When Harry turns sixty-four, Louis has been diagnosed for ten months. It's not awful yet, sometimes Louis will forget what day it was, and other times he'll forget Michelle or Zach's name, and once or twice he forgot entirely about One Direction, but for the most part he does pretty well.
It's still hard for Harry, to sit there with Louis at dinner on his sixty-fourth birthday, to look at his husband, who at sixty-six was much to young to be dealing with the disease that had infiltrated him.
He wishes, that night, for Louis to make a miraculous recovery, but that's just not how reality works.
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52 Birthdays With Lou
Fanfiction52 birthdays Harry spent with Louis. whisper_thy_story | Archive Of Our Own
