The Perfect Match.

Chapter 64

The alarm clock sounds on Louis' nightstand that Wednesday morning and he's slowly moving in the bed.

"Fuck," he groans before he's reaching over and hitting snooze. He sighs and looks beside him to see Harry still sound asleep right next to him.

And Louis is immediately smiling again as he turns on his side and scoots closer to Harry. He picks up Harry's arm and rests it on his side and Harry doesn't even move... not that Louis is surprised by it. He knows Harry has needed the sleep the last few days.

But Louis wishes that Harry didn't have to take morphine just to get a good night's sleep now.

His face is inches away from Harry's as his fingers play with the very ends of his messy hair.

Louis begins to wonder if Harry will lose all of his hair this go around; he knows he was fortunate enough to only lose some of it last time... but can he be that fortunate twice? Louis can only hope and pray that he is... he knows how much Harry doesn't want to lose it.

Louis bites his lip as he's glancing down and then back up Harry's beautiful face; right now, his cheeks are filled with color, he doesn't have dark circles under his eyes... he's still healthy. But Louis knows that's all about to change starting Friday. He only remembers what Harry looked like in the hospital after undergoing this chemo regiment... and it's still a sight that Louis hasn't gotten over.

He remembers walking into the hospital room and thinking how full of life Harry looked just a few days prior... but all of that life was gone that day.

Now, Louis will be standing beside him as he watches that life drain from him again... and Louis isn't completely sure he's ready to watch it.

He gets his phone from the nightstand, looking at the time. It's only 7 past 5 AM right now, and he's sure that both of their mums are already up and downstairs drinking coffee.

But Louis doesn't want to wake Harry just yet; he doesn't want to remind him what he has to go in and have done... though, he knows there's no way around it.

He sighs and rubs Harry's cheek gently, then decides to get up and get ready, letting Harry sleep till last minute.

He grabs his clothes he laid out the night before, being thankful he took a shower the night before as well. He sighs and starts putting them on slowly, his mind lost in worry.

He slips on his t-shirt and then gets his Vans out, slipping them on.

After he's fully ready, he takes another look at Harry sleeping peacefully, then he's going downstairs to get some coffee before he wakes him.

"Morning, sweetheart," Jay is the first to greet him. "Is Harry up?"

"Uh, no," Louis replies and yawns. He starts the Keurig and places his cup under it before sighing.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" Jay asks quietly. Louis stands back against the counter as he slowly nods. "Louis, he's going to be fine."

"No, I know that," Louis gets out in a whisper. "I'm not worried about this procedure really. I just... I can't stop focusing on Friday, mum. I mean, last time he went through this, he looked so pale and... so fragile in the hospital."

Jay nods before she's touching Louis' cheek gently, "listen: I know you're scared for him, honey. You have every right to be. But he needs you... every single moment of every single day that he has to go through it. I know Harry is strong and that his outcome will be wonderful... but he has a tough road ahead and he needs the person that loves him more than life itself by his side."

"I am going to be by his side," Louis whispers and bites his lip. He looks away as tears are threatening to spill, "I just don't know how I will handle seeing him like that."