Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 28th.

"When did you even take that? Louis this is getting ridiculous." I was back on his lap. His hands on my thighs, staring at me with a grin on his face. "I take a lot."

"I don't even have this many pictures Louis." He pulls my hips in. "You're pretty. Can't help myself."

I hold the phone up, watching his eyes divert to my stomach from the cameras view. "See, pretty."

"What if I just start taking random pictures on your phone throughout the day?" He squeezes my thighs. "I'll have more pictures to look at."

"I need to pull my pants up." I went to lift myself up but he stopped me. "Leave it as it is."

"But it's-"

"Leave it alone."

"Fine. Jesus." He pulls me up a little more, his hands moving up my thighs. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. You don't post very much do you." He didn't seem like he would do it didn't surprise me. "I think there's one post on there from my first show in California."

"Mother fucker has 37 million followers with one fucking post. That's crazy." I'd taken a picture of him but he was looking directly at me. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't my new favourite.

"Your eyes are all sparkly. You look so pretty." Of course I'd poster it. It was obvious I'd posted it and yet nobody had proof. "Why'd you do that?"

"Because you look pretty, Louis," I frown. "I literally just said that."

"It looked bad." Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss his forehead over and over. "So pretty." I said through my teeth. "Why did you make it sound threatening?"

"Because it is." Throwing him to the side his back hits the bed, I grab his hands locking them in mine, kissing his face over and over again until I ran out of breath.

Using my free hand to move the hair from his face. "This is not okay." He grumbled. "I beg to differ, that was the most kisses you've ever let me give you. This is great."

"I'm really not enjoying it." I look down between our legs. "Yeah okay."

"You have both of my hands in one. This is not even close to being cute. I feel- I don't know but this seems unfair. I want a rematch."

"I think I'll just kiss you again. Maybe next time." He tried to move out of the way but I just held him still. "Okay Harry seriously, you cannot try and be cute when you look the way you do right now."

He looks between us, dropping his head back down. "Don't recon I could keep bread in my pocket the entire time we had sex?"

"Why- why is that something you even have in your head? What the fuck- do you have bread in your pocket?" My face falls flat. "No."

"Harry, if you have bread in your pocket I'm breaking up with you." Pulling my lips down into a sad face I slowly started to smile. "So we're dating?"

"Not for very fucking long. I'm not dating a guy who has bread in his pickets while we have sex are you mentally ill."

"Yes, next question— wait, wait my turn. Don't think I'm pretty?" He groans. "How do you still have my hands!? Let go of me you cockended little fuck!"

"Kiss me!" I yelled, he shook his head. "No?!" Pressing my nose to his I felt him let out a slow sigh. "You don't find me pretty and you won't kiss me. Now I'm sad. You've made me sad."

"You have bread in your pockets right now Harry. Nothing you say to me is important."

"I'm very very judged right now Louis. Do you know what that can do to a person. I could kill myself and it would be all your fault."

"Okay you seriously need to stop saying that." I kiss him gently. "I'm kidding."

Letting go of his hand he presses them against my back, they were freezing. I swear I almost froze to death. "Oh my god!"

Curling into a ball he rips the bread from my pocket. "Stop it!"

"I'm not feeling good." He throws the bread just as the door opened. Hitting Evan right on his head. Louis curls up in laughter. Falling against me. "Why?"

Neither of us could speak. Just watching him stand there with a mad look on his face. "Why is it rock solid?"

"It was in my pocket. Can I have it back." He closed the door on me. "What a fucking idiot."

*Louis and Harry had sugar*

Sat in the couch I watched Louis push his nose up staring at the wall like it was trying to communicate with him. "Baby, what on earth are you doing?"

"Seeing how stretchy my nose is- where is the cat? I haven't seen him in weeks." I forgot we had a cat. "He's been missing for ages." Nina says from the kitchen. "Nooo! Stick bug!"

"Sorry to break the news to you." She makes her way in. Handing me a bowl of garlic bread. "Do you guys know the internet thinks you're dating?" Evan asks. "We are dating." Louis says.

Nina's eyes going as wide as her head. "What?!" Evan yells. "Me and Harry. We're dating." He repeats. "You're fucking shutting me right now! There's- what?!"

"Louis Tomlinson has a boyfriend- don't you have a show tomorrow- does your dad know?" He cackles. "You're funny. I would be dead."

"He can't get in the house," Jordan says. "The glass is Harry proof, which means it's Jamie proof. The door is- industrial. You're completely safe."

"I have to leave the house eventually." Jordan nods. "I'll be there. You don't have to worry. We're obviously not forcing you to come out. But if you wanted to, you're safe."

"But he's immortal. He'll get to me when I'm weak. Kick me down into nothing." Resting my legs on his thighs I hide myself in the corner.

"Do you want to come out?" He nods. "He'll kill me Jordan. I'm scared for my life."

"You don't have to be. I have friends. Lots of friends who know exactly what kind of guy he is. He won't get anywhere near you. They'll find every place he sits, everything he owns and they'll know his every move."

"You're a little scary." He smiles. "Fuck everybody else. If you want to come out then fucking do it. Who gives a fuck. You know who you are that's all that matters."

"I just don't want Harry to get hurt." His hands were shaking. "Jamie's a little softie when it comes to Harry. Nothing is getting to either of you."

"I am not a softie. Fuck off." Nina rolls her eyes. "Liar."