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"you're an omega, he's an alpha, it'll work out perfectly!"
"Nialler. I'll never get a chance with him."
"chonces are for losers Lou, just go for it."
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"I'll get Louis for you."
Anne excused herself, tears streaming down her face. "y-you can go, L-Louis." Alex stood up, pulling his mum into a cuddle, again. Louis smiles reassurance at her, before walking towards Harry.
Louis knocks on the door before walking in. "hey bubba." Harry smiles softly at him. "how're doing?"
Harry shrugs, wiping his tears away. "I don't know." Louis sighs, sitting on Harry's bed, grabbing his hand. "I-I dreamt so weirdly..."
"what did you dream about?"
"Gemma's wedding..." Louis tilts his head to the side. "she changed."
"can you describe me how she looks?"
"platinum blond her, blood red lips and her freckles were a bit more pigmented and she looked paler than before."
"did she age?"
Harry nods, "yeah...she died at seventeen and she should be nineteen by now- it's like I saw her in heaven..."
"Maybe you can. there are people who can see their beloved ones after their deaths."
Harry shook his head, "that's impossible." Louis shrugs.
"nothing is impossible once you believe, Hazz."
Harry sighs, looking out of the window. "Oliver."
"Pardon?"
"Oliver."
"what's with that?"
"for the baby..."
"Hazza... we're only 9 weeks along."
"so, it's never too early to think about baby names. when I was 9 I already made a list of serval baby names I liked."
Louis giggles, placing his head on Harry's chest. "I like the name." Harry smiles, fiddling with Louis' hair, that had the infusion needle in his wrist. quickly fell Harry to sleep, tired after being unconscious for such a while.
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@AnneStyles:"my poor boy had to go into surgery, crashing into a tree. he had an internal bleeding, but it's all okay now. I wish I could take away the pain he's been through. he's such a tough boy, he manages to surprise me every day. he's more than just 'the dangerous boy from West-high'. he's MY boy and the sweetest, most caring man ever. (my boy is secretly a model :P)
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@SaffyStyles: Oh my! poor Harold. send him all the love from us! talented boy you have, Anne! x
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"and when are you gonna tell me about your modeling?" Louis asks when Harry wakes up. Harry shrugs. "Hazz, you're so pretty in that photo!"
"which one?" Harry yawns.
"the one your mum posted on Instagram." Harry grabs Louis phone out of his hands, checking Anne's account. "so pretty." Louis repeats, pecking Harry's lips.
"eh, it's alright, I've better ones."
"better ones!? why are you trying to kill me!?" Harry grins.
"my mum's phone is filled with photo shoots of me."
speaking of the devil, Anne walks in. "Anne, can you give me your phone. I wanna see Harry's photoshoots." Anne chuckles.
"sure thing- Harry, feeling better?" Harry nods.
"Yeah, a bit of a headache but, yeah." Anne smiles, checking the blood infusion next to Harry's bed.
"I'll give you some aspirin." Harry thanks his mum. "and here's my phone, don't do anything crazy with it."
"I won't- the only thing I'll do is send all the photos to my phone." Anne chuckles, before leaving the room.
"oh my! Harry look at you!" Harry groans as Louis showed him the photo. "why didn't you tell me this earlier! I love this."
Harry closes his eyes, caressing Louis forearm with his thumb. "Hazz- oh my god." Harry opened his eyes and saw the photo. he smirks. he's kinda proud of that one. "you look so daddy material."
"Maybe that's because I'm daddy material? hence why you call me daddy during sex." Louis giggles.
"you're so gorgeous, I bet our baby's gonna be so pretty."
"I want him or her to her your eyes."
"but I want to have it your eyes!"
"they say that the alpha chooses which colour of eyes it gonna be," Harry smirks. Louis groans.
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Harry has been in the hospital for several weeks now. he got a present from his aunt, as a 'get well soon' present. he sat with his legs crossed over each other, with the guitar on his lap. he couldn't thank his aunt enough for giving him a guitar since his signed guitar got stolen.
with a notebook next to him, his fingers moved over the strings. "things were all good yesterday, then the devil took your memory." Harry softly sang, his head bopping while the strings formed the music. "and if you fell to your death today, I hope the heaven is your resting place."
Louis stood in the door opening with tears in his eyes. "I heard the doctors put your chest in pain, and there couldn't be a medicine." Louis' heart aches as he puts his hand on his stomach. Harry is truly broken by the death of his sister. "and now you're lying in the bed again, either way I'll cry with the rest of them." his voice breaks in the middle of the sentence, before bursting out of tears. he cried into his hands.
Louis rushes over to him, grabbing the guitar and placing it on the chair next to his bed. "shhh..." Louis whispers, climbing on Harry's bed. he grabs his hand and intertwined their fingers. "it's okay, Hazza." Louis soothes him. with his other hand, he wiped away Harry's tears. "I know how hard it is."
"you do?"
Louis nods, "I lost my best friend when I was twelve. it took me four years to get over him."
"but that's something different than losing your sister..." Louis sighs softly, feeling so sorry for him. "I-I was when she came alive, and I-I was there when she-when she died." Louis couldn't hold himself together anymore, tears falling down his cheeks.
"I-I hate seeing you s-sad, Hazz." Louis sniffles. Harry shook his head, placing his head on Louis' shoulder and cries hard. Louis wraps his arms around his body and holds him. "l-let it out H-Hazz.. cry everyt-thing out." Louis whispers, caressing Harry's broad back.
after 30 minutes of crying, Harry felt tired. Harry sat up straight, sighing. "better?" Louis asks, wiping away Harry's tears. Harry nods. "get some rest, I'll get something to eat."
"thank you."
"no matter what, always come to me, in every circumstances." Harry smiles at him, pecking his lips. "love you."
