The Perfect Match.

Chapter 72

Harry sits in the floor beneath the moonlight around 1 am exactly 10 weeks after their twins were revealed.

The past weeks have been a rollercoaster for him; he has to see Jeff in the morning about his well being.

He's only gotten sick once, but thoughts still plague him, and he's not sure why. Jeff told him weeks ago that he was probably only stressed, to let time heal.

He hasn't healed.

Louis moves in the bed above him and Harry barely glances at him. His thoughts are elsewhere.

He feels confident in himself that he can shake this, maybe if he has help. He knows he's still himself, just in a completely different way.

His phone shines beside him and he looks down to see a text from Gemma asking if he's ok.

He asks why she's awake and looks back at the patio. He sniffs some and wipes his eye a little.

Gemma is quick to write him back, telling him he should be asleep himself; Harry smiles for a moment.

He tells her he's only thinking... that he can't sleep. He's sure she'll know the truth.

She does; she instantly tells him she does.

He only sighs and writes her, telling her to go to sleep.

He lets out a deep breath again and sighs.

Gemma texts him again. He gets up slowly and walks past Louis, watching him sleep.

He walks out in the hall then down the stairs, his hair longer than before; he can run his fingers through the small curls finally.

Gemma is sitting at the bar looking at him, her robe on and her hand resting on her bump.

"It's weird texting my sister in the same house," Harry chuckles some and walks to the fridge.

"Sometimes you should ask someone to talk to you," Gemma is quick to snap. "Jesus, Harry. Why have you always been fucking stubborn?"

"I don't know, maybe cause I'm used to being in control," Harry shrugs some and opens his water, "even being married."

"So what is it?" She asks.

"Why are you awake?" He quickly states.

"These babies," she sighs, "you?"

"Same shit," Harry sighs likes it's no big deal.

"You've told Louis," she asks him as if she's searching for confirmation. He nods slowly and she searches his eyes, "Harry, you're going to be fine. You know that. You're ok."

"I am," he nods and looks back, "it's just worry, sis. You know that. I know myself I'm ok... it's, it's only the anxiety."

"I get that," she whispers, "but Jeff will help."

He smiles some and looks off, "he's surprised I haven't gotten better."

"Harry," she starts and grabs his hand, "some people take longer. He told you that."

He nods and takes a seat by her, "ever thought you'd be sitting here with me like this?"

"No," she replies, "but you've been worried before."

"Yeah," he says softly.

"You love your life," she says.

"I do," he looks at her, "and I guess sometimes I think that it's too good to be true... it's not real."