Hold me close {{Larry one-shots and drabbles}}[ON HOLD]

When the sun comes through your window

Harry likes roses, Louis knows as he pays the man for the flowers. Harry likes white roses especially, and Louis remembers the way Harry always stops when he sees them anywhere.

Harry would like these.

The room is dark, the curtains drawn and Louis frowns at that- Harry likes it bright and cheerful, and so he pulls back the curtains slowly enough so Harry wouldn’t wake up. Harry needs his sleep. Louis places the flowers by the garishly pink vase he’s brought over from their apartment. It was something Niall gave them both as a housewarming gift, saying he quite liked the colour. Louis complained that they needed to give that vase away, but Harry had gone the very next day and brought flowers to put in the vase.

And that was that.

Louis spends the next ten minutes arranging the room, putting the two books he’s brought over face down, sideways so that the author’s name is visible, and makes sure the flowers have water.

He settles on the edge of the bed, close to Harry, mindful of the way the wires extend down his arm. The room is brighter now, the sunlight streaming in, and Louis knows Harry likes that.

He sits there as the hours pass by, his hand venturing to grasp Harry’s fingers lightly, skin brushing against Harry’s. The room is silent, Harry doesn’t move, his hand remains motionless and cold against Louis’s.

Janice comes by at her usual time and immediately her eyes fall on Louis who’s sitting by Harry’s, smiling softly as he looks down at Harry’s prone form.

“You’re early today,” she observes as she checks the wires and the machines and Louis looks up then and he smiles at her.

“I brought him flowers,” he says simply and Janice feels the now familiar pang in her chest. She knows Louis wouldn’t listen, they’ve all tried and he’s been resolutely refusing to listen. She knows the date is nearer and she’s afraid of what Louis is going to do then -when they cut off Harry’s life support.

“That’s lovely, dear. Have you had anything to eat?” she asks, her eyes softening as she takes in Louis’s tired appearance.

“I did, thank you, Janice,” Louis says like every other time and Janice sighs and leaves the room, trying not to cry.

Louis sits by Harry’s bedside until they come and tell him that visiting hours are over and he should go home. He leans down and kisses Harry’s forehead softly and whispers, “I love you, Haz.”

The room is silent and Harry doesn’t reply.

(Title from Tee shirt by Birdie)