Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

December 10th.

I will never be able to read any of these books back but that first one I wrote about Luke who's disgustingly cringe.
I feel like an old prune when I think about it. Makes me wanna shrivel up and die.

"Also, Harry I would really love to talk to you about what you said the other day." I was just watching Louis run around the hotel room like he was a child at Disney land. "About what?"

"You saying that you loved Louis. Didn't even know you knew what that meant." Dickhead.

"I didn't say shit." Darla laughs, joining in on the conversation. "Yes you did. I'll ask his dad."

"Probably have to tell pretty loud for him to hear you." I wasn't sure why he was running around, he hasn't even eaten anything.

I'm not sure if he's excited about the snow or if he's just fucking weird.

"He's not listening." Evan says. "Yeah because this is a stupid conversation. I didn't say it." I did, I know exactly when I said it and how I said it and I know that I meant it.

"Harry there is no better time to tell somebody you love them than in New York while it's snowing." I point out to the window. "Not snowing just yet mate."

"You know that it's about to. It's been forecast. It's going to snow. You're going to say I love you. The world will be right. Also why did you need me to email Zayn Malik his new album? Won't it get out?"

"No, it's only going to his daughter. She's just— I had a moment." She nods. "Wait he has a daughter?"

"Yeah." Evan hums, nodding in approval. "Didn't know Zayn Malik was cool like that." My god kill me. "Shut up, Louis! Hey! Get dressed! We're gonna go get food."

"I'm running. Hold on." I'm not sure he saw the bed, but he hit his leg on it, completely eating shit and laying on the floor.

He giggled to himself to I assume it was on purpose. "You feel better now?"

"Yeahh. Okay I'm ready now. Can I go like this?" He was not wearing a shirt.

"No?"

"Why?"

"Shirt?"

"Free will."

He raises his eyebrows.

"Hypothermia?"

"Fake news."

Oh my god, maybe I'm the smart one. "Get dressed." Who am I fucking kidding. I have bread in my pockets. "Where are we going?"

"Food. Gonna go walk around and see what we can find." It took him two minutes to get ready, he was either really hungry or he was crazy and had a little voice telling him what to do.

Either way I didn't care.

I forced him out with his hair a mess and he didn't enjoy it. "Free will?"

"Fuck off! Let me go back." He stops where he's stood. "No, move I'm hungry."

He whips around charging back, only to be thrown over my shoulder and carried around like a child. "Put me down! This is kidnapping!"

"You need to calm down." Darla sighs. "Why do you let him do this but when we try and mess with you we get beat?"

"Have you ever had sex with Harry?" He'd given in, just resting his chin on his hand. Not a care in the world. "Can't say I have no."

"Then you wouldn't understand." Should I be worried or impressed with myself?

I really didn't know.

"We're in New York and I'm being carried around like a baby because my hair is a mess and I wanna fix it. This is ridiculous."

"I agree, that is ridiculous. The fact that I have to carry you is ridiculous."

"Do you think there's a glee diner anywhere?" Darla asked, I just know that Louis' eye twitched. "You say that's hit again and I'll kill you and you're little twink of a boyfriend."

"Do it bitch. Beats spending time with you." Putting him down on the floor I pull him away from Evan. The waitress freezing as she stares at him. "Four people."

"Y-yeah. This- way." Her cheeks puff up as she walks us to the booth. "Thanks."

"Can I get you started with any drinks?" She asked quickly. "Do you have anything sugar free?" I asked through a laugh. "Harry please, we're in America, everything has extra sugar. Can I have a coke please."

"Mhm yeah we'll all just have cokes. Thank you." Evan always made ordering way quicker than he needed to. "I'll be right back."

She puts the basket of bread in front of us and they all looked at me. "I didn't- do anything."

"You have bread in your pockets." Darla scolds. "No." I did. Four pieces of squashed bread. "I know you do. Do not take them out."

"I wasn't going to." I was.

"Louis what's with the free will thing? What's happening there?" Evan asks. "I don't actually know. I just stopped drinking and sort of said fuck it, started just, living."

"Oh, so instead of drinking you just eat sugar and let your life play out on its own?" The girl sets the drinks down. "Yeah, the other day I was gonna play uhm- I forgot what it was, song from the album but I was like, eh— no."

"Interesting." We all look up at the girl, Louis completely clueless to who he was apparently.

"I think just, four fries and then the cheeseburgers too- four, I mean- hold on, i meant to say four fries and cheeseburgers. Sorry, you knew that."

"It's okay. Is that everything? Did you want more bread?"

"I love you."

Louis scoffs out a laugh, covering over his mouth sliding down his seat. "I'll get you some more now."

I don't even know why I said it.

I've been so deprived of saying it I think my body gave in and said it to the first person that was nice to me.

"Kill me. Please. I think it would be less embarrassing," Darla was smiling like she knew something I didn't. "I don't like you right now Darla."

"Boohoo." Turns out we were here for four days. First day didn't count according to Denny. "Darla what is your problem?"

"I have so many, do you want a list?" Louis falls on his side, resting against me. "No."