Louis walks into the hospital that morning, his nurse uniform on and a takeaway coffee in his hand.
"Lou," Eleanor calls out at him, rushing over quickly. "Harry has come in. He isn't well. They're taking some tests. He did specifically ask for you though."
Louis nods quickly, throwing his almost full cup of coffee into the bin and he practically runs to the cancer treatment section of the hospital.
He pushes open the door to Harry's usual room and gasps in relief. "Oh my god," he places a hand over his chest and rushes over to Harry, pulling the sitting boy in for a hug. "A-are you okay?"
"I'm okay," Harry gives him a weak smile. "Sorry for scaring you..."
"Were you sick last night? I should have stayed... Ugh!" Louis pulls at his hair pacing around the room. "I can't stand the thought of losing you Harry," he says seriously, looking him dead in the eye. "You need to be okay."
"And I will be, Lou... We just have to wait, okay?" Harry says softly and makes grabby hands at Louis. He makes the boy climb onto the bed and wraps his arms around him tightly. "I'll be okay."
"Promise?"
"I promise..."