The Perfect Match.

Chapter 59

Harry's eyes slowly open the following morning after the club; he can see the sun's rays out the patio doors as he's rubbing his eyes and trying to adjust.

He quickly realizes how bad his head is throbbing and he's squinting his eyes shut immediately while putting his hand to his head.

"Fuck," he mumbles out lowly and turns in the bed to see Louis still sound asleep... even snoring.

Harry sighs and slowly gets up, holding his head while he does; he looks through the duffel bag and finds his pain pills before he's walking to their living area and grabbing a bottled water from the fridge.

He keeps his eyes closed as he twists the cap off of the pills and quickly gets 2. Then, he's downing them with the water before sitting it down on the small table and rubbing his forehead.

He walks back to their room, seeing it's only 7:20 am; Louis has to be downstairs by 8:45 today for the 9:00 meeting, but the last thing Harry wants to do is wake him as he watches him sleeping.

Louis is on his side, his left hand on the pillow next to his face while his mouth is open slightly as he snores. Harry smiles while he's glancing from Louis' messy fringe in his eyes down to the wedding band on his finger.

No matter how many days that pass, Harry still can't believe he's married to this man... this incredible, kind-hearted man whose smile is like the sun to him.

Harry just stands in the doorway of their room, studying Louis, admiring him. He thinks again for the millionth time how fortunate he is to still be here on this earth... to be able to experience everything with the man lying in that bed... the man he's married to, and who his soul belongs to.

They've formed a family together, Harry begins to think. They have 2 beautiful little girls at home and possibly 2 more babies on the way. Though, Harry knows Louis isn't 100% sure they're having twins, Harry can already feel it; he already knows without a doubt for some reason.

And while he's thinking about it, he goes to grab his phone, beginning a text to Gemma to see how well she is doing, and hoping Emma and Olivia are still having a blast with her and his mum.

He texts her quickly before his phone begins to ring, and Harry's wishing he would've silenced it the night before.

He closes his eyes and rubs his head as he answers it and walks into the living area, "yeah."

"Hey, mate," Zayn says more cheerfully than Harry can stand.

"Jesus, how are you so fucking happy?" Harry groans quietly.

"What? It's a beautiful morning. The sun is out," Zayn chuckles some.

"Are you out for a smoke?" Harry asks.

"I was. Just came back," Zayn replies.

"No wonder you feel so grand," Harry rolls his eyes.

"Oh, Mr. Tomlinson has a hangover," Zayn jokes.

"I do. I have a hangover from fucking hell," Harry sighs, "I'm afraid Louis will, too, once he wakes."

"Nah, he'll probably be fine," Zayn says into the phone, "how about I bring up a joint? It'd help you loads. And maybe you can talk your husband into having breakfast with us this morning."

"Sure, yeah," Harry replies with a nod and glances in their room to see Louis still sound asleep. "I'll wake him up in just a few. But yeah, go ahead and bring that up. I'd be very grateful."

"No problem," Zayn laughs, "Liam and I will be up in a second."

"Thanks, man," Harry whispers out before he ends the call.