A/N: Last part to this, hope you guys enjoy this! :D

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He feels a presence and his head snaps up. When he finally looks up, he can’t believe his eyes.

“Louis?”

“Mum? Wha...how is this even possible?” Louis set his eyes on his mother, dressed in a white dress. She looked genuinely happy.

“Calm down sweetie, it’s really me. But, I only have a little bit before I have to go.”

Louis quickly wiped his tears. “Mom, I can’t lose him. I don’t think I will survive without him. The girls, I don’t want them to grow up without him.”

“I know sweetie, he hasn’t given up just yet. You’d be surprised what just one tear drop from your eyes could do to someone.”

“What?”

“Remember when you were little and your sister broke her arm? You were crying because you accidentally pushed her, and the tear drop landed on her arm.”

“It was healed instantly.”

“Louis, you were always a special person, inside and out, but Harry needs you. If you lose him before the tear has reached his body, it will be too late.” Louis watches his mother, and before she disappears four other figures appear right before his eyes. There standing before him was his whole family, all smiling at him.

They couldn’t get closer, they couldn’t touch him, they really wanted to, but they really couldn’t.

“Have you been watching me all along?” Louis asks his mother, and she just nods.

“Honey, I will always be watching you, making sure that everything is alright. I still remember how torn you were when Harry first got sick.You came crying to your mum, and I always told you that you would always be my baby, but you can’t come to me all the time anymore. You need to be strong for the girls. You need to be strong for Harry. But, more importantly, you need to be strong for yourself.”

“I’m really trying Mum, but I think I’ve just been too strong too long. I don’t think that I can take anymore heartbreak. I don’t want to lose anyone else I care deeply for.”

“I know, honey, it killed me to watch you suffer after we left. But, if only your tears brought back the dead, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“Mum, he needs to get to Harry before it’s too late,” Daisy spoke, looking up to their Mum.

“Oh, yes. Lou, honey, he really doesn’t have much time. You need to go to him now.”

“But, what about you guys?”

“Don’t worry, we will still be watching you. Even when you don’t need it, we’ll always be here for you.”

“I really miss you guys.”

“And we miss you too, Louis!” They all yelled, “Now, go!” With that Louis was running inside the hospital and even with the odd looks, he kept running until he reached Harry’s room. He braced himself as he opened the door.

“Louis, I wanted to ask you something. Something  that I’ve been meaning to tell you. I just don’t know how to say it.”

Harry and Louis were just shy of sixteen years old. They were laying down on the grass staring up at the sky and Harry’s been meaning to tell Louis that he’s liked him for quite sometime. They both came out to each other for being gay, but neither have confessed their feelings to each other, yet. Until now.

“Don’t worry Haz, everything will be fine. What is it that you wanted to tell me?” Louis had sat up and Harry soon followed.

“Well, um…uh…”

“Well spit it out before we’re fifty!”

“I really like you...as more than a friend.”

“Really, that’s what you were afraid of? Harry, I like you too.”

Louis grabs a hold of Harry’s hand, and the touch made them both blush. Harry leans over and softly kisses Lou’s cheek. He looks to Harry and thinks, he would be the best husband one day.

He enters the room and his eyes set on Harry peacefully sleeping away. He looks once over him and notices how fragile, how pale he is, and most importantly, how sick he looks.

“Louis, will you be my boyfriend?”

“I thought that we already were?” Louis asked, winking at Harry.

“Well, just because we confessed that we liked each other doesn’t mean that we were automatically boyfriends, you have to be properly asked.”

And with that statement, Louis knew that he definitely would want to be married to him one day.

He walks over to Harry, tears pouring down his eyes, and grabs a hold of his left hand. Their wedding rings clinking together.

