The babysitter (boyxboy)

Epilogue

It's been thirty six years since the best love of Harry's life tragically died.

Harry was sad and stayed alone for a really long time, he graduated high school single, he did his frosh week at the university of Edinburgh single and he graduated from his undergraduate degree completely single.

He never felt like he needed someone by his side. Not until he met Isabelle. It was the most bizarre experience of his life, Harry always thought that he was Gay but when he met this dynamic woman he couldn't help falling a little bit more in love with her every time that he saw her.

She has the same eyes that Louis had, her long brown hair is the same softness that Louis was, and she wears the same perfume that Louis wore. But if you ask Harry he will the fact that Louis wore perfume to his grave.

Isabelle is the second best thing that has ever happened to Harry. She makes him smile and she gave him a perfect family, them two and the five dogs.

They never had any kids, Isabelle never wanted and Harry tells himself that it's what he wants too.

Harry is 53 now and it's far too late to go back to that life, the chance to have kids is behind him. He likes to think that Louis would have adopted a couple with him but thinking about what could have been does nothing but hurt Harry.

Harry knows that he loves Isabelle more than she loves him. He knows that the dogs will always be her true loves. Louis was his, the dogs are hers.

Isabelle is always so ready to do something. No matter what the activity she's ready to go. Harry just wants to sit down and enjoy the day, he loves his home and he likes staying in it. He sees no problem with the fact that he has no job and the fact that he doesn't cook. He likes Isabelles cooking and she makes more than enough money for both of them by running the English Literature department at Oxford.

Harry honestly spends most of his days lounging thinking of Louis and talking to the only framed picture he has of his love.

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Isabelle tells herself that she loves Harry, she tells herself that she's happy. She brings in all of the money in the family, she cooks all of their meals, she takes care of all of the dogs. All Harry really does for the family is some light house chores.

Harry thinks that Isabelle doesn't know about the bizarre framed photo of a teenage boy that he keeps under his pillow. But she's the one who changes their sheets every week so how would she not?

She understands that he Once loved this man and she understands that she will never be as good as he is in Harry's eyes but it's been nearly fourth years. It's time Harry forgets this little boy.

It's been fifteen years since her and Harry have been together and she honestly doesn't know how long she can stay with a man who loves her so much more than she loves him.

It's honestly a little sad because Isabelle knows that Harry still loves Louis, she knows that Louis is his number one love. But even as his second love he still loves her more than she loves him.

Isabelle knows what she needs to do. She needs to find a home, get the dogs, get all of the belongings that she's payed for and finally file for a divorce.

Isabelle wants to be the powerful independent woman that she was always meant to be. She's made it to the head of the English department at one of the best universities in the world and somehow she's married to a lazy man who amounted to nothing.

Harry grew up poor so Isabelle thought that he would be a hard worker but all he turned out to be was an annoying pest in her life.

Isabelle yearns for a dynamic relationship. She wants a man to pick her up, throw her down on their couch, tell her she's gorgeous and watch a silly movie with her.

Harry only wants to worship her body in a sexual manner. Of course Isabelle enjoys that kind of attention and she knows that's that is the only way that Harry knows how to show love. And he does show his love like that. Almost every night. Sometimes it's a lot, it's like Harry is still a teenager and he wants to indulge every chance he gets.

Isabelle wants a more sophisticated love than one that is simply sexual.

She calls up her lawyer that very day and tells her to draw up the papers as soon as possible.

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"Isabelle please! We can make this work! Don't leave me you're all that I have left!" Harry is distraught. He has not felt this shocked since he saw Louis, his love, dead in front of him. He loves Isabelle more than he can handle. He needs her.

"Harry this is ridiculous! I have been doing nothing but support you for the past fifteen years of my life! I can't handle this anymore! I just don't love you like that anymore." This is hard for Isabelle but she knows that this is what needs to be done. She feels herself slowly dying in an already dead relationship. She hasn't loved Harry for the past ten years. It's time for her to move on.

"Isabelle I swear if you leave me I'll have nothing left to live for!" Harry was getting desperate at this point. He needed someone to love, without an outlet he truest was no body. Not to mention the fact that Isabelle has been supporting him completely for the past fifteen years.

"I'm sorry Harry, there was a time when you were the most important thing in my life. That time has passed and I'm ready to move on." For the first time in fifteen years Isabelle feels strong and in control of her life. She has Harry sign the papers, hands both their prenup and their divorce papers to her lawyer and that's the end. She gets to live her free independent life.

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Harry has absolutely nothing left. He can't afford the bills for his house, there are no more dogs running around bringing him joy, no more wife to show love and affection too. The only thing left is to reunite himself with his one true love.

Harry knows that this is a horrible idea but he can't live any more. He takes the only thing Isabelle left behind, her migraine pills. Now that she doesn't have Harry to take care of she probably won't be needing them anymore.

Because Isabelle took everything that she bought the only item left in the huge house is a single pillow with the words "my love" embroidered into it in isabelles favourite colours.

Harry swallows the entire bottle of pills with water from the tap that he drank by cupping his hands, he payed his head down on the pillow and dreamt of the only thing that has ever loved him. Louis.

The end.

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Merry Christmas to my real life best friend Isabelle who will always love her dogs more than she will love any man. Especially Harry.

All of the fucking love. Eve