Love fades but not for you

Part 17

Morning comes Louis in the kitchen trying to make Harry eggs, going on his third attempt burning the them the other two tries. He succeeded this go around. Pouring a glass of orange juice he grabs harrys medicine. Placing the food and glass on the table he hands Harry his medicine.
Harry: I was beginning to think I was going to starve out here.
Louis: oh shut up would you! You know you're the one who does the cooking.
Harry: pitiful youve still not learned the skills to cook Louis. Harry jokes.
Louis: more reason for you to hurry and get better huh?
Harry: when I do, your ass is going to stand with me and learn how to do this shit. You can't live off of sandwiches. Harry takes a bite of the eggs, clearing his throat mid way through swallowing.
Harry: you busted the yolk but it's alright. They aren't that bad.
Louis: I'll take it as a compliment. Thank you.
Harry shakes his head finishing the eggs and the orange juice. Louis goes to clean up. Hearing his phone ring he walks back into the living room. Answering listening to the voice on the other end. Nodding his head like they could see him. Ending the call with an "I'm sorry, we will be there thank you for letting me know".

Harrys looking at him with a wondering face.
Louis: that was Niall's mum. He clears his throat.
Harry: and?
Louis: the funeral is at 2pm
Harry: today...
Louis nods his head not making eye contact, tossing his phone on the table.
Harry looks at the clock.
Harry: it's eleven o clock. It's going to take an hour in a half to get there.
Louis watched as Harry speaks slowly, picking at his nails.
Harry: could you help me shower?
Louis raises his brows.
Louis: uh yea, yes of course if you need me to.
Harry: if I didn't need you to I wouldn't have brought it up. Harry says harshly soon after apologizing.
Harry: shit lou, I'm sorry. I'm not meaning to be this grouchy.
Louis: it's ok harry. You're going through a rough time. It's alright.
Harry: so you'll help me?
Louis: yes luv. Are you ready now?
Harry: yea.
Louis helps Harry up walking to the bathroom that's down stairs placing him on the toilet. Turning on the water until getting it just right.
Louis: did the dr give you one of those covers for your casts?
Harry: the water proof ones ? Yea they are beside the wheel chair.
Louis goes and grabs the covers for harrys casts going back he puts them on making sure water isn't going to get in them.
Louis: alright all set.
Harry hold his one arm so Louis can get the hoodie off. Harrys exposed chest glowing perfectly with little scrapes scabbing over.
Louis stunned at the sight in front of him. No matter how many times he's seen Harrys body he still get taken away.
Harry: Louis?
Louis: what?
Harry: are you quite finished staring? I need my boxers off.
Louis: no but I can be finished. Louis rolls his eyes. Looking away out of respect Louis pulls harrys boxers down stretching one leg hole enough to get it over the cast. Harrys wraps one arm around Louis neck. Hoping to the shower, stopping he looks at Louis.
Harry: are you getting in like that ?
Louis: hmm?
Harry: when I said I need you to help me I meant I actually needed you to help me. Which means I need you in the shower with me.
Louis: oh I thou— ok yea. Louis raises his brows.
Harry leans on the wall watching as Louis get undressed.
Harry: mmmm...
Louis: is something wrong?
Harry: a lot is wrong but never with you lou.
Louis gives him a cheeky smile, they both get in the shower.
Harry: this is hard holy shit. I'm going to end up falling.
Louis: maybe if I run a bath it'd be better?
Harry: why didn't we do that in the first place lou. Harry gives a little chuckle. Louis smiles hearing him laugh a little. Hearing Harry laugh and smile just a little makes his days better.
Louis plugs the drain letting the tub fill. Easing Harry down, sitting behind him. Harry breaths in. Laying back onto Louis chest resting his eyes. Louis wraps his arms around harrys neck resting his arms on his chest.
Harry: I need a fucking break lou.
Louis: I know babe. I know.
Harry: what have I done to make god hate me so much to keep putting me through so much shit?
Louis: you've done nothing Harry. He dosent hate you, things just happen for no reason or explanation. It the way this fucked up life works.
Harry: I don't know if I'm going to be able to do this Louis. Seeing him in that casket it's just- I- I really don't think I can handle it.
Louis: I'll be right by your side H. You're not doing it alone.
Harry: have you heard anything about Zayn?
Louis: his mom and dad updated me last night while you were asleep. I was waiting for the right time to tell you. I didn't want to tell you as soon as you woke up.
Harry: what are they doing?
Louis: there's no funeral. They are having a candle light ceremony for him on Saturday.
Harry: what the fuck. No funeral?
Louis: he didn't want one. Don't you remember he said before to us he didn't ever want to have a funeral. He didn't want his friends and family seeing him in a casket.
Harry sighs.
Harry: I want my mind off of this shit. It's constantly in my head. I go to sleep I dream about it I wake up I think about it. I just want it to fucking go away.
Louis: I'm trying Harry. I'm trying to do the best I can. I'm not sure what to do in these situations.
Harry: I know you are. Harrys says reaching his arm backward to touch Louis head.
Harry: thank you.
Louis: you don't have to thank me.
Louis raises Harry up. Grabbing the cup he has in the tub to wash his hair. Washing his hair he moved onto his body. Being gentle with the scrapes. Finishing up he gets Harry out drying him off. Sitting him back onto the toilet in a towel, he goes up stairs getting his and Harrys clothes. Getting dressed Harry has on a plain black T shirt and a black pair of skinny jeans on. One of the arm hole are a little stretched due to having to make it fit over the cast. It's half past twelve. Sitting on the couch Harry gets on his phone for the first time sense the accident. Turning it on his jaws instantly clench seeing the screen savor.