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Sorry for updating so late. I've been meaning to and just forget. Whoops. I sincerely apologize.

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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The next morning greeted Harry with anxiety clawing away at his stomach and chest. He awoke with a startle, laptop still perched on his lap and the alarm clock blaring loudly. He rubbed at his stiff neck as he climbed out of bed and rather than being a decent human being, he ripped the black box off the nightstand table, cord sailing through the air, and threw it at the wall. Satisfied that the beeping stopped and the alarm clock was now in pieces, Harry stumbled downstairs and automatically went to the coffee machine to make a fresh pot.

His stomach was too upset to eat, so he just made Louis food. Pancakes, eggs and bacon. Getting them both cups of coffee, Harry set Louis' stuff on the counter and sipped his warm cup of coffee as he went upstairs to wake grouch ass up. Knocking on the only other door in the house that was closed, that belonged to a room, he walked in cautiously and snorted when he seen Louis was asleep with both cats sprawled out on his body.

"Shoo," he said quietly, gently moving each cat before he began to poke Louis' face. The bite wasn't too bad, but it was noticeable. He needed to clean it before it got infected. "Louis, wake up. I made food." When that didn't work, he took the annoying approach and began to poke him over and over again in the cheek. "Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis,"

The purring of the cats did him in. It was soothing and a very nice way to fall asleep. Louis actually fell asleep without dreaming about anything, that was a first, he must have been tired. He was in such a warm and deep sleep that he didn't register the first poke until Harry's finger touched the raw skin of the bite. He whined in his sleep and tried to roll over and pull the covers up.

"Stoooop..." The whine got higher causing Mimsy to jump up and climb on Louis to curl up on his chest. When the poking didn't stop, he started swinging his arms out, jostling both cats so they got annoyed and ran off.

Grinning like the little shit he was, Harry didn't stop until Louis threw the cover off to the side, got out of bed and stormed out, flipping Harry off over his shoulder as he went. "It isn't nice to mumble!" He yelled after the boy, pushing Mimsy away from his feet when he got up to leave.

Refreshed, some what, Harry got dressed in his blue scrubs and usual shoes, leaving his hair down even though it was slightly frizzy from brushing it. He was just about to walk back downstairs to refill his cup when he noticed the leather bag in the corner of his closet. Jesus Christ, he couldn't forget that if he wanted to do the damn proposal. Couldn't do one without a ring again. Grabbing it, he jogged down the stairs, taking note of how sore his legs actually were today, and smiled at Louis as he walked into the kitchen. Wait, what? Was he fucking possesed?

"Asshole bitch.." After changing into another pair of panties, these a pretty lavender and satin-y, he threw on a pair of bright yellow scrubs and foregoing socks, headed downstairs. Humming to a song he heard on the radio, Louis walked into the kitchen. "Damn." He blinked at the pancakes, the smell of syrup was making him drool. Was this a trap?

Both eyebrows disappeared into his hair when Harry smiled at him. Ha! Did he die in his sleep? Or was he still asleep? Pinching his arm, Louis groaned when it hurt. Nope, he was awake and alive. Ok, just drink coffee, he had to have poisoned the food. Bypassing the plates, he grabbed a coffee cup to fill it and take a drink, watching Harry over the rim. He was about to say something when his beeper went off. "Gotta go!"

Grabbing Louis' arm just as he took off to run, Harry removed the beeper from his pocket and tucked it into his own. "I'll take the wrath from John and whoever else. You need to eat, now. Sit," he pointed at the chair, arms folding over his chest as one of his eyebrows rose. He was being serious last night. He was done playing stupid ass games.

"Also, I'll be taking your computer. Don't think I didn't notice you taking it last night. You'll get it back when you earn it." Leaning against the counter, Harry shoved his cup off to the side with his elbow and threaded his fingers together. Dick or not, he would get his way. "I already have your car keys locked up. Give me your phone," he held a hand out to him, palm up and open.

He stared at Harry, hoping he would go through with taking the rap if Louis got in trouble for it, "Not once have I gotten in trouble at work. I don't need to start now," His leg got bouncy the moment he sat, but he mowed his way through a pancake, piece of bacon and egg. Pushing the plate away with mouth full, he chewed then rested elbow on the table then face in it, wincing when he touched the bite. "Damn. Forgot about this."

Rolling eyes, Louis made no move to give up his phone, not to mention who had one pair of car keys? "You can have my phone when I die." He pushed the chair out then walked past Harry to head for the bathroom to put something on his bite.

Grabbing Louis' arm again, Harry jerked him back and pushed him into the counter hard enough so he knew he wasn't playing, but not too hard. "Give me it now, Louis. I'm not kidding," without warning, Harry reached into the pocket of Louis' scrubs and pulled out his phone before he held it high up in the air, out of the subs reach. Even though he tried jumping, he still couldn't reach it.

"And I seen the look. I have all three pairs of keys, dumbass," moving to the side to allow Louis room to walk, Harry shoved the phone into his pocket, in clear reach of the sub but he knew the boy wasn't stupid enough to try and reach for it. "Go do whatever it was you were going to do. I'll be out in the car. You have five minutes."

Three pairs? Louis laughed as he was released to do what he wanted. Swinging a hand back, he put it in a fist and purposely socked Harry between the legs and walking off smug when he heard the sharp intake of breath. Humming again, he put cream on then brushed his hair, wetting the bristles to get the locks to lay down. Turning to make sure the back was laying down, he spritzed some cologne on then walked out to the car.

Yawning, he rubbed at his face then once in the vehicle, pulled down the passenger side visor to look in the mirror at the bite. It still stung like hell. Flipping the visor up, he sank back in the seat.

Hissing as Louis punched him in the dick, Harry nearly collapsed on the floor but instead just rubbed it and gathered up his things. He was going to be nice and maybe, just maybe, give Louis his phone back later but now he could fuck himself. Packing up a few more things and locking them in the closet before he headed out, he smiled smugly. This was going to be fun.

Starting the car and getting it warmed up, Harry pulled out of the garage and into the driveway so he could wait for Louis. There was a light dusting of snow over everything, but it wasn't enough to really do anything. It'd most likely be gone by tonight. "The Xbox and PlayStation are locked up. I'm going to put the parental settings on all the tvs, so all you'll get is documentaries. You'll earn tv time," he said as he backed up and began to drive towards the hospital. "I wasn't going to take the tv away until you decided to hit me in the dick," which were still throbbing.

Half listening, Louis was having a conversation with himself in his mind. He couldn't wait to get to work as Liam was going to be working on the same floor as him. But so was Doctor Horan, he didn't mind the older man, so much. Chewing on a nail, he caught parental controls for the television and fought rolling his eyes.

"Am I getting a bedtime too then, daddy?" Louis asked, sarcastically. "I'm not sleeping in the same room as you." He grabbed a book from his messenger bag, opening it to the bookmark. Silently reading to himself, lips mouthing along with each word, Louis would occasionally look up to see how much more time he had left as the last time he brought a book to work, hed snuck off to read it.

Louis thought he was being creative, when in reality he was just digging himself a deeper hole. "Sure! I'll even buy you a new binky and bottle. Does eight o'clock work for you?" Rolling his eyes, Harry turned on the radio and turned it up when he heard Brantley Gilbert was on. He wasn't too into country music, but he quite enjoyed this song.

Lip syncing along with the words, Harry ignored each obnoxious flip of a page and tried not to let himself focus on what he was going to do today. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to go along with it anymore. Louis pissed him off, and unknowingly probably fucked up the original proposal Harry had planned. It all seemed too cheesy and cliche now, but he couldn't back out, could he? Sarah had already caught wind of him buying the ring, so she was going to be there and a large sum of people at the hospital knew, too. It was too fucking late to do anything now. Fuck.

"Eight? My nieces don't even go to bed then and maybe I prefer ro breastfeed so you better bare 'em," He finished another page then flipped the book shut to put back. Picking up the bag, he started digging through it and came across his daily planner. Flicking eyes at Harry, he gave a soft huff and opened it to see what was on his agenda then grabbed a notebook and opened to a fresh page to write Liam and Zayn notes. He felt like he was in high school again.

Wincing at the music, Louis curled up more in the seat to use knees as a desk and start writing, blue ink appearing on the clean white, Louis' messy scrawl scratching in. Sticking the tip of his tongue out in concentration, brows furrowed and hand cramping, Louis quickly got the notes finished and folded neatly then put in the bag just as they pulled up to the hospital.

Harry chose not to respond to Louis and feed into the fight he was hoping to start. Just focusing on the music, and praying to god they made it to the hospital in one piece, he pressed his foot down on the gas pedal and the car picked up speed. The songs changed as they drove, drowning out the scratch of the pen against the paper. He had glanced over when they stopped at a red light, but didn't read anything once he seen who they were addressed to. Fucking pricks.

When they pulled into the hospital, Harry grabbed his leather bag and climbed out, waiting a few seconds for Louis to follow suit before he locked the car doors. They parted ways, neither saying anything as Harry made his way to to gift shop. Time to set his plan in motion.

Almost forgetting his own bag, Louis reached to grab it before the car was locked. Damn he was off-kilter today. Throwing his own bag over his shoulder, resulting in getting himself kicked in the ass by his extra pair of shoes, Louis ran for the side door and slipped in. He grinned widely st seeing Liam there then an angry Dr. Horan was rushing up to block his way. "Nurse Tomlinson, I paged you this morning for a reason. Where were you and do I have to tell your Dom about this?"

