carry on

four

It's almost three weeks since John was in the accident. I wake up four in the morning by the sound of Harry's phone ringing. Harry wakes up too, he groans as he picks up the phone. He talks to the person in the phone, when he's done he looks at me. "It was the hospital. They said that John might wake up any time soon, but they are not sure." Harry tells me with a smile on his lips.

I sigh in relief, I'm glad to hear that even though they are not sure. It doesn't take a long time until both me and Harry fall asleep yet again, Harry holds his hand in mine, it makes me feel safe and loved. Oh how I love him, he's mine. This night, I fall asleep smiling.

I actually wake up before Harry this early October morning, I watch him sleep, his wondeful face is so laidback. I hope he's dreaming something beautiful, maybe he's dreaming about us. He's so cute I just want to kiss him forever.

I kiss him before I go to the kitchen to make breakfast, I kind of want to do pancakes but I suck. I'll make him pancakes anyway. Harry loves pancakes, just maybe not mine. I don't even like mine. I'm bad at cooking, literally, I suck.

"Louis?" Harry trips into the kitchen where I am ready with the breakfast. "Goodmorning, love." I say and kiss him. Looks like he hasn't slept very well since he has dark circles under his eyes, none of us work today since it's Saturday. "You woke up before me and made breakfast, what a surprise!" Harry laughs and kisses my forehead. I smile crazily, I'm so in love with this idiot.

"You made pancakes?" Harry laughs, he knows I can't cook pancakes, I can barely cook at all. "Thank you." He whispers in my ear, it tickles. "No worries, you look really tired Haz. Did you sleep well?" I'm cocerned about him, my angel.

"I slept perfectly fine, thanks Lou." Harry tells me with his mouth full of pancakes. I can see on his face that he doesn't like it. "The pancakes aren't good, are they?" I giggle. He eats the little piece of the pancake he has left before he speaks. "They aren't disgusting just not very good." Harry smiles at me.

"I'm not used to you having this short hair, I miss your curls but to are still really beautiful." I laugh and touch his hair, his hair isn't curly anymore. A big smile appears on his beautiful face. No one can make me as happy as he does, no one can make me feel as loved as he does. He kisses my forehead. I look up into his emerald green eyes. I could easily see that he's exhausted, I totally understand, these last few weeks has been the worst.

I wrapped my arms around him, having him so close to me. I hug him tighter. "Thank you." I can hear him say. "For making me happy." He continues. I rest my head on his shoulder, my lips touching his skin. I rub his back, I feel like home.

"Please never leave me." I whisper, he kisses my head. Thinking about one day Harry might leave me, I can't do life without him. I don't want him to ever leave, I want him here forever. "I won't, I will always be here." He lays his hand on my chest, which means my heart.

Harry has always had the power to make my heart melt, he has always had the power to make me smile through hard times. He never lets me down, Harry is absolutely amazing and he is never mad at me. He always tries to see the positive things in life, even when things are hard.

"Should we go to the hospital and see John?" I ask while I kiss him. His fingers touches my skin and I get even more goosebumps. I lick my lips and kiss his jawline. "Actually.. I think that can wait." Harry says, I follow him into the bedroom.

He pushes me onto the bed, I lie flat on my back. He unbuckles my pants and puts my cock inside his mouth, immediately starting to deep throat. "Ah... shit..." I wasn't ready for this at all but I go hard instantly. I grab his head to make him go faster, he obeys my quiet instruction, almost making him gag on spot. I can quickly, too horny to be ashamed. Harry keeps my cock in his mouth as I cum which makes me cum even more and I can't stop myself from letting out a very loud moan. Harry doesn't spit. He swallows with pride. "Fuck you're so perfect." I say, voice cracking from the act we just had. "You taste good" he insist as he licks the length of my cock once more, making my legs tremble.

Two hours later we're on the way to the hospital. I insist that we would go and get a coffee first, we were almost at the starbucks parking lot when Harry gets a call from the hospital saying John has woken up. We go there as fast as we possible can.

"John!", we both shout running towards our sons hospital bed, I wrap my arms around his small body. I cannot stop smiling, John point at Harry's hair and slightly let out a laughter. "Daddy, what happened to your hair?"

The doctors tell us it's kind of a miracle, no one knows how it happened. He just woke up and was perfectly fine like nothing had happened. As I drive home with my husband and my son, he speaks about Harry's hair. For this moment I'm so happy and I have never been more glad by hearing John's voice. I'm afraid to wake up and realise this is all a dream.

I thought we had lost our baby boy forever. I could not believe how lucky we were.

I let a tear fall down my cheek before I smile and look at my son. He is awake and safe. John grabs my hand and tried to count my fingers unsuccessfully since he only knows how to count to four which I find adorable. I look at Harry and I can see him genuinely smiling.

We let John fall asleep between me and Harry, not wanting to let him out of our sights  for a while. Before we all are asleep, arms wrapped around each other.