I am, my heart is completely full, I'm not sure I have any room for anything else."

His eyes were red, his cheeks were pink, but he was smiling like an idiot.

"There's not a single thing on this earth I wouldn't do just to see that stupid little smile. I need you to know how important you are to me, cause you're really fucking important to me. Everything I have and all I need."

The bags under his eyes were getting worse by the day. "I need you to sleep."

"Can you lie with me." He pulls the wires off his head letting them fall off with the ones he was pulling off his chest.

I switch the monitor off, slipping into bed with him, he always slept better with me on his chest.

I have Radiohead stuck in my head.

Which was weird.

I never have songs stuck in my head. Why Radiohead?

He fell asleep faster than I expected. Or I was just thinking about it too long.

I felt like shit just knowing that he had to deal with this shit just constantly. He moved around a little. Laying on my chest, still completely passed out I watched him start to frown.

Brushing my thumb between his eyebrows was something I've had to do multiple times.

"You're so cute." He didn't answer or react, because he's passed out.

The day old mascara was starting to look a little bad. It had clumped together but I couldn't do anything.

My heart was racing just looking at him, he was so beautiful it hurt my chest to think about.

I could look at him for the rest of my life and I'd just never get bored. Or play with his hair, I could do absolutely anything with him and be perfectly content.

He doesn't even have to be awake I could just sit with him like this for weeks and then do it all over again until I die.

Kissing the top of his head I felt his arms tighten around my waist.

He was still fast asleep. Drooling on my shirt without a care in the world.

He'd gotten too warm and moved, his shirt ended up on the floor, he just looked so peaceful.

And me being the world biggest fan of drama, I've decided posting a picture of him sleeping was my best move.

What's the worst that could happen.

Famous last words I guess. He looked pretty cute though.

Then he woke up, two hours later. And I felt my heart drop. "People, may or may not— think we're dating. You can't blame me, but it is— entirely my fault."

"What are you on about?" I turn my phone around. Smiling as his face drops. "I think you look pretty cute. But yeah so people think we're dating."

"I wonder why. The irony of you using that one fucking song is ridiculously annoying. Your dad's going to kill you." I pout at him, he kisses me but that wasn't my intention.

"But you look so cute. I have so many. People want more. I have so many more I could give them." He frowns, kissing me while still half asleep. "Please don't."

"But you look cute in them. Please." Straddling my lap I drop my hands between us. "No."

"The people want what the people want Harry. You cannot deny them of their basic needs." He was trying to kiss me and take my phone from me but it wasn't working. "Give me the phone."

"Say I can and I will. Promise they'll be good ones- you have no right looking as good as you do right now. I want to bite you, like really hard. Just- fucking leave a dent in your arm or something."

"Please don't do that." Looking down at his hips I slowly look back up, shameless and proud. "You look really fucking good. There's times where I want to kiss you and then there's these times."

"Or, you're just really horny for no reason." He snatches the phone from my hand.

Taking a picture just above his waist, I never really thought I'd be getting a hard on over some fucking abs, but here we are.

I wasn't sure if it was the way he was sat that got to me but I liked it. "You can't post that. That is literally just porn." He nods, kissing my neck. "I just wanted to have it on picture."

"You feeling better then?" Even his back muscles looked nice. "Yeah," His hands snake under my shirt. "I never see you take pictures. Where are you getting them?"

"I take them and then I keep them and kiss them goodnight." He hums against my neck. "You don't kiss me goodnight." He pouts. "I kiss you all the time."

"Never goodnight though." His hands grip my shirt. "I'll start then."