Not what he needed right now. Big ( in his mind at least ) tough Louis was tearing up at being yelled at. Sniffling, he cleared his throat to try to remain professional. Nope! Chewing on his lip, he ducked his head so salty drops fell. "I...uh... uh.. I need Harry, please?" Louis had been horrid to him. Liam gave Louis a look then shrugged at Dr

Horan, reaching to grab the phone and hold it out to him. "I'd page Dr. Styles."

Harry bought a single red rose and a small box of chocolates, and was on the hunt to find some poor intern to do his dirty work when his pager went off. "Here. At exactly seven o'clock you need to find Louis Tomlinson and give these to him. Find me every hour around this time, and I'll give you two hundred pounds tonight. Don't be late," the scared looking intern took the things held out to him and nodded, wide doe eyes looking strange on his tiny face.

Making his way back to through the hospital, Harry sighed when he seen Louis was with Dr. Horan, and was crying. "What now?" He asked, not jumping to conclusions though his hand was already balled in a fist just in case he needed it to give Horan his long overdue punch to the face. Bastard ruined his pretty neck.

An easy two hundred pounds? The intern nodded eagerly, checking his watch for the time before scurrying off to his next destination before delivering it.

Doctor Horan looked extremely uncomfortable that the nurse was crying, he was curious to know why, but Harry looked vicious. "Er.. I paged your nurse earlier this morning and he failed to show up. Are you aware?" Louis, meanwhile, had slipped from beside Niall to wrap an arm around Harry and press himself into his Dom, he was extremely cuddly at the moment.

Despite his irritation, Harry wrapped an arm around Louis and began to gently rub his back. "Yes, I'm aware. I was the one who kept him. He was in the middle of eating breakfast. Next time come straight to me when you have a problem," Harry was three words away from growling, eyes heated pools with hatred lapping at his pupils.

"Zack, Leslie, go take him to get a coffee or something," Harry was still looking at Horan, daring him to argue and say Louis needed to get to work. He was in a mood today, and wasn't above cracking the pretty doctors face.

Oh god, now Harry was going to have a hard time getting rid of him. He'd found Louis' absolute favorite thing in the world - his back being rubbed. Snuggling more into Harry, he inhaled his Dom's scent, enjoying the vanilla and spicy hints of his cologne. Would it be inappropriate to kiss his neck?

Clearing throat, he followed Zayn and Liam. Looking over his shoulder at Harry, he gave him a big grin, complete with crinkled eyes. The purposely messed up names didn't escape him and apparently his friends hadn't noticed.

Left alone with only Niall, Harry took a small step forward and tilted his head to the side, lopsided grin falling in place. "Why is it always you I find that causes the most trouble?" He asked, nose suddenly attacked with Niall's cinnamon breath. Nose wrinkling, he backed up an inch or so but remained close so he was still intimidating with the obvious height difference.

"First you cut my neck open, then you cause my sub to cry. What next?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets, aware of all the tired feet dragging around them as people were just coming in for a shift and others were leaving. He felt bad for those who were on call and had to sleep on the cement brick they call a bed in the on-call room.

Fishmouthing, Niall put a hand up, "I'm not causing any trouble, Dr. Styles. I simply asked your sub a question, didn't realize it would cause him to cry? Maybe he's in dire need of a psychiatrist because there might be something loose up there." Niall stopped to converse with an intern that had a question then picked up his own charts.

"Doctor Styles, you couldn't breathe so a tracheotomy was needed," Niall flipped a chart open to look at it, then peered at Harry over the rim of his glasses. "Are you able to do a spinal tap on a two year old in thirty minutes? Your choice of nurses."

Witnesses. There were people all around who were about to witness Harry Styles beat the living fuck out of Niall Horan. But then John had to walk by and he was already done with Harry. The only reason he kept him around was because of the publicity he brought and all of the patients. "Sure, but Niall," leaning forward until his lips were brushing Horan's ear, the prickle of the younger doctors beard digging into his cheek, he grabbed the doctor's lab coat and tugged him forward so the clipboard dug into his stomach, right above his navel.

"Talk about my sub like that again, or in general, and I'll crush your windpipe with my bare hand," taking the chart from him, Harry hit him with his shoulder as he walked by, unsettling the doctors balance and making him stumble. He was the only fucking person who could be rude to Louis.

The three friends were in the cafeteria happily drinking their coffee when both Liam and Zayn's pagers went off. Frowning slightly, the two gave him an apologetic look as they ran off. He gave a sigh, about to stand up when a shadow fell over him. Looking up, he cringed when it was Nick's unwelcomed face. Shit! Shooting the doctor a dirty look, he tried to squeeze past when he was stopped by a firm arm. "Harry won't always be there to save you, remember that."

When Nick disappeared, Louis shuddered and was ready to toss his cup then get to work when he was stopped again. "Crissakes, I do need to work.." The red-faced intern looked nervous and like he was going to puke. Shaky hands reached out to hand Louis the rose and candy then ran off. "Wait! Who sent me this?" Harry? It had to be. Louis sniffed the rose and ran to the main floor.

His intention was to find a vase and set it on the nurses' station, but when he saw Harry, he all but attacked him with kisses and a soft "thank you".

Stumbling into a wall, Harry's eyebrows furrowed as wet, sloppy kisses were planted all over his face and neck. "I didn't do anything," he said, playing it off easily. He was going to pretend not to know anything, make it that much bigger of a surprise. "Nevermind," shaking his head, Harry lifted up the metal chart in his hand.

"Feel like doing a spinal tap with me?" He'd have to find the intern beforehand and give him the next stuff to deliver to Louis, so while they were doing the spinal tap Harry could be there when Louis got his next set of gifts and act clueless. Only problem was, he didn't know what he was giving him yet.

If Harry hadn't done it. Louis twisted his lip and stared at the rose and candy. Looking back where he came from, he shook his head. "Oh god...don't tell me it's from him" He said softly. Leaning up to kiss Harry's cheek again, he walked to a supply closet to get a vase then to the bathroom for some water.

The intern had been hiding in the shadows waiting for Harry to be free. Cautiously walking over, he stood in front of the surgeon nervously. "New hour, what am I doing now, Dr. Styles?"

Not catching what Louis said, Harry's attention was quickly caught by a nurse looking for him to sign off on the surgery. Chewing on his lip, he quickly read over the file then did his sloppy signature and turned to look at the twitching intern. "Follow me," he jerked his head towards the gift shop, then began to lead the way.

He looked over all the shelves and finally decided to get him a book from the shelf, not even bothering to read the title but it looked like one Louis would like. Buying it and yet another single rose, he passed them over to the intern. "We'll be on the third floor in room 426. Louis isn't to know it's me." He said, slipping a twenty note into the pocket of the interns scrub tops before he left to go and get the room prepped.

A few minutes later, Louis was free. He'd gotten cornered to run to the nursery and check on a baby that was having trouble then ran back down. The hallway he'd been talking to Harry in was deserted. Shit. He didn't know which room the spinal tap was in! Not like there wasn't a big dry erase board that told them anything. Louis set the rose on the desk then squeezed past a few gossiping nurses to look for the room number.

"If you need me, I'm assisting Dr. Styles in room 426." Louis quirked an eyebrow when a few started giggling. "Not like that you pervs!" He shook his head, going to room 426 to knock. "Harry? Are you in there yet?"

Ten minutes later the boy was prepped and ready. "Yeah, come in," he hollered, Jaxson already zonked out from the anesthesia. When the door opened, Harry glanced up, peering over the edges of his plastic glasses that covered the part of his face his surgical mask didn't.

"Ready?" he asked Louis, the only other person in the room was Jorge, who was the anesthesiologist. He waited as Louis got on his surgical gown and gloves, eyes occasionally flicking to the clock on the wall. Five minutes. His hands were twitching nervously at his sides, but it wasn't from the procedure he was about to do. He's done plenty of spinal taps, and was confident enough that he could do them in his sleep.

Quickly going to Harry's side, he noticed the twitch but chose not to say something. He hummed to himself then looked up to Harry, smiling even if he couldn't see it behind the mask. Louis walked around the front to gently push Jaxson's knees to his chest then looked up at Harry, "Good?"

If Louis remembered right, Jaxson had been admitted two days ago. He was an awfully cute kid. "Damn. I can't wait for our kid to be this old and he or she isn't even born yet." Sighing, he felt himself getting emotional again and wiped at his face, sniffling. "Damn hormones."

Rolling his eyes at Louis, Harry grabbed the hollow needle off the tray and lifted it up. "Let's just hope the kid makes it out of infancy. We are its parents, after all." Snorting at his own joke, he shook off the conversation and his own thoughts and focused on what he was doing.

He felt down the kids spine, then stopped when his fingers bumped over his two lower vertebrates, in the lumbar region. He inserted the needle through the spinal membrane and into the spinal canal, then once it was in place he glanced up at Louis. "Carefully pull his legs up a little more to shift his position," he said, steadying the needle so it didn't move.

Louis mock glared at Harry, "If a surgeon and nurse can't raise a kid, then there's no hope for the world." He wanted to ask how many kids the man wanted, but the sound of the snort made Louis start giggling hard. "You.. snort when you laugh.. oh my god!"

