Harry woke up to an empty bed, last time he checked, Louis fell asleep with Azriah in between, but he was completely alone. The air felt heavy, he was sweaty, it was like he was in a box with no holes, like he was going to suffocate, the only item in the room he could see was the mirror.
"Louis?" he mumbled out, it was supposed to be scream, but nothing.. nothing at all. "what the fuck?"
Instead of being in Louis' old room, he was in his, but it was empty and hot.
Harry walked to the mirror without hesitation, looking into it, only..it wasn't him..or so he thought.
"who are you?"
"...I'm you." his reflection said, "Well..future you."
"what the fuck?" Harry chuckled, "What type of shit is this?"
"Ahaha, very funny until you see how fucked up you've gotten, Hades."
"...Hades?" Harry mumbled.
"oh yeah, not that big blue son of a bitch from Hercules, I'm talking about the king of the underworld, Greek mythology's original asshole." The reflection darkly joked, "Someone who you've turned into."
Harry shook his head in disbelief, "n-no, impossible..I'm not like that."
"You're not?" Harry's reflection mumbled, creeping him out because he was confused if this was a dream or something that's happening now. "I hope he kills himself, do us all a favor."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows at the sudden voice change, but that was him..he knew he said that to Ashton, but like that?
"Yeah that's you." his reflection confirmed, "Your voice too, deep innit?" he chuckled and soon he was gone, there was his and Louis' apartment, Louis was pacing the house, the window showed that it was late at night.
He sees himself walk in and Louis gave a sharp turn, "it's three in the morning, where the fuck have you been?"
he sighed and took off his jacket, "what do you think? work." Louis let out a frustrated sigh, "What now?"
"It's always work with you, huh? Working on this, working on that, big meeting." Louis mocked, "Well, it's bullshit and I know it!"
"Is it now?"
"You're cheating on me again! I'm sick of it!"
"Oh..Am I?" Harry gasped, "Any proof to your assumption, baby cakes?"
"don't fucking call me that, you asshole!" Louis shouted, "a fucking doctor called the house about an abortion! you got someone pregnant, you dick!"
"They probably called the wrong a-"
"Harry Styles. That's exactly who they asked for." Louis whimpered, covering his face, "If you're trying to get me back for four years ago, then great..you win..again. I give up."
"Louis, No..that's not."
"I let go of Loucifer, for you, for the baby." Louis cried, "And I thought you had your fun, but I was truly wrong, you keep playing me, hurting me.. for fun..it's like you're no longer my Harry."
Harry woke up with a loud gasp, waking up Louis as well, he was breathing hard and actually shaking. Sweat dropped down his temple and his breaths were uneven.
"Babe, are you okay?" Louis whispered, resting a hand on Harry's chest, "Hey..what's wrong?"
Harry looked around and it was light outside, he could hear birds chirping and the soft wind outside the window.
"Lou, be honest..have I ever hurt you.."
Louis furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded, Harry teared up and brushed his fingers through his hair, breathing heavier which started to worry Louis.
"Do you need some tea, Hazza?" Louis asked, "It won't be long okay, I'll just—"
"No!" Harry sobbed out, "Please don't leave me, I don't wanna be alone. I-I'm so sorry!" He cried, Louis hugged Harry tightly, rubbing his back for comfort.
"Baby, stop." Louis shushed, "It's okay.. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I promise you."
"Please.." Harry whimpered,"I'm scared." tears streaming down his face, "Lou. Please!"
Louis grabbed Harry's face and wiped his wet cheeks and kissed him softly, "Calm down, please what?"
"Don't let him get me." Harry cried.
Louis went silent and stared at Harry for a while, slowly covering his mouth and shaking his head, realizing Harry was slowly turning into his own enemy.
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Harry held Louis' hand as they walked through the hallways of the hospital, he was still dazed from his dream earlier, but he was getting a grip on himself for Louis. Yet, he couldn't help but to think..what if this is what Louis was warning him about, how he was gonna turn out like Loucifer, is this what Louis went through when he was younger? Constant confusion? Fear?
The couple crossed the window's path, Louis saw his mother, pale and limp before him. He covered his mouth and stepped back against the wall, "I can't go in there." Louis said, "I won't."
Azriah broke free from Louis' grip and ran into the room, "freakshow no!" he loudly whispered, she was long gone and Louis had to catch his breath, he was now the one breathing heavy.
"You can do it, just go." He encouraged, "Just take deep breaths."
"It's like I'm gonna go through labor again." Louis joked, Harry laughed and lifted his head up. " Which was hell."
"It's gonna be okay.." He whispered, grabbing Louis' hand.
"Harry.. I- I don't want her to die, that's my mum.." Louis whined, "She..put up with my shit no matter what..and I..I can't help her."
"You can help her by being strong, okay Lou? That's the best thing you can do for her now, spend all the time you can with her and cherish it, make her laugh, update her on your life..be nice. Tell her you love her as much as you can..Apologize for something if you have to, just go in there..make the last few days of her life the best you can." Harry told his fiancé, holding his hands and comforting him the best he could.
Louis nodded and let him go, wiping his face and walking towards the room, thinking about the things he could do to make this the best days of his mum's life.
