March 17th 2018

It was St. Patrick's day. Harry had actually been quite looking forward to this day for quite a while, as he knew Louis loved green. He wanted the day to be extra special for him, knowing that Louis may never experience another St. Patrick's day. While Louis had been sleeping, Harry had adorned the house with fun green decorations. He'd also put a green ribbon around Bobo's neck. He of course didn't go too far with the green theme, because Louis could easily get confused.

"Louis darling... wake up." Harry stroked his cheek as he always did, waiting for Louis to open his beautiful eyes.

When Louis' eyes did open however, they looked duller and more hollow than usual.

"Hello boo..." Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "are you alright darling?" He didn't expect an answer, but he also didn't expect Louis to vomit all down the front of himself -which he did.

"Oh love." Harry said looking at him sympathetically. "Poorly today hm?"

Louis just stared at him, letting out a sick sounding burp before closing his eyes.

"No honey... no don't go to sleep. We've gotta get you cleaned up and to a doctor." Harry said softly, helping him sit up a bit more, and rubbing his back.

Louis kept his eyes shut, feeling so so sick and having no way to express how he felt. Little tears started leaking from the corners of his closed eyes, breaking Harry's heart. "I know sweetheart... I know. We'll get you feeling better soon."

Harry gently lifted Louis out of bed, knowing he wouldn't be up for walking, as it was already a struggle for him on good days. He kissed his forehead, and frowned at the temperature. "You're running a fever." He murmured, biting his lip. He decided to skip the bath and just change Louis' clothes, so he could get him to a doctor quickly. Knowing that his husband was already getting worse, he didn't want to risk anything taking him any faster than he was already slipping away.

He carried him out to the car quickly, setting a bag in the car as well, just in case, and sped to the emergency room. To some, it may seem he was over reacting to a fever and a bit of vomiting, but with Louis deteriorating before his eyes, Harry had every right to react the way he did.

"Hello, how may we help you?" The woman at the front desk greeted.

"Hi, my husband is sick with a fever and he vomited this morning." Harry started, but before he could continue the woman interrupted him.

"Sir, we take emergencies only here. There's a clinic down the road if-"

"No. I'm not taking him to a clinic! This is an emergency! His brain and body are shutting down. He has Alzheimer's and I'm not sure what this illness means for him." Harry stated firmly.

The woman looked at him strangely, "Alzheimers? He's way too young."

"Well yes I think so too, but he has it and I would appreciate if we could get some help." Harry said impatiently.

She rolled her eyes "I'll put you on the list. It'll be about twenty minutes."

Harry sighed, "He needs help now!"

"Look sir, it's not a life or death situation, there's a flu going around. I'm sure it's that. But if you must see a doctor, it's going to be at least twenty minutes."

Harry shook his head, "Fine. We'll wait." He headed toward the waiting area, sitting down with a sleeping Louis in his arms. "I'm sorry baby." He whispered, "I tried."

He sat, staring the receptionist down with a death glare for several minutes until Louis stirred in his arms a bit, turning his head to the side and vomiting on the floor.

"Again? Oh babe... you really aren't well." Harry murmured as Louis slowly turned his head back to look up at Harry, his eyes pleading for help and comfort. Harry brushed the hair away from Louis' boiling forehead. His fever had risen and he was now violently shivering in Harry's arms. A nurse quickly approached them, "I'll get someone to clean that up, come on let's get you checked out." She said to Louis, who just made a garbled, sad, sound in response.

"He's in the final stages of Alzheimer's" Harry whispered, and the nurse instantly understood why he'd responded the way he did. Nodding understandingly, she helped Harry get Louis into a wheelchair and they took him back to an examination room.

After a long examination, and lots of questions, as well as a throat swab it was determined that Louis had the flu. Harry was so grateful it wasn't something more serious, and once the doctor had prescribed some meds they were on their way home. It would be a long week, sure, but nothing Harry couldn't handle. He was just grateful to still have his husband.

***

While Harry and Louis had an early night, which wasn't anything out of the ordinary honestly, all their friends and family were out clubbing and celebrating the Irish originated holiday.

Niall had gone out with Liam and Zayn, as Shawn was out of town for a business trip. While the two were fun to be around when sober, after a few drinks they weren't so fun anymore. The two found fun grinding against each other for hours... literally. So Niall was left to drink alone. It wasn't like he intended to have twelve shots and a beer... but it happened anyway. With the room slightly swaying around him, and the lights intensely bright, Niall almost didn't notice the figure crying alone in the corner. Almost. Wondering what could be wrong he staggered over to whoever it was standing there.

"Lottie?" He slurred cocking his head to the side.

"Ni...." She immediately wrapped her arms around him, needing comfort.

"Whoa... what's wrong?" He asked sobering up a bit, not much, but a bit.

"My friendsss" she drawled, obviously drunk herself. "They all left with men... but not me. No one wants me..." she sobbed.

Whether it was just the alcohol, or Niall's true feelings, no one could be sure, but in that moment he did something completely unexpected. "I want you." He said, looking her in the eyes, before pressing his lips against her neck.

Always having had a slight crush on Niall, his words were all it took for Lottie to lean into his touch.

And the next morning when Niall awoke in his bed, with the blonde female in his tee-shirt lying beside him, all he could think was... shit.

Thanks for reading everybody!! Some stuff is about to go down be prepared! Thanks so much for reading!! Love you all !!!

-sunnie xx