Doing as he was told, Louis jumped when there was a knock on the door. "The hell is that?" John or Dr. Horan? He had enough of the blonde doctor today and Louis managed to behave well enough to stay under the man's radar. "Maybe it's his mom?" Even though Louis knew his parents lived too far away.

Wanting to defend himself, but also wanting to get this done, Harry held off on saying anything and just focused on the kid. When Louis shifted the baby, Harry made sure his heart rate and everything stayed the same. "Come in," he yelled, not really even registering who it was.

He began to measure the cerebrospinal fluid when the door opened, Harry freezing when he realized what time it was. "Instead of standing there like a twitching druggy, get in here and do whatever you came to do. Fast." He was going with impatient asshole, a role he plays well and effortlessly. Be nice to the kid. He's doing your dirty work.

He looked up when the same kid that gave him the rose and candy stepped in. A quizzical look came over his face when he was handed a book and another rose. "What the hell? Someone has a crush on me," Darting eyes to Harry, he bit down on his lip. "Are you sure this isn't from you? Cuz if not, I may be in trouble if you find out who it is." Louis still had a hold of the baby's legs as he set the items on the counter to look at when the procedure was done.

When the kid left, sneaking a look at Harry, Louis frowned. "Haz, his heart rate keeps dropping then climbing back up." With a gloved hand, he pointed when it happened once again.

Harry, acting like he couldn't hear Louis and that he was displeased with his stalker, finished taking a sample of the spinal fluid. He was just about to check the pressure again when Louis spoke, and Harry glanced up at the heart rate machine just in time to see his heart rate dropping incredibly low, followed by his blood pressure spiking. It took him three seconds; three small seconds to look down at the boy and see him choking on nothing to realize what was happening.

"He's going into anaphylactic shock! Stop the anesthesia, and I need an epi!" Harry yelled, pulling the needle out carefully and setting it on the tray. "Turn his oxygen up," he instructed, rolling Jaxson on his back to help open his airways as the oxygen levels were kicked up to one hundred percent.

With the machines blaring and his heart hammering, Harry took the pen Louis offered him and stabbed it into the fleshy part of the toddlers thigh. He took a breath, which was all he could do as Jaxson's heart rate slowly began to climb back up. "Start him on a epinephrine infusion to help maintain vital signs. Transfer him up to the ICU,and start him on some adjunct medication." When he was just stared at, Harry pulled his gloves off, ripping one to shreds in the process, and ripped off his surgical gown. "Fucking morons. Steroids, diphenhydramine, and an H-2 blocker. Make sure they're given intravenously." Did he have to do everything around here? Jesus.

"Also, the fluid I managed to get needs to be sent to the lab," not touching the vile, Harry took off the glasses and set them on the counter, then left the room. Nobody could have predicted that would have happened, but still... It would have been so easy to lose the kid, and he may still. Fucking bloody hell. It's all fan-fucking-tastic.

Was Louis the fucking moron?He chewed on his lip as he helped transfer the boy to a gurney when it showed up. Gently running a hand down Jaxson's face, he side stepped to grab a small stuffed toy from the basket saved for when they had little, scared patients and set it under the baby's arm. "You heard Harry. Move." Louis growled when they hesitated just the slightest.

Snatching the fluid sample up, Louis tucked the book and rose under an arm then headed out to the elevator. Nodding at people he knew, he stepped on then as the doors were about to close, a hand came slamming between them to stop the doors from closing then the body the hands belonged to came on. Scoffing, Louis shifted to the far corner of the wall.

"What's wrong, Lewis? Disgusted? Envious?" Philip asked with a slimy smile on his face. He was one of those types that thought whatever they wanted they got, and Philip had been lusting after Harry since day one. "Disgusted was right..." Louis mumbled.

The elevator dinged and Louis was about to step off when Philip grabbed the back of his scrub top, "What do I have to do to get you out of the picture?" Philip snarled, hands tightening on the fabric. Louis gave a short laugh, balling hand up into a fist and punching Philip hard in the face.

Walking, more like running off, he dropped the sample at the lab then went up to ICU to make sure Jaxson was settled then ran back down to the nurses' station to add the second rose to the vase. "Another one?" Morgan exclaimed, eyes twinkling. She was enjoying this, she didn't know what was going on, but was sharing in Louis' excitement.

Harry, on his way up to John's office, stopped by the pediatric floor and seen Aspen. The little girls health was dropping fast, and she was almost to the point of being too bad to survive a lung transplant, if she even got one. Telling her his plans for tonight, and asking her if she'd help Luke and Michael do what they were supposed to do tonight, Harry left the little girl with a time and what she was supposed to wear, then left.

Now, on top of everything else, he had to buy Aspen the dress she asked for. It's not like he minds. Just adds more shit to his already busy day. Knocking on the older mans door when he reached his original destination, Harry waited for him to tell him to come in before he opened the door and stepped into the quiet room with dim lighting.

Jaxson was pushed to the back of his mind, though he was still a worry that burned brightly, and shoved to the front was this damn proposal. "I need your help," he told the man, stopping to rest by the glass wall and overlook the city as all the buildings came to life. Jesus. Breath. Calm down.

After the conversation was over, Louis went to grab more coffee. He slept like a rock last night, but he was still fighting the urge to find an empty room and take a nap. If he kept moving around, maybe he'd wake up more.

Louis took off sprinting down the hallway, passed John's office where he saw a glimpse of his Dom and almost ran into the wall, trying to stop himself. Crap! Did Philip go tattle to John and John in turn call his Dom in? This felt like high school all over again as he took off running again for the stairs then up to the nursery. Olivia's bassinet was empty, the little girl having been adopted a few days before Thanksgiving. It was great for her, but hell on his heart as he knew he got way too attached to the babies.

Harry explained, in detail even though he'd rather have been vague, what he planned to do tonight, and why he needed the President of the hospitals help. John chewed on his lower lip, the glasses falling to hug the bottom of his nose, nearly sliding off. A pen between his fingers continued to tap against the desk, sending Harry's heart lurching into his throat everytime it hit the thick wood and made the noise ricochet around the room. Just fucking get on with it already.

"Six?" John asked, head cocking to the side as he began to rub his bottom lip with the pen. "Do three extra weeks of clinic duty and you have a deal. I'll make the calls," the older man would have done it just to be nice and help out, but Harry had been skimping on his clinic hours. He'd do anything to get his "star surgeon" to do his job, rather than just what he defines as his job.

Three fucking weeks? No. Nope. He wasn't doing it. He'd propose to Louis in a fucking mud pit before he agreed to that shit. Growling, Harry ran a hand through his hair and jerked his lab coat to fix it so it wasn't hanging lopsided on his shoulders anymore. "Two weeks. Make the damn calls." Harry stormed out of the hallway, the door hitting against the wall as he threw it open and made a dramatic exit. Louis would be proud. Oh this better be fucking worth it.

When lunch rolled around, Louis was running on fumes. He coughed as he took a large slurp of soup then grabbed some crackers to crush into them to actually give the food some flavor. Half heartedly eating it, tasting nothing but feeling the warmth of the soup sliding down his throat. So far he's gotten four roses and four gifts. But who were they from?

He sighed and looked at the door when it opened, hoping to see Harry come in. Wow, he was missing his Dom? The thought made him blush slightly, he could feel his face warming up and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Shivering lightly, he broke open a package of crackers and chewed.

When the last person he wanted to see came in, Louis jumped up, knocking knee on the table as he took off out of the cafeteria, then had to stop a few minutes later. Louis was out of breath from being out of shape, maybe should get the gumption to work out with Harry? Hell would freeze over before that happened.

With only forty five minutes to spare, Harry used his lunch break to run last minute errands. He stopped at the mall, against his own will, and bought Aspen a little blue floral dress that would flow freely around her knees, and a blue headband to match. Then he stopped at another store in the mall and grabbed two different gift baskets, one with vanilla scented soap, perfume and candles, and the other with a stuffed teddy bear, candy and popcorn.

With those things in the front seat next to him, Harry rushed to James jewelry store and let the man know he couldn't stay and gab because he was in a hurry. Buying a simple diamond bracelet that had the diamonds shaped as hearts, and a necklace to match, Harry tipped the man generously and left.

He arrived at the hospital with only five minutes to spear. Grabbing the inconspicuous brown paper bag, he stuffed the necklace, bracelet and dress into it, then grabbed the other bag to put the two large gift baskets in it. He had to creep through the hospital as he made his way up to his office, making sure he didn't see Louis. He managed to make it there without any sightings just in time to greet the intern.

He gave him the candy gift basket and money to buy a rose, then sent him on his way. Collapsing back on his chair, Harry scrubbed at his face and sighed heavily. This was all too much work, and he wasn't sure it was even worth it all, honestly. Not to mention this has all put a large dent in his wallet.

Already caught up on his work, Louis took the time to faceplant it on the desk and catch a quick snooze. Drooling heavily on some charts, Louis was out to the world until someone clearing their throat loudly made him jump. "Yeah?" A flash of purple out the corner of his eye made him frown and he reached up to rip off the Post-It that has stuck to his face. "Ouch.. son of a.."

The intern stood there, biting their tongue to keep from laughing. He set the basket on the desk along with another rose. "Damn. Seriously, who is sending me these?" The intern brought shoulder up in a shrug, "Don't ask me, I'm just the messenger." Saluting Louis he took off to catch up with his own work.

Glancing into the basket, Louis grinned when he saw the treats. It was like the person knew him, or was in the shadows watching. Louis swiped some popcorn and threw it in his mouth. So much better than that bland soup.

