Harry admitted there was a big weight lifted off his shoulders when Louis told him and Ashton to let go. Mostly, he just wanted to make Louis proud, he loves him and he'll do anything for him.
The double date didn't go sour like he thought it would either, after everyone made up and apologized for everything they went to an arcade. Louis set up the teams and labeled them as 'Team Bottom' and 'Team Top' and to Harry's surprise him and Ashton work well together, but as a joke they were the ones on Team Bottom.
When Harry woke up he was confused, Louis wasn't next to him like he last remembered, he looked around and he could hear him talk, breathing heavily and sniffling.
"She's okay, right?" Louis rambled out, Harry sat up and furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay. Okay, thanks." Louis came into the room with wet cheeks and ruffled hair, his eyes were wide and red and Harry was worried.
"Lou, what's wrong?" Harry asked, sitting up from his previous position. Louis tried to speak, but he started to cry harder, he covered his mouth and fell face first on the bed. It was quite early and he didn't have work yet so he's fine for now. "Louis, speak to me. What's going on?"
"My mom..she- she's.."Louis tried, but he started to sob, Harry reached forward to grab Louis' hand and pull him closer and with a little help from Louis himself, they were able to get him a little on Harry's lap. "She's sick." Louis whimpered,"She's dying.."
Harry stopped his movements, trying to make sure his ears weren't deceiving him, he looked down at him and Louis turned towards his stomach as he covered his face, Harry wasn't as close with Louis' mom, but in a way they were close and that definitely felt like a second mom to him. Hearing that she might be dying hurt. They didn't start off on the right foot at first because of the tiny age difference, but it still hurt him. He actually loved his soon to be mother in law.
"Wow.." Harry croaked out, he cleared his throat and stroked Louis' hair in order to calm him down, "That's um.." He couldn't find any right words to say, Harry wasn't good with death. At all. "We should get packed up.." He mumbled
Louis looked up at him from the side of his eye and sniffled, "What?' Louis managed to say with a shaky voice.
"You wanna be there for her right?"Harry asked and Louis nodded instantly, "We're gonna need to get on the earliest flight to Worcestershire. We'll probably get there in like five or seven hours by plane." Louis nodded quickly and ran out the room, getting their daughter dressed up and clothes packed first.Harry took the duty of choosing both of their clothes, knowing Louis' style too well.
Harry called Luke and tapped his foot, trying to put on his other boot. "Luke!" Harry exclaimed and he can hear Luke groan softy.
"What the fuck." The younger aussie mumbled tiredly , "What's going on?"
"Hey..um, I'm probably not gonna be at work in the..maybe next two weeks.." Harry sighed softly and closed his eyes, "Um..Louis' mom is extremely ill and..we're gonna be going back to Worcestershire to see her." Harry wiped his eyes and watched as Louis walked in, wiping his face as well and sniffling.
"Oh fuck seriously? Is he okay? Are you guys okay?" Luke asked, sounding more concerned and completely awake.
"We'll be okay." Harry looked over to Louis, quickly getting himself dressed,
"I'm sure of it.."
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Harry refused to let go of Louis' hand as they walked through the airport, Louis held a sleeping Azriah in his arms as he held Harry's hand, tickets in his pocket and about to board their plane back to where it all began.
