The Perfect Match.

Chapter 66

"Jeff advised him not to go out, though," Gemma is telling Louis while he's grabbing the keys to Harry's car.

"He's going to wear a mask. He'll be fine. And Jeff said he couldn't go out for long periods of time," Louis turns around and says to her. "Gem, today is his 6th treatment... he's been cooped up in this house. We're just going for a drive. I'm going to pick up more kale for him, some yogurt, granola and fruit, and some other things he'll actually eat."

"You sure he's up to it?" Gemma asks quietly.

"He told me he wanted to go," Louis states, "he insisted on going. And I think it'll help him. I really do."

"Ok... I just don't want him catching anything," Gemma sighs, "I worry enough..."

"Gem, you worry too much," Louis smiles, "you need to stop. You're pregnant, your hormones are going crazy..."

"Hey," Gemma points at him. "Don't go there..."

"Go where?" Harry speaks up from behind them. They both turn to see him dressed in his skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, his Saint Laurent coat, and his Green Bay Packers beanie on his head.

"Hey," Gemma smiles instantly, "you feeling ok?"

"Yeah," Harry nods and looks at Louis, "I've slept since about 6 yesterday afternoon."

"You slept 15 hours," Louis smiles, "but you needed it."

"I did, yeah," Harry says quietly before he's walking to the fridge slowly and grabbing a water.

Gemma notices how pale he is again; she wants to break in front of him and Harry already senses it.

"So, Gemma, how are you feeling today?" Harry tries to smile.

"I'm great," she forces a grin. "Uh, I still feel pregnant, so I suppose that's good."

"It's a great thing," Harry smiles and kisses her cheek. "Where's mum?"

"Oh, she and Jay went out," Gemma replies, "they went shopping, I think. And they're supposed to be picking up Emma in a bit."

"They volunteered," Louis shrugs as he stares at Harry.

"I figured," Harry smiles once more and turns back to his sister, "Lou and I just put Olivia down for a nap, so she won't be a problem while we're gone, ok?"

"If she is, let Lottie deal with her," Louis smirks and looks at his sister in the living room.

"Fuck you," Lottie laughs at him.

"Hey, she's your niece, too," Louis tells her.

"I'm kidding. I'll look after her," Lottie grins at them, "you 2 go and have fun."

"Be careful," Gemma says to Harry as she's hugging him. She sighs, "how... how much weight have you lost?"

"How'd I know you'd ask that?" Harry pulls away and rolls his eyes but smiles a little, "I'm alright. You knew I would lose weight."

"Just feels like... you've lost more this time," she whispers as she's staring at Harry.

"Gem, please do me a favor," Harry starts, "don't worry so much about me. I'll be fine."

He pulls the mask from his coat and gives her a smile.

"You better keep that on," Gemma points at him.

"He'll be fine," Louis laughs, "come on, Harold. I can't keep you out long. Your sister's orders."

Harry grins and looks at Gemma, "we'll be back in about an hour."