Sleepy l.s au

VII

After we ate, I explained what I wanted to talk about and all the parents agreed to have us in one house or something each day. Ernest and Doris were a little hesitant, but relieved when Mum said that she’d request them to still play. I think Mum is calling the school about the three of us tomorrow and I don't know when everyone else is getting signed up. But I hope soon, and that the two will be allowed to still play.

"Louboo!" Harry says from above me and I smile at the odd name.

I lean up and look at the boy. I raise an eyebrow, saying "Louboo?"

"Yeah, first I was going to say Lou then boo so I just said them both." Harry gives me a dimpled smile and a light kiss. I hear gasps and suddenly what we just did. I smile cautiously, looking at the parents.

"So Harry and I are together." I say simply blushing profusely. "So I have something else to say, not sure if anyone said anything about it-" I say looking around at the boys, the siblings and Mum for confirmation, all of then shaking their heads, "so the doctor called today and broke the news, that I don't have much longer here. And I am trying, as much as I can, to make the best of all this. Thank you all for being here for me for as long as you all have, I couldn't have asked for a better family." I smile to the five boys, my siblings and the parents. As cliché as it sounds, i believe it's true.

"I'm glad you let us in." Liam and mummy Payne say. After an hour or two of more conversation, I keep falling asleep in Harry's lap.

"Tired, flower?" he asks, slipping another pet name but I like this one too much to actually care. I nod. He lifts my torso up to lean on Niall so he can stand and take me to my room.

"Carry me?" I ask, sticking my lip out in an irresistible pout. He sighs and shakes his head, bending down to lift me bridal style. I lean my head on his chest and press light kisses on his exposed neck since he's wearing a V-neck t-shirt exposing two sparrow tattoos it seems like I didn't even notice his outfit choice or anyone else's but I blame whatever I have. Honestly the fact that the doctors don't have a single fucking idea of what's wrong with me; just pisses me off. I am 19 years old I should be dating a beautiful boy, looking for a job, protecting the 4 little sisters and messing with Ern and Doris without ruining their moods. Not worrying about which medication the doctors are going to give me to slow down the inevitable, when my next appointment is going to be. I'm fucking sick of all this.

"G'night Lou." Harry says, placing a kiss on my forehead and lips. I grab his hand before he can leave.

"Stay with me… please?" I whisper, my blue eyes meeting his green and – not once leaving my own – he nods and quickly say he's going to tell out parents. He runs out and is back in within five minutes, not without hearing 'use protection' from my mum and hearing the boys laugh their asses off, not that any of them have any... damn, I'm such a dick but Harry doesn't mind.

"They said yes," he murmurs, climbing into the bed.

"And 'use protection'." I say looking at his porcelain face, "don't think I didn't hear that, Harold." The paleness of his face turns to a scarlet red.

We spend hours talking about nothing. I fall asleep to him singing Goodbye by Secondhand Serenade. I join before I drift off into a beautiful dream.

The sun shining, the bees flying to flower to flower, I watch fascinated by the nature I’m surrounded by. I feel soft and curly hair scratching my face like kitten paws. “Want to go for a run, Lou?” I smile and nod at the request, then taking off while laughing at Harry’s surprised face. He runs to catch up, but I’m more athletic than he is.

“You have to catch me and I think I’ll beat you to the house!” I shout going to a light jog, Harry multiple meters behind me. We’ve been hanging out in the wooded area behind our house. About three minutes later, my husband makes it to me and falls to his knees, breathing not under control. “Hey, deep breathe in, deep breathe out. Come on, Haz, breathe for me love.” I place kisses over his face and try to help him control his breathing.

“I… I think… I’m good… Lou… thanks.” My idiotic husband says between breathes. I push him down onto the soft grass so that I can sit on his lap. Laying on top of my husband, I look up at the sky and see multiple different shapes made with clouds. ”Your eyes are bluer than the sky since you got better.” I twist my head to look up at him.

“Really?” I whisper, he knows that those terrifying years of my life that my entire family was scared. “Do you really think so?” Harry nods and I smile, my eyes shine brighter than ever.

“Yes, and you’re glowing every day, Lou.” Harry smiles, leaning up to give me a kiss on the lips, lingering longer than necessary but I don’t mind. “Te amo, Louis.” I love his fluent Spanish. “No puedo esperar para pasar el resto de mi vida contigo.”

I raise my eyes. “And what does that mean, Styles? Remember I am fluent in Italian.”

“Right, um it translates to ‘I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.’” Harry rubs my cheek with his thumb while looking in my eyes. I smile and rest my head right over his heart, slowly drifting off in a peaceful sleep.