To Be, or Not To Be **COMING SOON**

Prologue

He had tried. He had tried three times, but, no matter what he did, he failed. Harry just simply wouldn't listen. He wouldn't take five minutes out of his oh so busy day to listen to Louis - his husband.

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"Haz, it's Lou. I have something important to talk to you about. Do you think you could come home during lunch for a few minutes. Just let me know if you can. Love you. Bye." Louis spoke into the phone, leaving a voicemail.

Not even five minutes later, he received a text.

'Sorry. Busy at work. Won't be home til 10.'

Louis knew he'd be asleep by then, his sickness tiring him out.

He needed to tell Harry. He needed to tell him before it was too late. Three months. That's all he had. He had to figure out a way to tell him before it was too late, but he didn't know how. He'd have to try again later.

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Louis awoke to a movement on the other side of the bed, noticing it was Harry arriving late. 3:47, the clock read. He rolled over to greet him but stopped when he noticed Harry's disheveled appearance. He just laid there pretending to be asleep as Harry got under the sheets and began to snore immediately.

The next morning, he was surprised to see Harry still in bed. Choosing to take advantage of the opportunity, he went to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast. He had just finished the bacon when he heard a loud bang followed by a curse from upstairs. About five minutes later, Harry came rushing down the stairs with his pants unbuttoned and jacket thrown over his shoulder. He looked angry.

"God damn it, Louis. Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I-I didn't know. I made breakf-"

"I don't fucking have time for this. You made me late."

"I wanted to talk to you." Before he finished his sentence, Harry was already out the door.

"I love you, too." Two more months.

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It was Thanksgiving at the Tomlinson- Deakin home. Harry and Louis agreed to spend Thanksgiving there - as long as they go to the Styles' for Christmas. They spent the whole day out on the town, before enjoying the traditional home-cooked meal with the family. Despite their distance, Harry was extremely loving and affectionate throughout the day. Although Louis was sure it was fake, he thought he might as well accept it while it lasts. However, he was surprised when Harry attacked his lips once they retired to bed. They were in his old childhood bed - the same bed they had spent countless hours cuddled up and making out in back in high school. Harry was beginning to get aggressive, and Louis knew he had to stop him before he got too excited. His body simply couldn't take any strenuous activities.

"Harry," He started to say between kisses. "Haz"

"Yeah?" Harry groaned in annoyance.

"I-I can't."

"What? Are you on your period?" Harry scoffed using a mocking tone.

"No," Louis gave him an incredulous look, "I just can't. I've been meaning to talk to you-"

"Fucking hell, Louis. You always wanna fucking talk. Can we just not talk for two damn minutes?"

"We haven't actually talked at all for the past six months, thanks to you."

"Thanks to me?" Harry was practically shouting, "You're the one constantly moping around the house like a damn lost puppy, and I'm the reason we don't talk?"

In the middle of his rant, he had hopped out of bed and began putting his sweatpants back on.

"You know what? I'm just gonna sleep on the couch."

"No, Harry-" That was all he managed to get out before Harry had slammed the door and started stomping down the stairs. One more month.

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BTW chapter one will be published in October.