It has been two weeks since Charlie's funeral. Which marks two weeks since Louis and Harry's fight.

Harry has been painting most of that time, having cleaned the house, especially the kitchen, until his fingers were sore. Painting was an escape from reality, once he was in the zone, he usually didn't know what he was painting until he was done. He also had to provide for his family, the only source of income being his paintings.

He snapped out of his daze and cleaned off the paint brush, his apron finding its way on the hook by the door as Harry left. He locked the studio door behind him. Everything he seemed to do lately was forced, pure habit, robotic. Harry is not the same man he was before Charlie passed.

Him and his husband have not being getting along in the best way either. Grief has put a strain on their relationship.

Harry walked through the living room, running his hand along the smooth chair. As he passed, Louis awoke. "Harry, babe. What are you doing up?" Louis asks groggily, stretching out like a sleepy kitten.

Harry sighs and looks at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. "It's 9:30, Lou. I've been up for hours. You know I haven't been sleeping much lately anyway."

It was true. Harry had begun to accumulate dark circles under his eyes. His hair had gone straggly from lack of care. To sum it up, he's a total hot mess.

Louis made a noise of disapproval and held Harry's hand to his face, pulling him toward the chair lightly as he spoke "Come take a nap with me, Haz. You need sleep and I miss you."

Harry let's out a long sigh and presses the heel of his hand against his eye. He could feel a headache starting, which just happened to be a sign that he seriously needed some sleep. 

"Okay, but not too long. I have some more things to do today," Harry said and climbed into the recliner with his radiant husband.

"That's much better," Louis says as he hugs Harry to his chest, wrapping his arm around his husband's slim waist, as always, making him the little spoon (despite harry being taller). He covered his husband in the blanket he had on his legs.

Harry happily snuggled into Louis' chest, letting out a sigh as his warmth enveloped him. "I love you, Lou," Harry said and as he dozed off he felt a kiss against his temple as Louis played with his long hair. Then he heard Louis say, "I love you too, Gorgeous, always."

*****

Harry woke up with Louis still softly snoring in his sleep. He checked the clock and saw he had slept for a little longer than 3 hours.

He sighed and stood up slowly, hoping to not disturb his husband from his sleep. Louis tried to grab for harry in his sleep, but Harry quickly handed him a pillow to go in his place and Louis smiled and hugged it in his place.

Harry felt better than he had in days. He cracked his back and went to the kitchen to grab his grocery list, shoulder bag, and keys before walking out of the front door and getting into his red Audi R8.

He shuts the door and pulls down the visor and opened the mirror before gasping at his appearance. His hair is in need of styling and a brush. He had bags and dark circles under his eyes, not to mention that he had lost a bit of weight and his cheeks had sunken in a bit.

Harry quickly put on some of his white sunglasses and pulled his hair into a bun on top of his head before peeling out of the driveway and making his way to the shops in town.

Harry took the longest detour possible to avoid the elementary school where Louis worked. Where Charlie had left. He couldn't even go to that side of the town anymore. Which means he definitely couldn't drive over there.

Harry turned on the radio as he got closer to his destination. His hands drummed on the wheel to the beat of the music. He finally whipped into an open parking space and went into the shop, grabbing a shopping basket as he went along.

The first stop on his list was the vegetables. This part of the list was all Harry. Then, he had to get all of Louis' favorite foods.

Out of pure habit, Harry's feet took him to the children's toy aisle. A pregnant woman was looking through some socks and mittens, most likely for her future child.

Harry smiled at her warmly and moved toward the older kid's toys. He forgot about the tragedy for a second as he saw a babydoll that Charlie had been asking about for months. They finally had it in stock here. He quickly snatched one up and put it into his basket.

The woman came up to him and asked, smiling happily, "Do you have a daughter? I'm about to have one of my own in a few weeks. My name is Alyssa." She extends her hand for a quick shake that Harry kindly accepts.

Harry smiled at the mention of his child and started talking excitedly "Yes! I do have a daughter, my husband and I. She is 6 and her name is Charlie and she has been asking for this doll that I have here--oh." His face falls as he realizes his mistake.

Alyssa touches his arm lightly and asks, "Honey are you okay? What's wrong?" He holds the doll in his hand and stares at it while he answers solemnly "Yes ma'am. It's just my daughter--she passed away recently. I came here out of habit."

She pats his back and speaks quietly, "I'm sorry for your loss, sweet heart." Harry clears his throat. "Thank you. It was nice meeting you. Have a good day," He says and puts the doll back quickly before putting his glasses over his red eyes. He quickly checked out at the cash counter.

Harry rushed out of the store and to his car, unlocked it and throws the groceries in. He slammed his door and slumped in his seat. He sobs as he thinks about his darling daughter and how he wouldn't be able to see her or hold her. Her empty room at the house, his husband who was broken at the absence of their baby girl.

He sniffles and wipes his eyes and pulled himself together, putting on a fake smile for his husband who would be waiting for him at home.

Thank your for reading this. I appreciate it. Hope you liked it bc it was a pretty trashy idea. ❤️❤️