It's inevitable everything that's good comes to an end.

one/one

Harry gently wraps his arm around Louis's bony shoulders, trying ever so hard not to hurt the smaller boy as Louis now looks up at Harry, even though the cancer had taken his eyesight, tears welling up in his once bright blue eyes that had now faded to a dull, lifeless grey.

"Scared, Haz." Louis said, his words slurring together as Harry gently presses his hand to Louis cheek, trying to reassure the older boy. All of a sudden Louis started to cough violently, fear evident on his face as he knew that this was the end. Harry pulls the smaller and more frail boy closer to him, trying to stay calm unlike the day Louis was diagnosed.

"I've got brain cancer Harry. Glioblastoma." Louis said quietly, looking up at Harry who was now pacing the room, his hands tugging at his hair, tears welling up in his eyes. "They say I've got six months at most."

"You're not going to die! I wont let you!" Harry suddenly screams, slightly scaring Louis as he jumps a little before he stands up, making his way over to the younger boy, wrapping his arms around him as he breaks down into Louis's arms. "Please don't leave me, I need you."

"I'm not giving up without a fight, I promise you that now." Louis sways slightly, keeping Harry pressed tightly against him, tears rolling down his own cheeks. "I love you."

"It's okay. You're okay." Harry coos, running his hand gently along Louis's prominent shoulder blades, trying to calm him down.

Louis keeps coughing, trying to place his hands over his mouth when he feels blood rising in the back of his throat. He'd not coughed this badly before and it worried him, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to leave Harry on his own. He didn't want to break his promise.

Harry noticed this and passed Louis a tissue, sitting him up slightly as tears started to well up in Harry's green eyes.

Louis stops coughing, trying to lift his hand up to wipe his mouth but his hand wouldn't co-operate with him. Another effect of the cancer.

Louis lent back, letting out a loud sigh to try and catch Harry's attention. Louis was sick of this. He was sick of not being able to do anything for himself. He just wanted it all to be over but he didn't want to leave Harry to fend for himself.

Harry quickly realizes, leaning over to gently wipe the blood away from Louis mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to Louis cheek as he does so.

Louis smiles a little at this, the little gesture making him feel loved still.

"Shave my hair for me, Haz." Louis says confidently, turning around to face his boyfriend who was stood in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame.

"What?" Harry gasps loudly, standing upright.

"I can't deal with the hair thinning, Harry." Louis sighs, motioning to the few tufts of dark brown hair on his head. "I'd rather be bald than look like this."

"You'll always be beautiful to me, Lou." Harry whispers, walking over to where Louis was stood, picking the electric clippers up off the side. "Ready?"

Louis nods, gripping the edge of the sink, his knuckles turning white as he tries to hold his tears back. He lets out a shaky breath as he watches the few tufts of hair he had left after the chemo fall to the floor.

Harry turns the clippers off soon after, placing them back where they were before Louis turns around, burying his head into Harry's chest as he lets out loud sobs, balling his hands up into Harry's white t-shirt. Harry wraps his arms around the smaller and more frail boy, holding him close to his chest.

"You're so brave, baby. So so brave." Harry whispers into Louis's ear before pressing multiple loving kisses to the top of Louis's head. "I'm so proud of you." Harry lifts the beanie off of his own head to place it onto Louis's, smoothing it down slightly.