The Perfect Match.

Chapter 67

Harry sleeps restlessly the entire night; he wakes so many times with aches and pains that, to him, are so severe he can't even think straight. When he wakes from them, he doesn't even want to try and move in bed because he knows that he will only ache more.

When it's nearly 4 am, he decides to get up and take his meds again, although he has tried his hardest not to at all. But he caves and takes both of them, then slowly walks back to bed, wishing with everything in him that the pills could give him instant relief.

He lies down, Louis right beside him on his stomach snoring away; and Harry only stares up at the ceiling, fighting back the tears that are forming. His only wish is to feel normal again... like he felt just a few days ago.

Their trip to New York City seems like it was a lifetime ago to Harry now... even if it wasn't. He's thankful he got to go and have a weekend with Louis, before discovering that cancer had once again invaded his body.

Harry lies there thinking about the overwhelming desire he had to cut his hair in New York: now, he can only believe that he was meant to cut and donate it at that specific time.

He sighs and fixes Louis' grey beanie on his head; he's refused to take them off. He doesn't even want to glance in a mirror these days because he knows he will see a man that doesn't resemble who he is anymore.

Harry feels as if he's on an emotional rollercoaster at all times now; one minute he's happy and full of life, but the next minute he doesn't feel that way at all. Instead, he feels emotions overcome him that he wouldn't ever normally feel; he feels scared, anxious, and worried for the most part, but he also knows that anger overtakes him now more than he's ever experienced.

He lets out a deep breath while he's pulling the covers up more over his bare chest, the room feeling much cooler to him now... he hasn't had the heart to ask Louis to change the thermostat in their room because he would rather his husband be comfortable. After all, there's plenty of blankets he can bundle up under.

After about 15 minutes, Harry starts to feel the relief from the aching. He adjusts the pillow under his head, but knows that he's most likely not going to be able to go back to sleep for quite some time.

So, he reaches for their tv remote on the nightstand and starts flipping through the channels; he stops when he sees Friends... he's seen the episode a million times but he knows he'll still watch it and smile along to it.

Louis is stirring next to him a few seconds later. He raises his head up from his pillow that's up against Harry and he stares at him with his eyes half open.

"What time is it?" He mumbles out and starts to rub his eyes.

"A little after 4," Harry replies simply. He looks down at Louis before asking, "did I wake you with the tele?"

"No, love," Louis replies and turns over on his side. He turns his head and stares at the tv before smiling, "Friends... again."

"Well, I just sorta went through the channels and stopped," Harry sighs, "figured that maybe it would give me a laugh."

"It's odd for you to be awake," Louis glances back up at Harry, "are you alright, love?"

Harry bites his lip and tries to turn on his side before wincing; he sighs and lays back in the sheets again.

"You're hurting that bad this morning?" Louis whispers.

"I am," Harry replies, "I took my meds, they're helping a little... but they haven't fully kicked in. I don't even want to move, Louis."

"Maybe... maybe you should stay in bed today," Louis softly tells him. "Just... relax all day."

"No," Harry shakes his head immediately, "I... I told them I would meet them today..."