Was it too late to just stop everything and pretend he didn't know anything about Louis' stalker so they could just end this madness already? He was done with all the stress and worrying, yet he still lined up the remaining three gifts he had with sticky notes on them for the time they were supposed to be delivered. Necklace, two. Vanilla basket, three. And bracelet at four. He still had one gift left to get, but he was just going to get something simple.

Setting them all back in the bag, Harry found the intern and gave him a key to his office with instructions to only grab the gifts at the right time and gave him enough money for the next three roses. Then he made his way up to the OR to scrub in on Alyssas surgery. She was a twenty five year old who was having her gallbladder removed after years of problems.

With most of the popcorn gone, Louis pushed it away to get up. His bump was getting bigger, you still had to look for it, but Louis felt he'd been able to see it the whole time. Rubbing over it through his yellow top, he checked to make sure he had no patients then just let himself wander around the halls.

Louis was sort of bored with nothing to do. He sat himself in a wheelchair, rolling himself back and forth then down the hallway. Quickly getting bored with that, Louis left the wheelchair where it was and took off for the elevator. He ended up on the surgical floor, wandering down the hallway and picking a random operating theatre to sneak into and watch.

The surgery went by smoothly, and as the woman was getting moved to her room Harry chanced a glance up at the theatre and seen there was only a few interns in there. Rolling his eyes when they waved at him, he ignored them and took off his gown and shit them scrubbed his hands and left.

Only an hour has passed, meaning the intern should have gave Louis his necklace. Checking on a few of his post op patients, and the two pre ops, Harry signed off on a few of their discharge papers and returned to his office to grab Aspen's dress. Not having time to deliver it to her, he wrapped it up in it's own paper bag and wrote her a cute little note then had a nurse deliver it to her.

Rather than sitting in his office, he grabbed his laptop and made his way into the lounge to check on a few of his lab results. His office was suffocating today. He still hasn't received Jaxson's, but he did get the results for his one patient who, he discovered, did in fact have TB. Writing off a list of medication to get her started on, Harry passed it off to an intern to do and began to brew himself a cup of French vanilla coffee. He was in a weird mood today and wanted something different.

The new gift made Louis stare. He blinked then added it to his collection in his locker and the rose to the others in his vase. With it almost full, he leaned down to sniff the fragrant flowers. Hopefully whoever did it would come out and confess soon, and that Harry maybe wouldn't beat them up too badly? But then he wondered if it wasn't a prank, maybe Nick and his sub cooked this up?

Growling, Louis went for the lounge to grab another cup of coffee. He lifted head when he pushed open the door and saw Harry sitting there. Brewing his own cup when Harry'a was done, he waved at his Dom then went to take a seat to sip at it.

Nodding at Louis, Harry grabbed his mountain of files he had an intern bring and began to go through them, signing and filling them out when he needed to. He would sip his cup of coffee every so often, tongue already burnt from the first sip he'd taken. It wasn't a bad flavor, but it wasn't his favorite. He just wanted a tall cup of steaming hot black coffee that people would say matched his soul.

"Has your stalker stopped?" Harry asked a few minutes later, just striking up a conversation as he glanced up from all the papers strewn across the table. He really needed to get more organized. Keeping himself neutral, so Louis wouldn't try and say it was him again, Harry began to twirl his pen between his fingers. "What had he gotten you so far?" As if you don't know, fucking creep.

Louis was bored without his phone and apparently his friends didn't agree with writing notes as he'd gotten none back. Assholes. Yawning widely, he got up from the chair to sit next to Harry and maybe sneak at what he was doing because Louis was noisy. Reaching up, he poked where the dimples would be if Harry smiled.

"No. I got a necklace, a beautiful necklace. Gift basket with food, which was much appreciated by this pregnant person." He took a long drink of his coffee then laid head back against the wall, "I'm just worried you're gonna kick someone's ass."

Harry shrugged and flipped one file close only to open another. "Find out who he is and I'll do more than kick his ass," he said, biting the inside of his cheek and he seen the same intern walk into the room. He still had half an hour. When he seen the man was walking towards them, he gently shook his head when he knew Louis wasn't looking and jerked it towards the door.

He didn't do all of this to have some fucking moron ruin it all. The man nodded and gulped before scurrying off with a muffin from the basket he quickly snatched off the table. Oh. He was just getting food. Paranoid panda.

Hiding a smile, Louis turned to bury his face in Harry's lab coat. He yawned and let himself relax a little bit. When the door opened, Louis didn't bother opening his eyes. "Whoever came in should go away because I was close to shoving my hand down Harry's pants to jerk him off," He wasn't, Louis just wanted whoever to go away so he could finish the conversation with Harry. It was nobody's business.

The crinkling of paper made Louis open eyes just in time to see the door close. "Think I'd get in trouble if I locked it?" He was already halfway to the door.

Laughing under his breath, Harry crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. "Do what you will, but you aren't going to use sex to coerce me into giving you back you phone," the phone topic shouldn't have even been brought up, but Harry felt like teasing him. Using something he took from him was a perfect opportunity to do so, though.

"Go jerk off your stalker. Maybe he'll buy you a phone," anybody would take offence, but the doms eyes were shimmering, letting on that he was only joking even if his stone hard face said otherwise. Speaking of jerking off. He was quite horny. Maybe that would be Louis' last gift? Or he could 'give it' to him after the proposal. Celebration sex was always good.

Rolling eyes, Louis plucked a muffin from the basket to pick at, "Who says I was using it to get my phone back?" He raised an eyebrow and put a piece of blueberry muffin into his mouth. Licking over his lips, he peeled another blueberry off and ate it. Maybe he should make some blueberry muffins when they got home, or morning glory? Either way, he was making some.

Approaching Harry, he pulled the laptop from his hands and set it on the table then straddled Harry. "Good idea. I do need a sugar daddy," Winking at him, he pressed a kiss to his lips. "Think my stalker is hot? I do have standards."

Hands falling to the boys hips, Harry hummed and shrugged. "He has good taste in gifts, so probably not," bad talking him. Good. "You? Have standards? Since when?" Laughing, Harry let his hands slip beneath the boys shirt, chilled fingers causing goosebumps to paint his skin.

With Louis' bump pressing against his stomach as he leaned forward, Harry decided to be courageous and be the one who kissed first this time. Letting their lips meet in a timid kiss, Harry subconsciously mesmerized the way Louis' lips felt as they moved against his own. Chapped, but soft, with the hint of blueberry lingering on them.

Laughing, Louis gave Harry's arm a slight pinch. "Hey. I do. Look who I got paired with? If it'd been an ugly Dom, I probably would have complained." Shivering at the cold fingers, Louis ground down against Harry, fingers moving to the inside of his thigh where he'd accidentally found out was Harry's ticklish spot.

A surprised sound came out when he felt the kiss, but it was nice. Tilting head to the side, Louis kissed him back, his hand sliding down the front of Harry's scrub pants to grasp him, pressing thumbnail into the head.

Things got heated quickly, and before Harry knew it he was pushing aside all the paper and files, not paying attention as they quietly flew to the ground. He lifted Louis up on the table and maneuvered the boys legs so they were wrapping around his waist, making it so their groins were pressed flush together, the god awful yellow scrub top getting ripped off in the process.

"Was that a compliment? Because you did complain," his own shirt hiked, Harry took it upon himself to just remove the material so they were skin on skin, the only thing keeping them apart the thin material of their scrub bottoms that both of their dicks were noticeably straining against.

"Like it's a secret I find you attractive," Louis mumbled against Harry's lips. He groaned feeling Harry's erection against him, his own making itself painfully known as he ground against Harry. He was a needy bitch at the moment, as he gave a low whine needing the friction. No thought about the door being locked and someone wanting to come in, and it wasn't like they'd be the first to fuck in the lounge.

Ducking head down he sucked at Harry's neck as a hand cautiously went up to pinch at one of the Dom's nipples. "Please.. can we do something? Please?" He moved to kiss Harry. God, could he sound anymore desperate? But how long has it been since they had actual sex?

Groaning, Harry shoved his hand down Louis' pants to give him the answer he was looking for and began to pump his cock, fingers squeezing around his length before they went lax. Continuing that for a few seconds, and using his precum to slick him up, Harry bent himself in half and began to attack Louis" neck, leaving marks of possession as he went. The lovebites would remain for a few days, and remind all that Louis was taking. By Harry fucking Styles, bitch.

Without permission or warning, Harry let go of Louis' cock, fingers now slicked up, and moved them to prod at the boys tight hole before he shoved one in, starting out slow and gentle when all he wanted was hard and fast. Muscles clenching deep in his stomach as his senses were overridden with Louis, he moved his way down to kiss across the boys chest. More like make more hickies, asshole. Like the ring he'll be wearing won't be enough.

Small noises came out when Harry grabbed him, jerking hips up to meet the pumps. Laying head against Harry's bare chest, he let eyes flutter closed as the noises sounded more like sighs of relief. He was feeling so worked up, the release would be the best part of his day. A small giggle hiccuped out when the lips brushed against his neck, shivering from the reaction running down his spine.

The boy tensed up when he felt Harry's fingers at his hole. He shifted to loft hips and give the surgeon better access. Moaning softly when the fingers plunged in, he reached up to tug at Harry's hair. "Don't have to be gentle, babe. Be rough, I like it rough." Louis grinded down on Harry's fingers, his own hands moving to untie the drawstring on the dom's scrub pants and plunge his own hands in to wrap around him.

