Crinkles and Wrinkles|L.S ✔

Crinkles and Wrinkles

Louis smiles through his tears at his husband's frail state when he sees his green eyes flutter open.

"Hey, love," Harry whispers slowly, each syllable dragging the life out of him.

"Shh Haz, don't talk. It'll only weaken you further," Louis shushes him with eyes glossy due to held back tears.

Harry holds his hand out, a silent plea requesting Louis to place his hand in Harry's. Louis obliges and places his much tinier wrinkled hand clad with his wedding bands in Harry's bigger one.

Harry closes his eyes and grips Louis' hand a little tighter, needing to reassure both of them that he is still there. Breathing and still surviving.

"You look so beautiful, Hazza," Louis gushes quietly, and he did.

Harry- even with the childlike fragility he possessed at the moment, he looked beautiful to Louis. His wispy curls which spilt on the pillow were an entrancing grey with silver streaks glinting in the sterile room.

His eyes still shone like emeralds and his lips still held the unreal tint of pink to them. He looked same but yet different. His curls were limp and his lips were chapped. His eyes were dimmed and it ached Louis, it ached him to witness the deterioration of his husband's health.

"You still are the only one that I love. Only one I'll ever belong to, H. I love you."

Harry smiles, the action already draining him of his energy but he didn't care. It was Louis. He cared about nothing but Louis.

The door opens and their 45 year old son, Elliott walks in.

He stands at his father's hospital bed,"Papa- I can't-" Elliott cuts himself off and tears flow from his closed sapphire blues.

The curls cover his face and it breaks Louis' heart to see both of his babies struggling to stay strong.

He opens his arms and lets Elli bury himself in his chest, letting him seek comfort from the one who always held him whenever he fell down.

"Dad I can't see Papa like this, it's breaking me," he sobs and Louis is reminded of the one year old who fell down and sobbed while Harry had cleaned his wound. He remembers holding Elli and making funny faces at him to calm him down.

"Elli don't cry baby, papa's here. Will always be with you," Harry whispers, soothing his son's fear of losing him.

"Elli you're a little heavy so get off me, you both are big oafs always crushing tiny me," Louis sasses trying to lighten the mood.

A watery chuckle escapes Elliott's lips and Harry laughs, then gasps for air.

"My tiny baby, aren't you Lou?" Harry snuffles and squeezes his hand that absently lay in Harry's own.

"I'm not tiny, you're just a giant," Louis mutters with fond and love dripping from his words.

The door opens again and the Dr. Greene walks in with a clipboard in his hand.

A pinched look marring his features, with a grave tone he announces,"We got your blood test results and I'm sorry Mr. Styles, I'm afraid we can't save you. Your WBC are killing all the RBC and we are unable to stop it."

Elliott's voice wavers,"How long does he have?"

"We're not sure. It can be in a day, a week or a year," at that a sob rips itself out of Louis' lips.

"N-no, please just give us the exact time. I don't want to wake up every morning expecting to find my husband's body lying lifeless beside me. Please don't give me false hope that he'll be with me for another year. Just d-don't," Louis' voice cracks and he sobs unabashed about it.