“Louis, I know that this isn’t the best way possible for you to be asked. But, here goes nothing,” They were sitting in the living room with both of their families, it was Christmas morning. Everyone was looking on as Harry pulled Louis up off the couch so he could stand so that once Harry asks that one important question, it would be proper. Louis looks around confused, “We’ve known each other since forever and I can’t imagine life without you being in it. You were my first crush, my first kiss, my first love, and everything in between. So, Louis William Tomlinson,” Harry reached into his pocket to pull out a box and he got down on one knee and opened it to reveal a simple silver band, “will you do the honour of being my husband?”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Louis looked around the room as if he was being pranked. But, he wasn’t. Louis doesn’t answer, he just nods his head as the tears start to slow out of his eyes on to Harry’s hands. Harry gets up off the ground and wraps his arms around Louis. He picks him up and swings him around. He stops and sets him to the floor before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

“Harry, I just spoke with my mum. It was crazy to be honest, and I didn’t even know what to think about it. But, she told me something special about me, that my tears can heal. If one of my tears lands on you, it can heal you. You won’t have to leave. You won’t have to leave us. You won’t have to leave me.”

“Louis, I love you.”

All the memories started to flood through his head of all the time he had with Harry. From little kids, and their marriage, right down to when the twins were born, with everything else in between. Louis wishes for another child one day, maybe a boy.

“I love you too, Harry. Don’t let go, you promised us. You promised Morgan, just let the healing happen?”

“But, what if it doesn’t work?” Harry finally opened his eyes all of the way, looking to Louis. Those green eyes, drained as ever. Louis can’t wait for them to have the life back in them again.

“It should, and my mum told me that. If she didn’t tell me, then it has to work.”

“Alright, just hurry, I don’t how much longer.”

“It will be easy, I’ve been crying for awhile now and you know me with crying.”

“Yeah.”

Louis didn’t want to just have the tears fall on Harry’s hand, he wanted something different. He leans over the bed and puts his hands on Harry’s cheeks. He kisses Harry as if it were to be their last. Tears were flowing down both of their faces, and just as the first tear dropped from Louis’ face, it fell onto Harry’s neck falling right into his chest. A few more tears did the same thing. Louis breaks away the kiss to catch his tears in action. He watches as they glow brightly before seeping into Harry’s skin.

Louis watches carefully as Harry’s skin starts to go back to its regular color. He watches as his then sunken in eyes are normal again. Louis then sets his eyes on Harry who’s eyes are wide open and staring back at him. He notices the color is back in his eyes, those green eyes that never lost it’s spark.

“Harry?”

“Louis, I feel amazing!” Both of them were now crying hysterically in each others arms. They break away from the hug and they capture each other’s lips in a desperate kiss. They wanted this to be real, and it was. Just as they were finished, the doctor came in looking baffled.

“Harry, how are you feeling?”

“Much, much better now,” Harry spoke to the doctor as he intertwined his and Louis’ hands together.

“We’re going to run some more tests.”

After the doctors ran all the tests that they could possibly get their hands on, the whole team was speechless. There was no sign of the cancer, or even that it was even in his system. It was like it disappeared.

Harry, Louis, Morgan and Ashlee were all in the hospital room when the doctor came with the good news.

“Harry, it seems that you’re cancer free. Which is a big miracle, you’re a lucky lad. I better not see you again, unless it’s another baby.”

“Will do, doc.”

Louis was sat to the side as the twins were sitting on the bed with Harry watching the television. He turned to the window and he was staring up to the sky. He watched as he saw a beam of light and he smiles softly before whispering.

“Thanks for everything, Mum.”

“What was that Louis?” Harry asks as he looked to Louis in confusion.

“Huh? Oh, just talking to myself.”

“Alright, well come on, there’s room for one more.” Harry moves over on the bed and Louis slips in. Harry rests his head on Louis’ chest, just like always. Listening to the pitter-patter of Louis’ calm heartbeat always put him in a better mood. Even though there was nothing that could make this day not the best day of their lives.

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And Harry kept the promise to the doctor, a few years later he did return to the hospital, and it was because he was pregnant. And this time, Louis got his wish, a baby boy. They named him Carson Andrew Styles and after that Harry never had to ever go back to the cancer ward in that hospital. So, it’s true when people say that tears can truly heal a person, and that person was Harry.