The day had already been monumentally shitty. The worst of the worst days. An absolute steaming-pile-of-crap day. So, really, it was only natural to finish it with a perfect cherry on top - his call from Death-Cast.
He was alone when the unmistakabl...
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𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟷𝚜𝚝, 𝟼:𝟺𝟻𝚊𝚖
As much as Harry would have loved to lay in bed and cry all day, he decided that was unrealistic. Louis would eventually come looking and Harry didn't want to be a downer. It was true, after all, that it was his last day. He should at least try to have some fun while he still could, even if 'fun' sounded like the most unappealing thing in the world.
He hauled himself from the comforts of his memory foam mattress and stood in front of his vanity mirror, wiping away his tears and practicing his smile. He was getting too good at it. He might even be able to convince them he wasn't dying at all if he wanted to.
He took a deep breath, then another, then one more for good measure. He smoothed out his (Louis') t-shirt and ran his fingers through his unruly curls. Once he deemed himself somewhere near socially acceptable, he left the privacy of his bedroom and took his time descending the stairs.
He heard the chatter before he saw the boys. They were worked up about something, a playful argument it seemed. Louis and Zayn were leading the pack, apparently on opposing sides of whatever quarrel they'd started. Harry didn't care to figure out what it was, exactly, that they were bickering about. All he cared about was finding Louis' arms and getting comfortable in them.
He entered the living room, immediately spotting four men sprawled about. Niall and Calum on one couch, Louis on the other, and Zayn in an armchair. Niall was the first to spot Harry enter, smiling and waving, which prompted the other three men to look over. Louis' face lit up when he saw Harry and, even after so many years together, Harry still got butterflies.
Louis motioned Harry over, scooting over to make room even though there was already plenty. Harry was more than happy to comply. He went over and collapsed into his husband's arms, finding comfort in the familiar scent of his cologne. Louis wrapped around him, holding him tight and kissing the top of his head.
"Hey, love. How's your mum?"
Harry tilted his head back to smile at Louis. It was so casual and domestic, like any normal day. He wanted to pretend, even if only for a few minutes, that it was a normal day. That he'd just imagined the whole thing and no one was dying; that it was all one bad dream.
"She's good. Asked about you."
Louis hummed, a warm smile on his face. He nuzzled in close to Harry, placing another gentle kiss where Harry's tan skin and curls met at his hairline.
Harry sunk into the contact, sighing contently. He noticed after a moment, though, that all eyes in the room were on them. He felt his cheeks go warm.
"Weren't you guys gonna watch a movie or something?" he asked to break the weird silence. The TV was dark but he very much wished for it to be on so the other men could watch it instead of him and Louis.
