Autism (Larry Stylinson) boyxboy

Chapter 31

November 16, 2014 - Original update

A/N: I fixed the chapter. Wattpad was glitchin so. Yeah enjoy

Harry's P.O.V (*gasps*)

I woke up feeling especially weak today. And sore. I groaned switching to my side.

"You up baby?" Louis asked.

"Yeah, but I'm sore." I complained about the aching feeling.

"Oh really?" He purred nipping at the back of neck.

"Shut up." I said embarrassed.

"What? I'm just saying." He said bringing me closer to his chest.

"I have to go to chemo today, so I better get dressed." I said getting up from his grasp. I waddled out of bed to my bag of clothes and I heard Louis cackling.

"Stop it." I demanded.

Louis' P.O.V

It was funny and slightly cute to see him waddling around the room. I almost felt bad. Almost.

"Can you walk me down?" He asked.

"I'd better carry you. And if they ask why your sore...let them figure it out." I chuckled scooping him up.

"Oh my god." He laughed into my chest.

"I love you." I cooed.

"Even when I'm bald?"

"Even when your bald."

"I'm suppose to loose all my hair today." He poured.

"You'll still be beautiful." I hummed walking down the hall.

"Sure." He said grumpily. I kissed his fuzzy head. I opened the door to the chemo room and the doctor greeted me with a smile and I heard a squeal. I saw Angelina holding her moms hand bouncing up and down.

"Hey squirt." I greeted her with a hug after putting Harry on his feet. Harry followed my actions.

"Where were you guys last night?! I waited for you to come to my room like always." She whined. I saw Harry's cheeks heat up.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We were really tired and forgot. Tonight. I promise." I held out my pinkie. Her once pouty face lit up as she locked her finger around mine.

"Look!" She piped snatching the beanie she had on her head. She was bald. Completely. Harry gasped a little, but recovered quick.

"Aw Ang! You look great." I smiled.

"Thanks! But the doctor said that-"

"Angie!" Her mother scolded.

"Never mind." She frowned.

"See you tonight." I waved. She waved back still frowning as her mother walked out the door with her.

"I wonder what that was about?"

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Harry! Good to see you! Ready?" The doctor asked appearing at the door. He nodded his head.

"Wait. I want to take a picture!" I said taking out my phone. I turned on the camera waiting for it to focus on his pretty face.

"Smile lovely." I said. He blushed giving me a shy, but still award-winning smile. I snapped a few picture before told he could go. He follows the doctor into the other room while I sat down and waited. I have to remember to ask when I can take Harry out of here so we can do some things together. Outside of the hospital. I remember when Harry wasn't sick, It was great. We could do whatever we wanted, whenever. We didn't have to deal with chemo therapy dates and when he was to embarrassed to leave his room cause of how skinny he had gotten, no matter how many times I told him he was beautiful. But now we do. The doctors always remind me privately that his time is coming and they're trying all they can. I usually nod politely like I understand, but I don't listen. My baby is stronger than they think and I know he will beat the odds. His mom visited once, she was contacted when we were flown out here, but she came a week later. She told Harry she hoped he'd get better and left. Sick bastard. My parents. I don't really know. My dad had used to call me everyday pressuring me to tell him where I was, but I never gave in. I wouldn't risk him hurting Harry. My mom is still alive. I know she got away from my dad and is somewhere in New Jersey. She contacted me telling me. I wished her the best, but I'm only focused with one person. My one only love. And it kills me as I see him get paler and weaker day by day. Cause I know. I won't admit it, but I know it's coming. That will be the worst day of my entire life. I don't know how I'd handle it. He already made me promise that when he did...go I wouldn't loose my mind. I don't know if I could keep that promise.

"Louis." I heard him shyly call for me. It's been 20 minutes already? I turned my head and saw him. And he was bald. His check were tinted pink and his head was bare except for thin minuscule hairs trying to grow. I saw his cheeks were wet and I ran up to hug him. The doctor looked at him sadly as he sobbed in my chest gripping shirt.

"What's wrong?" I already knew.

"My hair." He choked.

"It's all gone." He looked up at me his green eyes dilated and glossy and his bottom lip trembled.

"Still beautiful."

"No."

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When we went back to our room he kept looking in the mirror rubbing his head.

"I look like an alien."

"Cutest alien I've ever seen." It wasn't that bad. It was actually adorable.

"At least I'm matching with Angie." He gave a small smile.

"Yeah. She's tough."

"Yeah." He said touching his head.

"Why do you keep touching your head?"

"It's weird! I'm wearing a hat forever." He said grimacing at his reflection.

"No! I love your cute little bald head." I cooed.

"I hate it." He groaned plopping on my lap. I kissed the bald top of his head all over. It was soft, almost brittle.

"I like it." I came to a conclusion.

"Well I guess it's not so bad. Kinda makes me look edgy."

"Edgy?"

"Yeah. They also say bald guys are smart."

"Really?"

"Yep. Bald says: don't mess with me. Bald guys are tough." And he babbled on and on about being bald and its reputation. I just listened, nodding and agreeing. He was cute when he ranted. He was always cute. His rant started to slow down and eventually stopped. He leaned back on my chest and started to fall asleep.

"Don't fall asleep yet love. We have to go to Angie's." I slightly shook him.

"Oh yeah." He slurred rubbing his eyes.

"Come on." I said standing up and he did so too. He intertwined our fingers together as we walked out the door. We were almost knocked over by a doctor running with an IV. My heart started thumping when I saw him enter Angie's room. Other nurse and doctors followed in an urgent manner. Harry and I ran over there trying to figure what was happening.

"What's happening?" Harry asked me.

"I-I don't know." I stuttered trying to think through the commotion. I slowly opened door and peeked through then, quickly slammed it shut. I started coughing heavily, almost throwing up as I tried to comprehend what I had just saw.

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Ooooooo cliffy hehe... I hope u guys like this chapter. Thought it was cute. There will be no more smut, I traumatized u enough. Just fluff and makeouty shit. Vote and comment and I love u guys :) peace

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