Smirking, Harry pulled back and stepped aside, but kept his hand in Louis' pants as he used the other one to drag the material of his scrub bottoms and panties down his legs. They fell to the floor with a silent thud, but neither had time to push them aside before Harry was taking his spot again.

A second finger was added shortly after, just to create a burn but also make it easier on Louis to adjust. It has been... God, quite sometime since they last fucked. "That's because all you've ever had is rough," he found himself saying as his lips continued their assault.

His lips never left Louis' skin as they traced from his neck, nipping, kissing, sucking, teeth dragging here and there, lips ghosting then pressing firmly. Back across his neck, arms, shoulders, sides, small bump on his tummy, all the way down to his hip bones where he paused for a moment to litter purplish bruises. It was all to keep him distracted as Harry added a third finger, teeth sinking into the soft flesh on the boys neck to help balance what he was feeling.

Then something inside Harry decided he couldn't take this anymore, because he was removing his hands and pulling his own cock out, tip swollen and angry looking as he slicked himself up with some spit. Arms barricaded Louis as Harry moved to stand between his legs, his head lined up with Louis' hole. "We'll have to change that someday," he murmured, voice a low rasp as he suddenly shoved in. Jesus... Gahhh... Fuck. Still too tight.

It was just the lust talking, the blown pupils in Harry's eyes obvious proof, but he meant it. He wasn't just going to fuck Louis. He knew how to.. Cringe... Make love, so to speak. He just preferred a nice, fast fuck that burned him out.

"Mmm.. I don't what to say to that.." Louis didn't want to think about being sexually assaulted when actually having sex with his Dom/boyfriend, the hell could Louis call him? Owner? Bark,bark? He hissed slightly at the burn, pushing his bum against the finger. It really has been too long.

The feathery kisses Harry was placing all over his body made him giggle from the feel, squirming slightly while a warm feeling started in him and he stared up at Harry with what one might call heart eyes. Reaching up, he searched for Harry's lips with his own, seeking a kiss.

Blue eyes looked right into Harry's own blown ones, the black overtaking them. Louis frowned, he liked the green of the surgeon's eyes, but he especially loved when Harry gave him that look. It made the butterflies in his belly spring to life and a feeling that the surgeon wasn't letting on his true feelings cuz God knows Louis wasn't. Wrapping legs around Harry when he pushed in, Louis put a hand out to grab something, making the basket of muffins fall over so they bounced everywhere.

With the table a squeaking mess as Harry pulled back, he grinded his teeth together and forced himself to focus past it and the blood rushing through his ears. A few calming breaths later, and the Dom looked more collected, less on the verge of snapping and releasing hell. Eyes still heated and not at all friendly, he looked up at Louis from underneath his clumpy eyelashes and grinned, a look that has made so many women and men fall apart.

Kicking aside a muffin, Harry grasped Louis' hips for a better hold, upper thighs pressing against the cool table when he slowly shoved back in. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, his usual cockiness disintegrating in those three seconds, but he shook his off and it was back in place just like that. Stop being so.. Luke-y.

A cheesy grin was shot back as he got the look, he wriggled a hand free to push a strand of hair from his eyes. He too was trying to ignore the squeak of the table, hoping their combined weight on it wouldn't cause it to collapse. That would be embarrassing to explain, even if maybe he could blame it on Nick and his sub, he was sure Harry would back him up.

"How am I looking at you?" Louis darted eyes down to his bump. Had Harry seen that? Oops! He kept eyes down, watching Harry's cock disappear into him then out. "Fuck Haz, faster please?" His free hand slid between them to rub at the base of Harry's cock. His back arched when Harry hit a particular spot, a soft moan escaping.

The body arched beneath him, feathery hair becoming flat as his head dug into the hard, wood table. Fingernails scratched at the table top, looking from something to grasp but everything was just out of reach, so the boy did the next best thing. He sunk his nails into his doms back and scratched his way down, creating burning trails of fire that sparked Harry's insides and coaxed him to go faster.

"Fuck, you're too tight," Harry groaned, his hands kneading at Louis' sides as his palms became sweaty and he began to lose his hold. He can feel something building deep inside of him, threatening to make him burst into nothing as white hot pleasure sears through his veins. A moan steals the show, though, and the doms eyes snap down to watch Louis as he completely becomes undone beneath him, doe eyes hooded and sneaking back into his skull.

"You're looking at me like you're in love or some shit. Like-- like your stupid puppy friend looks at the wannabe hard ass," he couldn't form a coherent thought. His brain was a fried mess, focused on nothing but the sweet pull from deep inside his stomach with every thrust; balls slapping against the curve of Louis' ass and a bright red streak marking the front of his thighs as they continue to hit into the table. He's not in love. He hates you.

Louis was pretty much a crumpled mess below Harry, he could feel his own release coiling up, traveling through his belly to his loins and legs, his toes were even starting to tingle. Maybe this was the best sex he'd had with Harry. Pushing himself against the man to meet his thrusts, Louis let his head drop hard on the wooden table then muttered cusses under his breath.

"Well shit, let me go do something to make myself loose.." Louis sassed, not meaning it to be rude, just a DUH comment seeing as this was only their third time having sex. What the hell was wrong with them?! The look on Harry's face when he moaned made Louis want to capture it. "Harder please.. Im asking please!" Rolling hips hard into Harry, he gripped the edge of the table to sit himself up part ways.

Surely believing he looked guilty right now, Louis gave a nervous laugh, "In love? Don't be silly, it's too early." Shut up, Louis. You love him, admit it. Say it out loud! Louis growled and pulled Harry closer to him to capture his lips in a kiss.

Harry's thrusts quickened on their own accord and he was kissing Louis back, dominating everything that was happening as he pushed them both to the point of no return. His hips shifted; angling to hit against that special spot inside of Louis. Teeth nipping the bottom lip, Harry pushed forward and made the sub fall to lay flat against the table, the boys cock becoming sandwiched between their two bodies and getting the friction he had been looking for, or so Harry guessed when the boy moaned breathlessly into his mouth and fisted his hair to pull harshly at it.

Thrusts deep and sharp; slick as the muscles on his stomach clenched and moved rhythmically against Louis' stomach as their chest slide easily together from the thin layer of sweat that coated both of their skins, Harry barely stifled a moan that tickled the back of his throat. "Then quit giving me them eyes while I'm fucking you," he argued breathlessly, sticky forehead moving to rest against the boy's shoulder as he struggled to remain in control even though the coils deep within his body were unraveling.

High on pleasure, drunk on the moment, Harry didn't realize the seriousness to the conversation they were having. He was too lost in the way Louis clenched around his cock as he pulled out, the sweet pull almost as sensual as the push back in. It was like his mind was locked in another room, walls made of thick glass blurred with fog and sticky fingerprints. He could see and try to make guesses on what was going on on the other side, but wouldn't know how to make sense of any of it until he opened the door and let it all out. Now wasn't the time though, that he knew. It had to wait, even if the fluttering heart beneath his own was trying to admit something he didn't want to hear.

Soft 'uh, uh, uh' came out when Harry picked up the pace. His fists clenched the edge of the table, knuckles turning white from the intense grip. Louis bit back a remark, even though an I love you was trying to form on his tongue, surprising him.

His fingers lingering in the chocolate locks, stiffened pulling his Dom's hair tight as he began to see white spots in front of his eyes and the need for release began. His hips jerked to meet Harry's thrust as he gave a sudden whimper, then muffled it by kissing Harry's red lips, "I.. fuck.. fuck.. shit..." Well, that wasn't what Louis' brain sent for his mouth to say! Wrong, try again.

"Fuck," the words a hot breath against the boys mouth, Harry moved to nuzzle into the soft neck, keeping his mouth occupied there as he lapped at the red, bruising skin he angered with hickies. A hand slid beneath Louis' hip suddenly, pulling him into every thrust. The crush of Harry's stomach against the boys cock had noises, both sinful and pathetic, parting his lips and echoing in the doms ears.

Fingernails digging into Harry's scalp, the dom once again claimed Louis' mouth with an almost growl, the smooth slid of his tongue and cock matching rhythm as both worked to steal the subs breath away. "You need to cum, Louis. Cum," it was a command, dark and needy. The forgotten topic was just that; forgotten. Neither was focused on anything but the burning pleasure that was threatening to devour their very existence.

A low yelp came out when he felt his cock caught against Harry's belly. He circled hips against his Dom as he let himself cum, head falling back as the words bubbled up on his mouth again, "Fuck.. I love you..." Shit. Why! Louis gasped, the realization of what he said sobering him up. Wriggling to get out from under Harry, he started to panic.

"No, no, no, let me up. I gotta get out of here." Louis rolled head to the side to avoid looking his Dom in the face, as fingers loosened in Harry's soft tresses. Gently, Louis started running fingers through it. "I'm sorry. Don't punish me for that?"

On the brink of an orgasm, body humming and muscles pulled taunt, Harry froze. A moment where neither of them were fighting had to be ruined by this... This false love. Still buried in Louis, Harry forced the boy to stop moving when he began to jerk around and pull his cock in the same direction he was trying to go. Dark eyes, not at all green or warm or the eyes they had been even three seconds ago stared down at Louis as fingers brushed through his hair.

