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Harry kisses Louis goodbye as he's leaving for work. "I love you." He says and kisses his husband's cheek, watching him leave.

Louis has recently gone back to work so Harry has a lot more free time on his hands. Painting has been taking up a lot more time in his day than usual. His paintings are inspired mostly by children and more childlike topics. Even though these topics or child like they all have dark meanings behind them that other artists try to stray away from. Painting is Harry's outlet so he does not have a filter when it comes to his talent in the studio.

He finishes a few pieces that he thinks are better than his normal paintings. He also sees that a gallery in town has a few openings for young artists work in their new painting showing. Trying to help his spouse with money on whim he enters himself into the contest. He had completely forgotten about this until about a week later.

He's listening to his painting playlist when suddenly his phone starts ringing, cutting through the silence of his art studio. Assuming it's Louis, he picks up the phone and answers with a friendly "Hey." A rough voice answers him on the phone, making him jump slightly.

"Hello. I would like to speak with Mr. Harry Tomlinson please." Harry is shocked as he answers the man

"I am Harry Tomlinson, how many I help you?" The man on the other line cleared his throat and says, "You entered yourself into a contest to be excepted and put on display at our gallery. Your portfolio has been chosen to be presented in our gallery tonight. It is at 7:00 PM sharp. Bring your favorite piece to be put on display and you may bring a guest." Harry jumps up and down excitedly and says a quick, "Thank you very much I'll see you tonight." And hangs up the phone to text his husband about the great news.

Later that night, Harry and Louis make their way to the art gallery, both very excited for his work to be on display. Harry watches out the window as the world flies by. Harry hums to a random song on the radio, happily awaiting his moment in the spotlight.

Louis smiles fondly at his husband and looks ahead while thinking of how proud he is that his husband has finally gotten what he wanted from being an artist. Harry catches his fond smile and interlaces their fingers. Louis kisses his hand and Harry smiles. Harry turns and says, "I love you," before looking back out the window.

The car stops in front of the gallery. A sign lists off the artists' names and the fact that the gallery is open that night for a showing. Harry gets his painting from the car and happily strolls inside while holding Louis' hand.

The inside of the gallery is filled with people setting up their paintings and waiting to go through the exhibit. Harry rushs through and finds his mark. He hurriedly pulls out his painting, telling Louis to go wait with the crowd and not to look at his art yet.

The clock hits 7 and the people mill around to look at the art. Many stop at Harry's piece, a picture of the back of a young girl standing in a street. Her hair is billowing in the wind, her white, angelic wings stretch out behind her, a white halo burns atop her head. She is pale and the wings make her seem fragile, yet she looks strong.

She is barefoot, walking down the road, empty and deserted, except for what seems to be a rescue team, treating a car crash victim. The victim is a young girl, strikingly similar to the angel walking down the street. The weather is gloomy, clouds hang heavy and grey. The painting is dark and beautiful and it catches many people's eye,  including Louis.

Louis walks up behind Harry and his mouth falls open, his eyes watering slightly. "Harry, that's  beautiful. Gorgeous, do you know how amazing you are?" He asks and cups Harry's face lightly. Harry leans into the touch, smiling lightly at his husbands praise. "I love you, Lou." He says and watches the people talk.

A woman walks up to Harry and asks him, "Excuse me. Are you the artist Harry Tomlinson?" Harry smiles kindly. "Yes ma'am. I am Harry. This is my husband Louis." He says and gestures towards the shorter man.

She smiles and continues. "I really enjoy your piece and I noticed that since they have your portfolio on display that most of your inspiration comes from children. Do you have any of your own?"
Harry's smile falters for a second but then he looks at the woman again and answers "No. I do not have any children of my own. But I do love kids. I'm not sure where my ideas come from, I usually just let my brush do the work." She nods.

"I understand that. Whatever you're doing, it's working. Keep up the good work, Sweetheart." She says and pats his arm before walking away to the next piece of art.

Harry turns to see Louis looking more than slightly pissed off. Harry looks down to ask him what's wrong and Louis just rolls his eyes angrily and walks outside towards the car. Harry grabs his arm and Louis turns abruptly once they had breached the door. "No kids huh? Then what's Charlie?"

Harry watchs him climb into the car and he is snapped out of his daze at the car turning on. Harry gets into the car silently next to a seemingly seething Louis.

"I love you, Louis. You know that right?" He says. However, his husband seems to get more tense at the statement. They pull out of the parking lot and Louis angrily starts in their home.

"You said you didn't have kids. Charlie is your child. I may be her biological father, but that doesn't make her any less yours. The fact that you even said you have no kid hurts." Louis says, angry at the nerve of his husband.

They reach the driveway and Louis whispers quietly "I love you, Lou. Okay, I love you and I'm sorry but I don't have a kid. Not anymore. I am not a father." Louis tenses and turns to him.

"You have been saying 'I love you' so much it's starting to lose meaning. You do have a daughter. A kid. Her name is Charlie. I can't believe you would ever say something like that. She was- is our baby, Harry." He pauses and steps out of the car. Harry follows to listen. What Louis said breaks Harry's heart.

"I can't do this with you anymore. It's just not working," He says as walks inside.

Harry's face and heart falls as he watches Louis slam the door. He runs inside quickly, hearing shuffling upstairs.

He goes to apologize and fix things, but Louis past him and leaves with a lingering glance at Harry and a slamming door.

The younger boy slumps in a heap to the floor and cries. Cries for Charlie, for his husband, for his marriage, and for his life.

Broken.