The Perfect Match.

Chapter 35

Louis glances at the clock on the nightstand, seeing it's only close to 4:30 am. He feels as if he's been awake for hours thinking of what he'll say to Elizabeth. What can he possibly say? How can he even start a conversation with his ex-wife that he hasn't seen in years?

He knows now he has to, however. And he doesn't blame Harry for trying to do what was best; Louis just isn't sure if he's ready to do this.

Harry lays next to him, snoring away into his pillow, one arm draped over Louis' stomach and Louis can't help but smile at him.

This person who is so opposite of everything Louis is is so perfect for him as well. Louis never could've fathomed living this life with someone like Harry Styles. He never saw this future happening for himself.

And Louis can't help but think how just a while ago, his life only revolved around his work and Emma, though it was mostly his work that took up his time.

But out of the blue, this care free spirit, this man whose strength and courage astonished Louis had come along and changed his world. Harry had turned his world upside down.

Harry made him want more. Harry made him strive to be more. Harry had changed him in every possible way.

As Louis brushes the loose curls from Harry's face, he grins and realizes again for what seems like the millionth time how fortunate he is to have this beautiful soul in his life... to call this beautiful soul his own.

The thought of Harry relapsing is always in the back of Louis' mind however... but he's learning to enjoy every single day with him. He's learning to enjoy every moment they share. He doesn't know what the future holds any more than Harry does... which makes Louis only want to love Harry as much as possible in the present time.

Louis slips in and out of sleep for a couple of more hours before he finally sighs in defeat and gets up. He throws on his sweats and picks up his phone before he's walking downstairs to make a call.

He's decided he isn't going to work today... he knows the other doctors are more than capable of taking care of the patients; he feels as if he needs to be at home with Harry today, though he isn't sure as to why yet.

After he ends the call, he quietly climbs the stairs, stopping in Emma's doorway to see her still fast asleep. Her alarm clock will sound in just a few moments and she'll be getting up and getting ready for school. So, he decides to surprise her and Harry both with breakfast.

But, before heading down to the kitchen, he goes back to his and Harry's room, picking up Harry's cell phone on the bedside table. He smirks to himself when he reads a message from Gemma, then he looks for Elizabeth's number. He types the numbers into his phone and places Harry's phone back where it lay, glancing over at Harry again sleeping so peacefully against Louis' pillow.

As he walks downstairs, he nervously begins a text to Elizabeth, biting his lip while he tries to type out the words. He isn't sure what he should say to her, but he keeps it simple.

"Hey, Liz, this is Louis. Harry talked to me about meeting you and I just wanted to text you and send you my number. If you're still up for meeting at the park with me, Harry, and Emma, I would like that. Text me back when you get this."

Louis lets out a deep sigh before his finger hesitates on the send button. He finally gets the courage to press send and quickly puts his phone down on the kitchen counter before going to the fridge to begin breakfast.

Louis cooks quite a bit for Harry and Emma, though for the past several months Harry has taken it upon himself to do the cooking. He has helped Louis around the house more than Louis could have ever asked him to.