The Perfect Match.

Chapter 61

Louis is zipping their suitcase the following morning before he's looking around the room to see if they've forgotten anything.

He sits the suitcase on the unmade bed and glances at Harry standing out on the patio.

Louis smiles as he watches him looking around at the sights they've come to know over the weekend.

He watches Harry run his fingers through his hair before he's burying his hands in his suede coat again; Louis picks up his own coat and opens the patio door to join him.

"Wanting to take any last photos?" Louis asks and Harry instantly turns around. Louis just grins as he walks over to stand beside Harry.

"There's some places I would've loved to have taken photos at," Harry tells him with a sigh, "but... there's always next time."

"We'll come back," Louis nods, "and we can bring the girls, our mums... it'd be loads of fun. And you can take me to a Broadway play finally."

Harry smirks a little as he looks back at Louis, "you know, even though we didn't get to do all that much... this really has been a nice getaway."

"We needed it," Louis says quietly. "I mean, you and I both know it's been ages since we've gone anywhere alone... overnight at least."

Harry nods and glances back at Central Park once more. "I've enjoyed it. A lot, Lou."

"We've gotta check out at 11, so do you want to have breakfast downstairs, or..."

Harry looks at the time on his phone and sees they still have nearly 3 hours. He thinks for a moment before replying, "why don't we just walk to Starbucks and grab something? Spend a little more time in this city."

"Suppose we could, yeah," Louis smiles at him. "What do you want to do?"

Harry shrugs, "I don't know... just see a little more of it... maybe go shopping."

"That would take you longer than 3 hours," Louis jokes.

"Not for me," Harry laughs, "for the girls... and for Gemma and mum, if you don't mind."

"Ok, I'm game," Louis nods, "let's go, then. Everything's packed as far as I can tell."

The 2 of them head inside and Louis shuts the patio door while Harry's looking around the room.

"Phone charger?"

"Duffel," Louis points to the bag that sits on the dresser.

"Ok," Harry grins. "Let's go. Not sure how much time we'll have with traffic."

"We'll be fine," Louis waves him off, "come on. I'm starving."

They exit the elevator and start towards the front doors seeing several other doctors and their wives already checking out.

A few of them stop to say a final goodbye to Louis and Harry, and they both smile and wave to them.

"It's crazy," Harry starts when they're walking down the sidewalk, "all of those doctors read that story. How many here do you think have?"

"Don't know," Louis shrugs and places his Ray Bans over his eyes, "but I'd really like to know myself."

"I'm gonna call and check on Eric every once in a while," Harry tells Louis. Louis looks back at him while he continues, "I don't know... he's been on my mind ever since we met him in the hospital. I'd... I'd really like to hear that he found a donor."

"I understand," Louis softly replies and watches cars going by, "but there's something you've gotta understand about all of this, Harry..."

Harry stops at the crosswalk and looks at Louis, seeing his face becoming serious.