Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

December 9th.

You're getting like three more chapters then I'm done. :)) also my boyfriend said he misses love and affection:( womp womp.

Senior trip? No. I don't want to go. Do I have to go anyway?

Fucking yes.

Because Louis has decided that his free will is sending him there.

I think, that it's so his dad doesn't kill me in my sleep. But he doesn't like that truth. So he doesn't talk about it.

"Can we go to outback? I want their bread rolls. They're so buttery." He points over to a bakery. "There's that place there. But the plane leaves in ten minutes."

"I'll just go and ask them for bread I'll be like two minutes." I left Louis on the side of the road, walking a little faster before the car got too close.

I heard a small sigh from the register. "Chloe. You can get mad at me if I pay you, okay. That's absurd. I'm literally paying for the bread you give out for free."

"But that means we have to make more." I hand her the hundred with a stupid grin. "I just want bread for my trip."

"You're leaving?" She seemed too happy. "No, it's a trip. A quick little skiddadle off to New York. I'll be back in three days."

"Oh joy. I'm, so excited, for you to get back." She says with a blank expression. "You need to give better customer service. This is now what I paid for."

"No you paid for bread. which is ridiculous. Nobody likes bread that much." She hands me the box. "I love bread. I love bread more than anything."

"That's weird. Please leave." Chloe acts like she hates me, but she always smiles at me before I go. Chloe never smiles. "Bye Chloe."

"Bye Harry." I make my way back down the street towards Louis. "Hi baby." He shakes his head. "You need to see a therapist."

"For bread?" He was serious about it too.yes for bread. Nobody loves bread that much there has to be some weird deep cut that I'll regret bringing up."

"I think I just really love bread." Louis' was better. But he was tired I didn't want to ask him to make me bread. "Why?"

"It's so nice. I mean you could have it with so many things. You can eat it on its own. You can have it with butter, with cream, sauce, spread, so many things. It's so good."

*one plane ride to New York and a coach through it with Harry talking constantly because Louis doesn't know how to tell him to be quiet*

"I have a show.." Louis smiles. "I know, super fun. It's just the one. I don't know why it's so early. It's at like 12 I think."

"That's good though- that's what all those people are outside for?" The line was miles long. "Yeah but it's not that big a deal." He was lying, he's lying right now.

"Are you fucking playing msg!?" I yelled, the whole coach went silent. "You're what now?"

"Thank you Harry for that, announcement." I didn't care. He was excited. "You're playing msg. That's crazy- that's insane."

"It's sold out too." That's what sent him over the edge. He went pale. "What?"

"Yeah, no it's sold out, no resales or anything. Completely sold out. The lines still going." I push his face into the window. "See?"

"Harry!" He smacks my arm back. "Not so nice is it, buddy." I said it with my full chest. "I hate you. So much."

I'd already posted that he was asleep on the coach, but people are really good at investigating things and so, now everybody knows where he is.

I may be stupid.

"So, do they know where you're sleeping?" Denny leans over. "I put it down as fake names. I also, put fake buses. Because I knew Harry was going to find a way to mess it up."

"You fucker." I gasped. "I'm sorry? Who's the one that almost just caused a rampage? Cause it wasn't me. You're an idiot."

Getting off the bus was easier than I'd thought then, I didn't hear a single person. Louis had hidden himself in my chest and made me drag him.

He started biting me but he caught his tooth on my necklace so now he's complaining that he's in pain.

He spent the next two hours complaining.

And then, on stage— he was on stage at msg, complaining. "Harry hit me on the tooth-"

"He bit my necklace. It was self inflicted." His eyes went wide. "That sounded really weird. Anyway- play take me first or we'll kidnap your boyfriend? I mean, it's on the setlist but I might just not play it anymore."

"They called you a fanny." I squeaked out, laughing with my hand over my mouth.

"Yeah I read that, thanks. How about I play— I different one, you all know sleep token?" Most of them seemed to. "The summoning?"

If I say what I want to say I might be judged, all I have to say is that I have never wanted to be a microphone so badly in my life.

"Raise me up, again..."

I don't think I can comprehend this kind of fucking music from him.

Evan was having the time of his life though, I liked the guitar better, he's always far too sweaty for me to ever be able to do that.

My heart was in my throat. I mean the rest of the crowd knew it too.

But this felt like a new kind of experience.

Louis turns to face me frowning. "Don't." I mouthed. He blows me a kiss.

"Everybody say hi to my band.." he yells. "Say hi to my boyfriend.." I guess he was using the synth part of the song g to his advantage.

"Oh, my love... did I mistake you for a sign from god..."

I would have less trouble getting my head around it if he did act the way he did.

"I would be lying if I told you that..."

He turns to face me, smiling. Staring down at my hands like a fucking weirdo. "Your ass looks great." I said through a laugh.

He shakes his head at me and I start to thank whoever it was that made my guitar strap so fucking long.

I tried to just ignore him and do whatever it was I got paid in bread for.

"Harry," he whispered down the mic. "What do you wanna sing?" I hold my hand over my heart. "You're asking me?"

"Yeah. No Mariah Carey though," How does he always know? "Wait no, no I'm gonna ask Darla." I felt betrayal for the first time in my life. Not a single thing prepared me for this.

"Real girls eat cake." Evan cackles. "Fuck sake. Fine."