I Remember You Laughing [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 45- Stay Forever, with Me

A/N:- Here it is, the final Chapter. Please enjoy and PLEASE VOTE AS YOU READ on the chapter it means everything. Last year around this time I posted the first chapter and am both proud and relieved to finally complete it. Comments will also be greatly appreciated.💖💖🙏💚💙😘

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Now at the lake, sitting on the evergreen bank listening to strums of Harry's guitar and laughter -genuine laughter- ,singing along to the melody and curling his fingers in his cloud-soft hair, Louis was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder and turned around, but no one was there.

The guitar stopped and he looked back at the boy, but Harry had disappeared.

Louis jumped up out of his sleep. "Harry!?"

He looked up at Anne who had come and sat beside him and was nudging him awake. His face squinted in the new Sunday morning sunrise coming in from a nearby window, and as he processed again where he was, his eyes hit Luke on the opposite bench slung under the warm sleeve of his husband's, and everything soured again.

On the cold hospital bench, feeling the Sunday morning chill, drool dripping on his arm, Louis had been there for hours. After they had rushed Harry in and the doctors disappeared with him, he had paced the hallways and only left a couple times to take a smoke. Only, he couldn't bring himself to light the cigarette knowing Harry was there because of his lungs. He just ended up stomping them in the gravel beneath his feet. The doctor had only come out once to let them know he was going to be fine before leaving again to take care of the gash over his left eye.

"Sweetheart?" Anne whispered now. "The doctor says we can see him now."

Louis dragged himself up groggily and saw Anne rested her hand on Luke's shoulder to ask if he was coming. The man shook his head. "You guys go ahead."

Louis figured Luke decided not to tag along out of some sort of shame.

He dragged himself up and followed Anne to Harry's hospital room.

IV machine next to the bed and an oxygen mask over his pale but lanky features, Harry lay comfortable.

After twenty minutes of sickening silence in which Louis sat holding his hand so tight hoping he'd feel it and wake up, Anne cleared her throat.

"We need to get home and get some rest and come back tomorrow," she said, more to him than herself included.

Louis glanced at her and shook his head, gripping Harry's limp hand in both his hands now. He kissed it and felt Anne's eyes hawking over him, but he didn't care. He rested his head next to Harry's hip, slinging the boy's limp arm on top of his hair, and closed his eyes.

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The chirping of evening birds ready to get in their nests for the night sounded from outside the window calling the patient inside awake. Situated on the edge of the countryside, this was not a strange occurrence to Champton Valley hospital.

As his rigid eyes opened, Harry unconsciously ran a weak hand through a moist mat of hair where it lay by his side. His eyes fluttered open enough to see it belonged to a sleeping Louis.

Breathing in deep, his hand mangled in the thick brunette hair. Closing his eyes in relief and joy at the warmth of him, he smiled as he exhaled weakly.

It was then his newly opened eyes noticed a movement in the near distance. Sitting on the chair on the adjacent wall, under a blanket, his mother's face came into focus. She sat slightly forward as though she had thought twice about taking actions to get up. She was staring at him, staring at his hand in Louis' hair.