Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 29th.

"Nooo!" I chase him around, the worm still in my hand. "Harry stop this isn't funny!"

"He's just a worm!" Louis screams again. "Stop chasing me with worms! Stop it!" Stopping by the front door I let him get far enough away to just get rid of it.

Continuing to chase him of course because what else would I do. "He wants a kiss!"

"Harry!" He trips up the stage stairs. Running towards his mic. "Stop!" He grabs the guitar neck. I hold my hands up. "There was never a worm. You're going crazy."

He puts his ear pieces in, I left mine out. "Dickhead." He says right down the mic.

"What's up fuckers!" He yells. "Sorry, I'm out of breath." Carefully pulling the bread from my pocket while he wasn't looking I heard Evan start cackling.

I was hungry. It was pretty good bread actually, I don't know why I didn't always carry bread in my pockets. "Before we start, I'd like to address the rumours going around."

He points at me, clicking his fingers. "Get rid of the bread." He wasn't even looking. "I'm trying. It's really dry."

"This is really unprofessional."

"How about you suck my balls you janky fuck."

He rolls his eyes, my mouth was just full of dry bread. "Louis Tomlinson used to eat crayons." I whispered down the microphone. "You, might actually never make it to 19. I'm so fucking for real right now. Shut up."

Water has never tasted better.

"Go on then. Tell them your big news." He flips me off. "The rumours about me having a boyfriend are false. I actually have this shit bag here, who— is the worst kind of milk, he's half and half. No boyfriend, just Harry."

"I win." I said down the mic sticking my tongue out. "Whatever. So— yeah. That's- all I have to say. Now that I'm officially- out, I guess. Uh- here's the gayest song I've written. This is Happily."

This was my favourite.

Even without Louis being out, the pride flags were still a pretty big staple for his concerts.

They were everywhere.

I never really know what's going on during this time from being on stage to being off.

I sort of just bathe in the spotlight and get excited about being on the stage.

Dancing around the stage like a fucking child with scissors. Spinning and singing.

"Okay, this is a new one, if you know the words sing along. This is pick your poison— this one is Darlas favourite."

Now she was dancing and singing too.

"I will never be the one to say, that what you love is wrong!..."

This seemed to be a crowd favourite too. His crowds are usually pretty jumpy, but right now he was really getting the most of it.

He seemed so excited about it. Dropping his head back as he stumbled backwards.

Making his way over to me, kissing me quickly before he carried on singing.

My face felt like it was on fire.

"Oh my god!" I screamed, Darla cackling, swaying along with me. "I just kissed Louis Tomlinson!" I yelled. "Fuck yeah!"

Every time I say I'll never see him happier, I always see him happier.

But I'm seriously considering that this might be his happiest moment in his life. Jordan was stood by the crowd seeming just as happy as the rest of the room.

The show went on and it just got better. By the time we made it off the stage I was still just as giddy.

He jumps off the stage and into my arms, I felt like I'd just had my heart handed to me. "I'm so proud of you. So so proud my love." He hugs me tighter. "That was fucking scary."

"You did so good. I'm so so proud of you." I kiss his cheek as his feet reach the ground.

"I'm scared." He whispers. "It's okay. You're okay. Be happy, happy happy happy. Okay? You're out, you're happy, everything is good."

"I'm gonna die." He says, eyes wide. "You're not going to die. Everything's fine. Breath."

"Okay." He squeaks.

He squeaks?

"It's cool baby, you're good. It's all good." He nods. "Yeah. No it's fine. I'm fine."

"Although, we have finals tomorrow." I whispered. "Fuck off Harry." He pushes me away. Throwing himself on the floor.

"Hey so if your dad does ever, you know— get close enough, don't think I could maybe... beat the shit out of him? Because I feel I've really got my left hook down to a tea. I wanna test it."

"Sure baby. You do whatever you want. Can we run away? Just for a while. My head is spinning and there's too much noise."

"Come on," I hold my hand out. "I know a place."

*a car ride and a treck later*

He jumps out of the car, lying on the ground just staring up at the sky.

It was pretty quiet despite the cars below us. "I don't feel any different than I did when I was born." I snicker. "That's worrying. I mean sure you're the same height but the rest should feel different."

"Fuck off you know what I mean." I lean down kissing her forehead. "It won't feel different, you haven't changed you're just open about it. You're the same person, just with a weird little twink attached to you."

"Don't have anymore bread?" He asked quietly. "Yes I do," He holds his hand out. Taking my bread from my cold hands. "Don't eat it lying down you'll choke."

"Good." I pull him up by his shirt before he'd gotten it in his mouth. "You're going to be fine. Everything's gonna be fine."

Angrily eating the bread, he stares off into space.

I swear I could've stared at him for the rest of my life. It was crazy to me to think about how much I actually felt when it came to Louis.

I've never really had so much just at my fingertips. But he's just there.

Daydreaming and I couldn't help but think about what I could say to him without it sounding utterly ridiculous.

If I spoke then I would just fuck up his day. But if I didn't then I wasn't sure I'd ever find the courage to do it again.

But here I was, for the for time in my life.

Speechless.

My mouth felt glued shut in a smile. I couldn't too sure what it was that I was going to do when it was time.

But apparently you always know when.

I was just hoping it was true.

It felt true. It just didn't feel right. Not yet.