What the fuck was he supposed to say? This moment was not only awkward but inconvenient too, seeing as one was covered in cum and the other was hard and buried to the hilt. He couldn't exactly punish Louis for the way he felt, even though he wanted to. This was why he had been keeping his distance and being a dick whenever he could. He knew Louis would be the one to break.

Suddenly pulling back so he was no longer touching Louis, Harry stumbled back a few inches with his cock bobbing and scoffed. "I'm not going to punish you," he said in a low voice, tugging up his pants. Gotta get out of here. He tucked himself back into his pants, swollen and angry, and grabbed his scrub top off the floor to quickly tug it over his head. "I can't control your fucking feelings, but I meant what I said before. I will not change who I am, or the mindset I have. You knew what you were walking into when you decided to stay in this pairing. I won't fall in love with you, Louis. Know that now."

Heart hammering against his ribcage, Harry forced himself to take a calming breath so he could fix the obvious bulge in his pants. It didn't work, though, so he just left it be and stalked over to the door, but paused with his hand on the doorknob, the deep breathes he took filled with nothing but the heavy stench of sex and sweat. "You have two minutes to get dressed before I open this door," and just like that, any progress they made was gone. God, why did Louis have to be so fucking stupid? Did he not know when to keep his mouth shut?

Stupid Louis! He sighed and rolled off the table to quietly get dressed then grabbed his coffee to walk to the door to wait for Harry to open it. He wasn't going to look his Dom in the eye, too embarrassed. Patting his pocket, he came up with a pack of bubble gum and unwrapped two pieces to chew.

It kind of made Louis' heart shatter to hear Harry say he wasn't going to fall in love with him. So their kid, he could only assume there would be just one, would know their parents hate each other. Nice. He pushed tongue into his gum and blew a bubble, snapping it with his teeth. As soon as Harry opened the door Louis bolted out.

"Delivery for Louis!" The same intern blocked Louis' path to hand him yet another rose andand a vanilla basket. "At least I have my secret admirer to look forward to." Louis mumbled, as he sniffed the flower then took off running when he saw Zayn.

Catching up with the doctor, he threw an arm around him, head going back in laughter, as he'd caught his friend off guard. "I want a fucking cupcake! Let's go get one? The bakery is a block down."

Harry didn't stick around long enough to see Louis get his gift for this hour. He asked nicely, or nice in his own way, if one of the interns he'd pass would gather his things up from the lounge and bring them to his office. It may be because he's their sort of boss, or because Harry just looked like he was going to rip someone's head off, but they agreed immediately and ran off.

Pushing past the boards of people in the hallways, Harry stomped to his room like an angry toddler and set down on his chair, hissing as the material began to chafe against his still very hard, hard on. "Fucking Louis and his stupid heart," Harry grumbled, rethinking the entire plan for tonight. But once again. "It's too fucking late." Ugh.

The two ran off to the bakery to grab treats, Zayn bringing one back for Liam as Louis contemplated getting one for Harry. He grabbed a strawberry cheesecake cupcake for Harry as they returned to the hospital. Louis snuck off to find Harry's office and drop off the cupcake before he got caught.

Quietly, he tried the door, unlocked, which should have been his first clue as he went inside and jumped seeing Harry standing there. "Oh, I um, went to the bakery and grabbed you something." He held out the cupcake with a forced smile as he tried not to look at the large bulge in his Dom's pants.

For fuck's sake. Louis shook his head and set the treat down and stepped toward Harry, "Can I help you with that? You can take me over the desk so you don't have to see me?"

After the intern delivered all of his stuff, Harry grew impatient over nothing. He couldn't sit still, so then he began to pace, but that was too uncomfortable so he opted on just leaning against the glass wall to look out at the city. It was a quiet day, with the lights twinkling in the darkened day as dark grey clouds hung over them. He loved the rain, don't get him wrong, but today it felt like a burden. It was almost sad to see a once beautiful day turn into this.

Glancing up when the door opened, Harry rolled his eyes and ignored Louis in favor of looking back outside just as it started to snow. Large, fat snowflakes dropping and covering the ground in a thing white blanket that looked warm or welcoming. Ha, like him, neither were warm. "You sure you can keep your love comments to yourself?" He asked, still not looking at Louis. He wasn't angry anymore, just disturbed. How could he continue this when he was only falsely leading Louis on?

A nod and Louis perched himself on the edge of the desk to stare out the window, too. He couldn't wait to get home and just burrow under the covers, he was done with today. Crossing legs, he examined his nails then brought hand up to nibble on one.

"Just pretend I'm one of your multiple fucks, a nobody you don't care for." Louis undid the drawstring on his scrubs, pulling them down along with his panties as he turned to bend over the desk.

The offer was tempting, so much more than tempting. But could he do that? Just pretend Louis was a nobody so he could get off? Was he going to really go back to what he said he wouldn't, and use someone for their body? "Pull up your pants. I'm not fucking you." Harry said, eyes straying to rest on the wall above Louis' head, right next to the door.

He wasn't some monster, never has been. But when someone is afraid to jump, they do everything they can do not to fall. He just fucked to stay sedated. Without people being around, he didn't have a reason to have emotions or suppress them. But now he was supposed to answer a call just because it was Louis?

"You're not a nobody, either. You're my sub, whatever the fuck that means. And just because I don't return your feelings doesn't mean we can't still make this relationship work" he didn't know what he was saying, but he meant it. He didn't want to just wipe everything off that they have done because of this small bump. They were stuck in this. It was too late to go back.

Shrugging, Louis fixed his pants to re-tie them so they sat below his bump. Crossing arms, he figured a few more minutes then he'd flee. This was already awkward as hell. The office was freezing, Louis wrapped arms tighter around himself then stood up. "So, I'm going to go then. Enjoy the cupcake."

He went for the door, opening it to see an intern with their arms full of papers and stuff for Harry. Eyeing the man, Louis rolled eyes and ambled past. His eyes lit up when Zayn once again had good timing and was cruising by. "Zayn! Thank god!"

Like a child, Louis took off running and jumped on the darker haired man's back causing Zayn to stumble and crash to the floor bringing Louis with him.

Harry tucked the brown paper bag under his desk, thankful Louis hadn't seen it, and took the additional files the intern handed him that apparently they had missed. Excusing him with a wave of his hand, Harry sat down at his desk just as his phone rang.

Groaning, he grabbed the phone, which was his office one, and held it to his ear. "Dr. Styles, how may I help you?" Voice laced with false enthusiasm, Harry easily slipped into his work facade, putting on a show for whoever was calling.

"Since you ignore your pager, I figured I would call you. Everything is set up for the night. I have the paramedics ready, and all of the staff are aware of what's going on and they are going to help," John said into the phone, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose after he removed the glasses that had created indentations. He had been making calls and working to set this up all day, and even had to call in a few favors. Harry better follow through with his end of the deal, because popularity not, John would get rid of him.

The two got up, laughing as they walked to the nurses' station. Zayn just following Louis because he was bored. "So Lou, come over tonight for pizza and Xbox?" Louis' eyes lit up at the offer, then he remembered he was being punished and brought lips up in a scowl. "Maybe. Gotta ask the Doctor." He gave a huff, the breath causing his fringe to move.

Zayn stifled a laugh. "Damn. Glad I didn't have to go through that," Louis flipped his friend off, going quiet. He could turn and go ask Harry, but he'd already embarrassed himself twice in front of him.

Hanging up the phone, Harry exhaled loudly and glanced down at his crotch, where the extremely bulge once was. When he found the material was flat, aside from the usual bulge, he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. It was three forty five. Fifteen minutes until the next delivery, and a little over an hour until the last delivery, which he still had to buy.

Wandering aimlessly down the hallways, looking at nothing but trying to find something, Harry blew past the grinning people shooting him smiles and thumbs up and just continued on his journey. The stupid intern, whose name he didn't even care to learn, should be buying the flower right about now, then heading up to Harry's office to get the second to last gift. He could have the damn muffin too, because the dom wasn't going to eat it.

Stepping into the gift shop, Harry let his eyes float over the many gift options and such, but paused when they fell on a blank white card. Would it be too cheesy for that to be the last gift? Not caring, Harry bought it and left to return to his office. By the time he reached it, it was three minutes past four, meaning Louis has already got his bracelet. Damn it. He didn't take the fucking muffin.

Even though Louis got to release, he was still feeling needy for his Dom. Turning to go back to Harry's office, he was stopped by Dr. Horan. He didn't need the man's shit right now, as Niall was blabbing on about flu shots. Louis never got them, he was lucky enough to avoid getting the flu, but he imagined he would have to ask Harry about it. "Yeah, go ask Harry, I'm busy."

It was rude to blow off an elder, but Louis wanted to keep going unnoticed until it was quitting time and he'd have to go meet Harry in the parking lot. That plan, so far, was ruined as the intern once again showed up, with another rose and a bracelet. His eyebrows shot up, "How rich is this fucker? Wish he was around."

Louis kept going to Harry's office, about to walk in when hw noticed the door was open. Shit. He had to talk to Harry again, backtrack! Louis turned quickly, wanting to make an escape as fast as he could, but the sole of his shoe decided to squeak loudly, giving himself away. Fuck!

Harry forgot to close his door, but he was more focused on what the write on this card. The end of the pen held between his teeth, and feet crumpling against the paper bag still tucked under his desk though now it was empty, he tapped his fingers on the desk and grumbled under his breath. He couldn't give himself away, but he also had to write something worth while.

