The Perfect Match.

Chapter 50

The months seem to pass by quickly for Harry and Louis, much quicker than they want. Soon, it's December and they're packing for their trip to Doncaster and Holmes Chapel to see their families again... and to see England again.

So much has changed for them... Emma is 10, Olivia is 10 months old and crawling everywhere, and Harry is more fit and healthier than ever.

While Louis himself has changed completely; he took Harry's advice, found the best psychiatrist in LA and began seeing him twice a week for several months.

He no longer has the nightmares of losing Harry; rather, he has dreams of a future with Harry... his mindset has drastically changed.

He no longer fears Harry dying... and neither of them hardly even bring up the fact that Harry was ever sick now.

Harry has worked the past few months putting on art shows once again, returning to the passion he loves so much. And Louis has brought their girls to every single one of them.

Their house walls are now covered in Harry's artwork in each room... there's paintings he has done everywhere. There's even one of the 4 of them that hangs in the living room area, and besides the mural on the art room wall, the piece of the family is Harry's most favorite.

Emma and Harry have worked on the other walls of the art room, creating different pieces. Harry has written Emma and Olivia's names on one wall in beautiful colors with all kinds of different paintings surrounding their names.

The house looks nothing the same now... and Louis can't help but love looking around each and every room seeing the liveliness of Harry's paintings, pieces of his soul on the walls of their home.

Now, their house feels more like home to Louis than ever.

"I don't think we packed enough diapers," Harry's telling Louis while he's looking through the diaper bag.

"Harold, we'll buy more once we get there," Louis replies, "we're going to be late for our flight at this rate."

"Did you pack our sweaters and hoodies?" Harry asks and picks up Olivia before she's crawling into the kitchen, "where are you going, you little sneak?"

Louis smirks and runs his fingers through Olivia's hair, "God, she's the spitting image of you. The more she grows, Harry, the more she looks like you."

Harry grins down at their daughter while she's babbling away in his arms.

"She's very vocal and always wanting to get into something," Harry chuckles.

"She is already like you," Louis winks as Emma is coming down the stairs, her backpack in her hand. "Ready, love?"

"Yeah, I can't wait to see Nana and Grammy," she replies before she's picking up her coat from the sofa, "is it snowing there, daddy?"

"Nana said it was, yeah," Louis smiles, "guess we finally get to play in some snow again."

"Jesus, it's been years since I've even seen snow," Harry sighs with a smile, "or my hometown... it'll be nice to see again."

"Well, we're not going to see it standing here," Louis replies and picks up his and Harry's coat from the sofa before he's grabbing their carry on as well.

All of their luggage is in the back of the Rover already as they're walking out to the garage, Louis making sure to lock up the house.