Chapter 9

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PRESENT

The room still sits quietly. Harry is distraught and begins to cry, Liam looks at him knowing what he has to do.

"Hey Harry, how about me and the boys leave so you can have one on one time with Louis," Liam suggests.

"Okay, will you come back?"

"Ya, we will just go get something to eat and be right back. Do you want anything?"

"No thank you I'm fine."

"Okay, Harry we'll be right back, come on boys let's let Harry have his time with Louis."

Niall and Zayn get up and give Harry a hug. Liam walks over to Harry and gives him a hug as well. They leave the room leaving Harry alone with Louis. Harry takes Louis's hand again kissing it and beginning to cry.

"Oh, Lou, I don't know if you can hear me in there. But if you, can I want you to know I love you and to keep fighting Boo Bear. You know when I went outside to get some fresh air, I saw our future together. Us, our two kids, Clifford, being a normal family. That's what I want Lou and that's what you wanted to remember? You're gonna wake up from this and I promise you I will start our dream life together. I don't care what the world has to say about it because I love you and only you Louis Tomlinson. We will start the life we've always dreamed of fuck Simon and fuck Jeff I don't care what anyone says. When you wake up, we're getting married legally and I'm taking your last name. We will adopt our kid or get surrogate, whatever you want. We'll shout it from the rooftops that we're a couple and madly in love. It will be perfect, but it can't be perfect until you wake up and say something. God dammit Lou say something! Anything, tell me you love me, just speak Lou, speak."

Every tear in Harry's body comes out, his husband is dying and there's nothing he can do to save him. What if Louis dies then the dream life that always kept him fighting would be non-existent. Harry closes his eyes, and he sees him and Louis at a One Direction concert. It's their first concert back as a band, they are singing Little Things.

"And I'm in love with Lou and all his things," Harry sings getting down on one knee.

The crowd cheers, Liam and Zayn have huge smiles on their faces, Niall's mouth is opened wide with shock and excitement, and Louis is crying.

"Lou, I have loved you since I was sixteen. You are my everything, you are my home. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Louis William Tomlinson, will you marry me, for real this time?" 

"You know the answer Harry Edward Styles, yes, yes, a thousand times yes." 

Louis and Harry kiss passionately as the crowd goes wild. Niall is jumping in the air screaming and clapping.

"There you have it kids Larry is real," Liam says.

The crowd goes wild again and Louis and Harry smile at them, the concert continues. After the concert, Louis and Harry walk up a set of stairs holding hands to the roof of the arena.

"I'm in love with Harry Styles!" Louis yells.

"And I'm in love with Louis Tomlinson!" 

"I'm gay and I'm no longer afraid anymore!"

"I get to be Harry Tomlinson!" 

"I always get to be home."

"We'll always get to be home," Harry says taking Louis's hand.

They kiss on the rooftop until Louis is brought back into reality. His hand still connected to Harry's; he cries. Harry looks at Louis and begins to sing to him.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me

But bear this mind, it was meant to be

And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

And it all makes sense to me

I know you've never loved

The crinkles by your eyes when you smile

You've never loved your stomach or your thighs

The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine

But I'll love them endlessly

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth

But if I do, it's you

Oh, it's you, they add up to

I'm in love with Lou

And all his little things

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea

And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep

And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep

Though it makes no sense to me

I know you never loved the sound of your voice on tape

You never want to know how much you weight

You still have to squeeze into your jeans

But you're perfect to me."

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