Just as he shifted in his seat, stomach and balls aching, he heard the squeak of someone's shoes outside his door that had his eyes shooting up. "Hello? Instead of being a fucking creep, come in," He yelled, not knowing who it was but also not really caring.

Getting ready to break open the bottle of whiskey in his bottom drawer, Harry dropped his pen on his desk when he seen it was Louis who ended up walking in. Fucking hell. Was this man off his trolley? He didn't want to talk to him. "What now?" Wow, rude much?

A deep breath in and Louis marched over to Harry and pressed lips against his. "I needed to do that," He mumbled, feeling his face heating up again. Louis perched himself on the edge of the desk again, back facing Harry as he fiddled with the cup holder and nameplate. "Also, Horan is asking about flu shots, apparently it's time for them again."

Pushing to stand up, he stretched arms high above his head, feeling his bones crack. God, he needed a massage or for Zayn to walk on his back again. "So yeah. And, am i allowed to go to Zayn's after work? We're going to play xbox and shit." Who felt like an eight year old having to ask daddy's permission to go play? He did.

Shoving the card under a stack of papers so Louis wouldn't see it, Harry leaned back in his chair and plopped his feet on his desk, ankles crossed. He wasn't bothered by the kiss or even surprised. He could see the 'kiss me' look in Louis' eyes when he first entered anyway. "Get your flu shot," Harry said, even though he didn't really believe in them. He always got them every year, but didn't believe they did any good.

Tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling rather than the small span of skin that became visible when Louis stretched and his shirt rode up, Harry sighed under his breath. "Is that an honest question? Because no, you're not. You can't just expect me to bend my rules just because you want to get greasy fingerprints on Zack's Xbox controller,"

If Louis was trying to seduce Harry, he was doing a bad job. He walked around the desk then slid onto Harry's lap, picking up one of the surgeon's hands to play with the rings on his fingers. "I'll think about it. I never get it." Then again, this is his first year being pregnant, rubbing at the bump with his free hand.

Louis frowned. He had forgotten about the Xbox being taken away. Oops. "Ok fine." he huffed under his breath.

Shifting under Louis' weight, Harry moved the boy a little so his ass was sitting on his upper thighs and his feet were straight out, hooked underneath Harry's armpits and resting on the arm rests. It wasn't anything weird, just two people sitting on a single chair with ones feet propped on the desk. Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

"And you're pregnant this year." Harry said, moving his head slightly to stare up at Louis, who was hovering over him from the way he was sitting. Fingers flexing against Louis', Harry sighed deeply again and scooted down to get more comfortable, eyes wanting to close so he could take a quick car nap but brain way too wired to shut down. "Be good for the rest of the week then we'll talk about it,"

The way Harry moved him, Louis could feel the bulge and smirked as he squirmed slightly. Harry hadn't gone and fixed it? He was expecting Louis to come back. Humming to himself, he undid the tie on Harry's scrubs to slide a hand in to wrap around him, pumping.

"So you're telling me to get it. Ok," Louis wrinkled up nose at the command then kept playing with the jewelry. He loved Harry's rings.

Hissing as he was suddenly invaded, Harry jumped, unsettling Louis' balanced for a second, and went to swat his hand away, but his damn muscles wouldn't move. "What the--- what are you doing?" he asked, nearly growling as his fingers moved to curl into his thighs.

They were just fighting an hour ago while having sex, and now Louis was trying to bring sex back into the equation. Either he wasn't all up there, or he just really liked fighting. Groaning, and trying to fight against the muscles already clenching deep in his stomach, Harry threw his head back against the chair and stifled a whine. Fuck Louis and his... Fuck.

"Shut up." Louis snapped, blue eyes darkening with lust. He pulled Harry's scrubs down even more to free his cock. Wrapping hand around it again, Louis continued to stroke him as he started to rut into Harry's leg. "I got to get off earlier, you didn't, let me."

When Harry's unmarred neck came into view, Louis gave a soft growl, leaning in to suck on the supple skin and trail kisses down it then pushed aside his lab coat and scrub top to suck on his collarbone, "You're such a prick, but I'll tell you a secret? It turns me the hell on when you're bossy.. shh, don't tell." Louis winked.

Too lost in the pleasure to fight back, Harry gave into Louis and let his body fall lax, eyes screwing shut as he felt the abandoned orgasm start to uncoil in his stomach. He could already tell he was going to climax hard, he had too much knowledge on delaying orgasms not to. This was what he was trying to show Louis that one night. The longer you wait for it, the better it is.

Toes curling inside his shoes, Harry moaned and unconsciously rolled his head to the side to give Louis better access, a hiss escaping his lips when the boys nose brushed over the sensitive scar on his neck. "Never would have guessed. You always seem to hate it," he mumbled lazily, eyes fluttering open so he could look up at Louis.

It was then that the door opened, and when both bodies tensed Harry grabbed a hold of Louis' hand when he went to pull it away from his cock and forced him to lay back across his chest so he could see behind him. From this angle, the person at the door couldn't see anything. It just looked like Louis was innocently laying on his dom. "Yes?" Harry asked, throat constricting around a moan when Louis began to move his hand again. It was just small, little jerks, that being all he could do due to their position. But it still was enough to have Harry nearly moaning in front of... Wait, who was it anyway? Oh shit, it was the intern.

A small giggle started and pretty soon Louis was burying face in the front of Harry's scrubs, fighting back laughter. It was only a matter of time that the two would get caught. He squirmed on Harry's lap, purposely rubbing himself against his Dom's leg when he heard the new person's voice.

"Erm.." The intern shot a look at Harry when Louis wasn't looking, mind working to come up with something. "There's a need for a surgical consult and Dr. Horan is making us get our shots today." He mentally pat himself on the back for the quick thinking.

Louis could hear how rapid Harry's heart was beating as he kissed quietly at his Dom's throat. He was comfortable laying like this, hoping Harry would let him in the future.

Eyes narrowed into slits, Harry flicked a wrist towards the door. "I'll be just a minute, and tell doctor Horan to kiss my arse. I'll get my shot when I want," he growled, clearly not in the mood to discuss this any further. Eyeing Louis for a second, the intern nodded and quickly scurried out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.

With Louis' warm lips pressed against his pulse point, yet another sensitive place, Harry pushed him upright and glared. "You're going to get me in trouble, ass. Giggling like some school girl up to no good," shaking his head, he inhaled sharply when Louis shot back with jerking his wrist and grinning.

"Shh daddy.. while I get you off," Louis purred, the jerking of his wrist picking up speed so the friction caused his hand to heat up. He leaned in to suck at the scar on Harry's neck, then to his lips. "But laying on you was comfortable, Harry. Can I do that again sometime?" Biting down on his lip, Louis let a moan slide out when he got friction from Harry's leg against his crotch..

Groaning at the name, Harry opened his mouth to explain his discomfort with it when Louis suddenly got very courageous and fiesty. Not being able to hold back this moan, he screwed his eyes shut tightly and let out a noise close to a whine, his entire body flooded with the same heat from earlier, though this time it felt like lava was boiling away beneath his skin.

"Just-- no talking. Five seconds, that's all I'm asking," he deflected the question by simply not answering it. You can't get yelled at for giving the wrong response when you don't even address the question, or acknowledge that you heard it. Yeah. Kinda like Louis really isn't pregnant, because you choose not to accept or address it.

His release approaching fast, Harry swallowed thickly and anchored himself down by gripping the sides of his chair tightly. He tried to thrust up into Louis' hand, but all that managed to do was jostle the boy and threaten to tip the chair back with both of them in it.

Louis squealed when the chair almost tipped, digging nails into Harry's arm. Moving down off Harry, he slid his mouth down his cock, keeping hand wrapped around the bottom as his tongue swirled at the pre-cum and hand pumped him. What Louis really wanted to do, they didn't have time for so this was a good enough substitute.

Pushing mouth farther down so he was nose deep in Harry's pubes, Louis bobbed his head, trying to relax his throat as he pulled back up. "Fuck.. Harry, cum damnit."

He didn't listen to the plea, but his body did. Not even two seconds later he was coming, shooting silk ropes of warm semen down Louis' throat. His entire body tensed, the pleasure skittering along his nerves and sizzling in the tips of his toes that were digging into the bottom of his shoe.

"Now that you've successfully mouth raped me in my office, how about we go and get those bloody shots?" Harry teased him when he managed to regain control over his vocal cords that were still vibrating from the last few pulses of his orgasm. He was right, this one was worth the wait.

Louis groaned when Harry came, keeping mouth glued around the surgeon's cock. Waiting a few seconds, he pulled off to lick over his lips then rub at his nose. Smiling up at Harry, he slowly got to his feet, hand going to his back. Shit. He was barely showing and his back was killing him already. "Damn. I feel like an old man," Louis twisted hips to make his back snap and crunch.

"Let's not and say we did?" Louis, instead of walking around the desk, planted his butt and slid across to jump off.

Pulling his pants back up and tying them, Harry uncrossed his aching legs and just barely paid attention to the painful line indenting the back of his heel from the desk. God, he needed to stop doing that. His body wasn't agreeing with aging, nor getting spontaneous blow jobs. "How about you go and get it done, so you can say you did without lying," he said, quickly grabbing the picture Louis nearly knocked off.

He eyed the stack of paper he had shoved the card under then glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was twenty minutes to five. "I need to make a call, so I'll meet you down there and even play nurse," Harry said, easily lying. Ha, hypocrite much? Who's the liar now?

