The Perfect Match.

Chapter 62

Louis hears his alarm clock sound the following morning and he's slowly trying to reach over and shut it off while mumbling a few curse words under his breath.

He sighs and hits snooze before he's falling on his back again, closing his eyes for a moment. Then, he's looking in the bed next to him for Harry.

His eyes grow wide when he sees blood all over Harry's white pillow case and the sheet.

"Harry?!" He almost yells and gets up quickly, hurrying to the bathroom.

He finds Harry standing against the counter, a wet cloth to his nose as he's holding his head up.

"What... what happened?" Louis asks as he looks Harry over.

"I don't know," Harry mumbles with a sigh, "I woke up and it was everywhere."

Louis swallows the lump in his throat; he's a doctor, he knows this isn't a good sign... but he keeps trying to tell himself that it's not what he thinks.

"Ok, uh, let me... let me get some ice," Louis offers, his voice breaking.

"It's fine... it'll probably stop in a minute, Lou," Harry replies and takes a seat on the counter top.

"Alright... I'm not going to work," Louis tells him and goes to get a fresh cloth from their linen closet.

"What? Why? I'm fine," Harry tries to laugh.

"You're not fucking fine," Louis almost exclaims as he stares at Harry. Harry closes his mouth instantly and glares back at the ceiling. "Harry, you were burning up last night while you were asleep."

"I'm sure it's nothing..."

"What if it's not nothing?" Louis interjects loudly, his face serious. "What if..."

He stops himself from saying it as he's running the cloth under the cold water, Harry glancing back at him.

"You think I'm sick again," Harry manages to whisper out.

Louis doesn't look back at him as he says lowly, "I don't know what else would cause a fucking nosebleed like you have right now."

Harry doesn't say anything. He takes the wet cloth Louis offers him and throws the other in the sink. And Louis can't help but notice how much blood is coming out of his nose.

"Jesus Christ," he whispers, "we need to get you to the doctor."

"It'll stop," Harry tries to tell him again.

"How do you know that?" Louis asks, wanting to raise his voice again.

"I... I just do," Harry replies simply.

Louis stares at him for a long pause before he finds the courage to ask, "did... did you get these before?"

Harry swallows hard before he's finally nodding, making Louis sigh and run his fingers through his hair, the worry in him growing.

"I'm calling Jeff," Louis says quickly and walks out of the bathroom. He's picking up his cell phone in no time and dialing Jeff's number... while Harry only sits on the bathroom counter, closing his eyes and trying to keep himself together.

Louis talks to him for several minutes before he finally ends the call, hearing a knock on their door.

"Daddy, Pappa," Emma is calling, "Nana and Grammy are making breakfast."

"Ok, love," Louis calls back, trying to keep his voice normal, though he's wanting to break down, "just, uh, get ready for school and we'll be out in a minute."