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"I'm tired."

"It's okay, go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up Lou."

"I love you."

"I love you too BooBear."

I fall asleep in Harry's arms, intending to wake up on a new day.

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The warmth of Harry's arms leaves me but I stay asleep.

After a while, I wake up bundled up in the comforter of our bed but I'm alone.

Harry is probably making breakfast in the kitchen again. I smile to myself as I get out of bed and put a hoodie on.

I walk around the familiar bedroom to the door but I notice Bruce and Clifford aren't in their beds. That's weird. They normally sleep at the end of our bed. 

Harry probably took them out for a walk and they're in the kitchen waiting for Harry to drop bacon or some sort of food on the floor. I brush it off my shoulder and open the door.

"Hazza, where are yo-" I open the door expecting to walk into our kitchen but instead, I'm in a white room. No Tables. No chairs. No windows. No Bruce. No Clifford. 

No Harry.

Alright, this is getting pretty weird. This must be a dream. It has to be.

"Hello?" I walk to the center of the room and hear the door close behind me. I turn around but the door is gone. I'm alone in a weird white room. "The fuck is going on..."

"Louis! You're here!" A woman's voice comes from behind me.

"My dear boy, Louis. Come here." I hear a man's voice as well.

I've heard those voices before. They sound so familiar. Too familiar...

"Grandma? Grandpa?" I turn to see none other than my grandparents. I haven't seen them in years!

My grandma is wearing a blue and black horizontal striped shirt with a gold necklace and beige pants. My grandpa is wearing a long-sleeved sweater vest with a white button up shirt underneath and a patterned tie with grey-green trousers.

I swear I remember them wearing this but I can't put my finger on it.

They stand with open arms. I run over and give them both the biggest hug. I  haven't seen them in years and I miss them so, so much.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask.

"Oh Louis, how are you? How have you been?" My grandma asks.

"I'm alright. Everythings been good. But what is going on? Why are you guys here?" I'm so happy to see them but I want to know what's happening.

"Never mind about us Louis, we are here for you." My grandpa says. They seem to be avoiding my question, which is super weird.

"We're all here to see you." My grandma says as she gives me another hug. As I'm about to ask them why they are here, I hear the barking of a dog.

I see a cream colored goldendoodle come running from behind my grandparents. The dog has a red collar, a long tail, and short ears flopped over the side of its head. There is only one dog I know that fits those features. 

"Max!" I kneel down and the goldendoodle, quite literally, jumps in my arms.

"Aw hey buddy. Who's a good boy?" I mess around with him, scratching his head and stomach. Max starts to lick my face and I try to get him off but it's no good.