The Perfect Match.

Chapter 65

The rain is drizzling down the oversized windows of Harry and Louis' bedroom. Harry's sitting up in their bed again, his pillows behind his back while he's staring at the droplets that hit the window and then slowly run down.

He thinks of earlier today, when they were all out in the swimming pool; it was just the 4 of them.... Harry with his amazing husband and their 2 beautiful daughters.

Harry sits and thinks how ironic it was for the rain to show up at nearly the same time as Jeff's nurse practitioner did.

He's undergoing treatment number 3 on this rainy Sunday afternoon. He did brilliant with the first 2... even sat in bed with Louis, talking about a million different things and laughing when Louis would try to make him laugh just by saying something. Louis even brought out Scrabble and he and Harry played once the girls were asleep.

Harry finds himself smiling as he's staring at the rain; he still can't believe that he gets to call Louis Tomlinson his husband, his soulmate, and his perfect match.

He knows how much Louis loves him... he's pretty sure he's known since the first day he stepped foot into this house. And he knows that there is nothing in this world Louis wouldn't do for him.

Feeling fortunate is an understatement to Harry... he always dreamed of finding that right person, but he could have never dreamed of that person being like Louis is with him.

Their television that's hanging on the wall across from their bed is playing another Friends episode, one tv series that Harry and Louis both love mutually; Harry even remembers laughing with Louis the first day he moved in... when Louis realized that Harry owned every season of the show just like him.

He sighs and rests his head back on his pillow, feeling the urge to puke, to sleep; the treatments are finally catching up with him, as he knew they would.

His eyes are closed as he's letting out a deep breath; he's thankful for the morphine Jeff has ordered with every treatment he has to have... otherwise, Harry knows he would feel a lot worse.

He feels movement right up against him and he's looking down at sleeping Louis in a second, a smile crossing his lips..

Louis has clung to him since he first started his chemo... he remembers Louis watching every step of the process. Harry's sure he has it memorized by now and could do it himself.

The process itself is very easy, so to speak, and Harry is so grateful to Jeff and the practitioner for showing Louis the steps on what to do when the treatments are over. Instead of the nurse practitioner having to stay throughout the whole 6 hour treatments, he only comes to start them... and Louis is the one who finishes them.

Harry hears a light knock on the bedroom door and he's calling, "come in," as quiet as he possibly can while he's looking down at his sleeping husband.

Gemma opens the door, a smile on her face when she sees Harry looking back at her.

"Hey," she starts in almost a whisper, "mum wanted me to let you know that dinner was about finished."

Harry nods and says, "thanks, sis. I'll wake Louis in just a minute and tell him... not sure I want anything at the moment."

"Not feeling up to eating at all?" Gemma's smile fades as she stares at him.

"No, I'll try," Harry nods and looks back at her.

She walks around the bed to Harry's side before she's sitting down next to him, her eyes glancing at the pump beside Harry, then down to the port in his chest... and Harry's sure he can see tears starting to stand in her eyes.