It seemed Harry was hurting too, Louis shouldn't have complained that much. He rolled eyes and gave Harry a mock salute, even if he was going to go hide in the lounge while everyone got stabbed. It's just how Louis is.

Tilting head to the side, he looked at his watch, "What do you mean play nurse? YOU are not stabbing me!" He took off out of the office, trying to jump over an incoming gurney and managing to trip over his own feet. "Meant to do that."

Rolling his eyes at the closed door, Harry grabbed the card and wrote Louis' name on the front of it, forcing his hand to write much neater and different than he usually did. Then it came down the the hard part. Grabbing a gold pen from his desk just to make it pretty, he tapped the end of it against the desk and groaned. What the fuck could he write?

Then the idea popped into mind, and before he even knew what it was he was writing it down, handwriting not at all recognizable. Slipping it into the pocket of his lab coat once he was finished, he grabbed his leather bag and fished for the velvet case from inside of it, quickly tucking it into his pocket for safe keeping as he quietly slipped out of his office. This was the last hour. It had to be perfect.

Giving the intern the card and extra money to buy another gift, Harry promised to return with the money earlier promised, then he left. He had a lot to do in only an hour, and with a simple call to John, he was cleared for the hour. All of his cases would be momentarily transferred to Niall. Sometimes he didn't realize just how many people liked him.

Once downstairs, Louis ducked into the lounge, eyeing the table that was now long cleared of the muffins. Snickering, he eyed the coffee maker, as he was suddenly craving hot chocolate, mint if they had it. And marshmallows. He opened the cupboard above the coffee maker, pushing everything to the side in hopes of finding them. Nothing. "Fuck! I hope we have some at home."

Turning around, he jumped when the intern walked in. "Seriously? Are you following me?!" It was routine by now, Louis waited for the man to approach and hand him the gifts and another rose. "Oh my god, this is pretty." Louis put the rose and note on the counter to examine the glass heart, rolling it in his hands and smoothing a finger over the L and December 2nd, 2017 engraved. He set it beside the rose to pick up the card, lips moving as he read it.

You're as much a mystery to me, as I am to you. With the gifts piling up, always remember on this day I was thinking about you even when I wasn't. You're hard to keep off one's thoughts, and while I have remained in the shadows, you will find out who I am soon enough.

Until then, X

"Damn. When do I get to meet th - hello?" Louis turned to see he was talking to an empty room, the intern having snuck out. "Rude!"

It wasn't too hard to get everything lined up, even if it did take some time. Nearly an hour after leaving the hospital Harry and everyone with him was ready. All they had to do now was call John so he could do his part. "Hey, we're ready. Do it," was all he said into the phone when the older man answered before he hung up and tucked it into his pocket weighed down with the ring. It was a heavy reminder of what he was about to do.

John stood up from his chair and rushed down to the ER to talk to Kayla, the one in charge of the night. Letting her know they were set, he ran off to hide in the shadows as he watched everything begin to unfold. Kayla had one of the residents on the floor page Louis, then once she seen the boy was walking in she subtly gave a thumbs up to John.

"Alright, everyone, listen up! We have a car wreck with multiple fatalities. They've already been tagged, so make sure you look at the color before you approach them! There are three ambulances on their way right now, so I need all hands on deck," everyone else was in on it, so they all began to get ready, acting their parts. Looking pointedly at Louis, she jerked a thumb towards the doors. "Get geared up. We only have a few minutes and you're my main man tonight,"

And he was so close to getting to go home. Groaning, he slipped on a yellow disposable gown and some gloves, taking his sweet time because now he knew it might end up being a long night and he really wanted to get home. The marshmallows were calling him dammit!

It was way too quiet. Louis looked at Kayla then around the ER. Right as he was about to open his mouth, Liam and Zayn appeared by his side. "We'll pitch in too, Kayla." Louis grinned at his friends, missing the wink Liam shot to Kayla as the trio went for the door, Louis being in the front and responsible for pushing it open.

Michael and Luke were in place on the second floor, window wide open and Aspen sitting next to them on a tall stool so she too could reach out the window. Everybody paused when the sirens were heard first, followed by the blue and red lights lighting up the space around them. They watched as the first one pulled in, with the word 'Will' written on the side of it in LED lights.

Nobody knew if Louis saw it as he pushed the doors open to assist the EMT who had yet to open the doors, but everybody else seen it. Then the second one was pulling in, and the word 'You' was written in it, though these lights were green.

The siren, even though Louis was expecting it, made him jump. He gave a laugh and looked at the ambulance, eyes focused on the back doors, but more flashing lights caught his eye as he read the word, then another on the side of the second, "Will you..? Will I what?" Louis turned to look at his friends, not expecting a third one to pull in. "Oh, what's this ...wait.. " His mouth dropped open, "But.. will you marry? What?"

The back doors of the third opened and suddenly he felt something falling on him. Did it start raining? He held a hand out, petals piling on them. "What the.. " Louis went to tip his head back when he noticed someone in the back door of the ambulance. "Harry? Me? What's that mean?"

Harry's heart was trying to beat it's way out of his chest, bruising his ribs with a fast paced rhythm. When he heard all the sirens turned off, he knew that was his cue and opened the back door. He had been sitting in the back of the ambulance, a white poster board on his lap that had the word 'me' scrawled across it. Placing the rose between his lips, he stepped out of the ambulance and gave Michael and Luke enough time before he closed the door and stepped forward, lining himself up with the ambulances.

Dressed in a teal suit, and his hair let loose to fall in waves around his shoulders, Harry smiled small and took the rose from his mouth. "Read the signs, you fool,"

Louis looked at the signs, reading them aloud then got to the one in Harry's hand, "Ok, will you marry me... wait.. wait.." Both hands flew to his face, as he stepped closer to Harry, "Are.. you're.. " He gave a gasp and pressed a hand to his mouth, waiting a few seconds. "Yes..."

He blinked when a whole bunch of petals came flying down and looked up then back at Harry, stepping closer to get out of the path. "Harry, you were my secret admirer? This is awesome."

Nose wrinkling at the secret admirer comment, Harry threw the sign off to the side and dropped to his knee on the asphalt stained with oil and gasoline. So much for his Gucci suit not getting ruined. Retrieving the ring from his pocket, and acting like he hadn't already heard Louis accept his proposal, he opened the ring box and held it up to him. "Louis William Tomlinson, will you Marry me?" Like he has a choice.

"I know I am an ass, and that this relationship will take a lot of work, but I promise I will be dedicated to you for as long as I shall live. If you accept me as your fiance, Dom, and future husband, I promise you I will never let you or our child down," eyes flicking to the bump noticeable to few, Harry inhaled sharply and offered the ring and rose to Louis. Despite this big show, asking him to marry him was a big waste of time. He had to marry him anyway. It was the law. Fuck. Way to take the romance out of everything. "Told you you'd find out who I was soon enough,"

By now the tears were silently running down his face, shiny in the bright lights and making his eyes twinkle. He sucked in a breath and got down to Harry's level, "Yes, I will."

Harry's confession made something warm flare up in his belly as he pounced on Harry's lap, wrapping arms around his neck to kiss him hard. It took him a minute to realize Harry actually acknowledged their child, "Thank you. I'll try not to make running away a habit and attempt to stay on your good side." Louis leaned in to kiss him again, a hand sliding down to grope Harry's ass through the fitted suit pants. He was in heaven.

Harry kissed back, missing as everyone around them erupted in applause and whistles. He wasn't made for Louis or for marriage, but he was willing to make it work. Michael was right. The fetus had no choice in being born, or whose it's parents were. It was up to these two to give it the life, the family, it deserved.

Finally pulling back when he grew breathless, an award winning smile in place that was easily faked but looked genuine, Harry moved the box and rose to rest between their bodies, trying to get Louis to look at it since before he just completely blew past it and nearly knocked the two over by jumping on the doms lap. "This was a bitch to pick out," Harry said with a breathless laugh, nose growing chilly. It had been snowing all day today, but where they were, beneath the roof for the ambulances to pull under, they were untouched.

Leaning forward to rest his forehead against Harry's, he could feel his face heating up. He was flustered from being in the limelight and getting a proposal. Taking in a deep breath, Louis chose to focus on his fiance - shit, he had a fiance, who would turn into a husband and together they would be dads.

Almost falling off Harry's lap, Louis was light headed. He brought a hand down to the box, running a finger over the piece of jewelry, "Haz, it's gorgeous. You have good taste." Leaning up to kiss him again, Louis moved a hand up to run through Harry's soft curls.

Harry took the ring from the box and slipped it on Louis' fourth finger on his left hand, proud to find it was a perfect fit. "Always have," he mumbled, bad memories prodding at his mind but he pushed them back and refused to let himself think about him. Right now was about Louis, and as if everyone agreed, the boy was pulled from his lap and thrown into a large circle of nurses and friends.

Harry smiled softly to himself and stood up, brushing off his pants once he was straightened. He stayed in the back, hidden in the shadows the ambulance casted, and just watched as everyone gaped at the ring and congratulated Louis. But somehow his eyes found the boy and his smile grew, eyes lighting up. This wasn't so bad. He definitely could have done worse.

And with one last glance at Louis, the subs eyes crinkled in the corners as he laughed and grinned about something, his thoughts were confirmed. So much worse.