Larry Stylinson's Cancer Battle

Chapter TwentyEight

'Where am I?' Harry wondered. He was in an unfamiliar room laying in an uncomfortable bed.

"Louis?" He asked aloud, but there was no sign of him.

He threw the cover off him and headed out of the strange room.

Again, he wonders where he is. None of this house looks familiar to him.

He comes to a stop as he stands in front of a row of pictures that are plastered to the wall.

Louis.

Him and Louis.

And, an unfamiliar small boy.

Who could that be?

"Dad?"

Harry jumps out of his skin upon hearing the voice.

Standing in front of him was a mid-teen boy who was clad in a pair of pajamas with messy a messy bed head.

"Who are you!?" Harry yelled and stepped back.

"Dad? What's going on? You're scaring me." The younger boy starred with big blue eyes and was slightly paling.

"I-I'm not your dad, kid. Where am I?" Harry stuttered.

"Dad, it's me! Louis, your son? You can't just forget about me."

Harry's heart stopped.

"D-did you just say.. Louis?" He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Yeah..? Louis William Styles-Tomlinson. Dad, are you sick or something? Should I call uncle Liam?"

Harry grabbed a hold of the wall and slid down it, feeling rather dizzy.

The smaller boy rushed over and sat next to him.

"Are you saying.. a-are you saying you have two fathers? Me being one and Louis being the other?" Harry couldn't even think straight. It was like he couldn't remember the past twenty years of his life.

"Um, Dad.. Are you sick or something? You know Daddy Louis died ten years ago. I know you're still sad about it, I am too, but don't joke about this and pretend you don't remember. That's not even remotely funny. You're really scaring me now."

"No... No that's not right."

He clenched his eyes shut and threw his head back. He grabbed both sides of his head and screamed as he was overcame with unbearable pain in his chest.

"Harry!"

How could this happen. His Louis. He let his Louis die. This couldn't be happening.

"Harry!"

How could he have coped with it? How was this real?

"For Christ sakes Harry, Wake up!"

Harry bolted straight up, sweat beaming from his forehead and drenched his shirt.

He blinked rapidly until he saw a very concerned Louis hovering over him.

"Louis?" he slowly lifted his shaky hand to rest on his cheek to see if he was imagining it.

But to his surprise, he felt the warm sensation of the Doncaster boy's skin and knew this was real.

He threw himself into Louis's arms and began crying and sobbing his little heart out.

"Baby, shhh.. what happened?" Louis asked as he held him right and rubbed his soaked tee-shirt for comfort.

"You- you died Lou, it was so real! And we had a son. And he was named after you. I c-couldn't even imagine my life without you Lou, it's not possible!" the younger boy sobbed into his chest.

"Hazza, I'm not going anywhere. I promise you, I'm never gonna leave. You're gonna be stuck with me no matter what." Louis whispered and ran his fingers through the shaking boy's hair.

"F-forever?"

"yeah babe.. forever and always, remember?"
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(A/N) I know I know, I'm terrible at updating, but I have a lot going on right now. also wanted to say that this story has about 5 chapters left and it'll be done. M'not so sure about a sequel, but who knows. Just wanted to update some fluff, so here ya go. good night Xx