As promised when the sun filtered through the gauzy yellow curtains and hit Louis' face, he stirred and slowly opened his eyes. His head wasn't hurting, he could see straight and there was no need to race to the bathroom to vomit. Years of drinking gave him enough practice to figure out how to avoid a hangover. He groaned when he got up from his bed and a sharp pain emitted from his lower region. Rubbing at his ass, he gave a questioning look of why it would hurt. Did he fall? Someone slap him too hard? Or...no wait. The face of none other than smug Harry Styles flashed in his mind and he suddenly remembers being in a car with him last night. He had sex with that arrogant son of a bitch. Louis screamed when the realization hit him and he kicked hard at his bed, smashing toe against the metal leg of it and cursing when his toenail cracked and started bleeding. Hobbling to the bathroom, he slammed the door shut behind him and headed into the shower to scrub away Dr. Styles' touches and anything else.

The next morning woke Harry up with a slight ache in-between his eyes, but it wasn't from the alcohol he consumed last night but rather the person he had fucked. All night he had tossed and turned, dreading the moment the alarm clock on his nightstand table rang and signaled a new day. He didn't know how to face Louis or what to even say. He couldn't stomach the thought of him, yet he had fucked him? His mind was a jumbled mess as he climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

He needed a shower and a cup of coffee before he made any irrational decisions, but after already pulling down his pajama pants to take a piss, he realized the shower was running and there was obviously two very loud moaning men in it. "Michael! There's two other fucking quest bathrooms in the house. What have I told you about using mine?" Harry shouted, pulling his pants up after he had finished his business. He stalked across the bathroom and turned on the hot water, knowing the plumbing in his house was fucked up so whenever someone used the sink in here, the shower water went cold.

He left the bathroom with a grin, both men shrieking like little girls in the glass shower. He opted on walking into the kitchen to start the coffee, the strong brew filling the house with it's delicious roasted sent not even two minutes later. He sacrificed his spacious bathroom and instead took a shower in the smaller guest bathroom, the worries from last night washing down the drain with all his filth.

As it was supposed to be Louis' day off, he opted to stay in his jammies, or so he hoped. He had just settled on the couch with a bowl of Lucky Charms, a cup of coffee and the television remote as he flipped through Netflix to figure out what to watch, his phone rang. Usually he didn't answer calls on his days off, those were his day, but he found himself grabbing his Galaxy and sliding finger across the green arrow to accept the call. He immediately regretted it as he was asked to cover a shift for Daisy, an A&E nurse who was heavily pregnant and had gone into labor unexpectedly. Cursing, Louis told them he'd be there as soon as possible and got up. Thankful he'd already taken a shower, it didn't' take long for him to change from his jammies to his sky blue scrubs and head for work.

Parking the Honda, Louis chanced a look around to see if he spotted Harry's vehicle. Coast clear! He finished his smoke and tossed it out the window then went for the side door, blowing the smoke out as he grabbed for the door knob. Entering the sterile building, he all but ran for the nurses' station to check in and receive his assignment. He hoped to be put in the E.R. less chance of seeing Harry and the scene in there was completely different , faster paced and the time went by so fast that Louis felt like he'd just gotten there. It was also where he usually found the best stories to tell his family when he returned home for holidays and just because he wanted to.

Harry nursed his cup of coffee on his way to work, the thumping he felt in his brain only having intensified after he fought with both Michael and Luke to get ready, or they wouldn't have a ride to work. The silent car should signify how true Harry was to his word. He had left at exactly seven a.m,which had given them an hour to get dressed and eat. But both were babies and had hangovers, so they were slower than usual.

Parking his car in his usual space, Harry set his empty glass mug in the cupholder and locked his doors as he walked away, using the little black thing. After surveying the parking lot with quick eyes, Harry ventured off his path and headed for the coffee stand when he knew he was alone. He ordered a large black coffee and a chocolate muffin, since he skipped breakfast, then he walked into the hospital, feet practically dragging behind him. He did not want to come to work today.

He had toyed with the idea of calling in, but that broke his usual streak. He'd go to work all year long, then use all of his pto (paid time off) around Christmas so he could fly home with his family. One day away from Louis meant one less day with his family, and if he would have called in, he would have only been delaying the inevitable. He worked with the man, for Christ sakes.

Someone was smiling down on Louis as he got his wish and was sent to the A&E for work. Happily wandering around seeing mostly little kids with fractures and older men needing stitches because they're not as young as they used to be and can't do things they used to able to, but no matter how many times you remind them, they insist they're fine. Stubborn. Louis plastered a fake smile on his face in those cases.His face hurt by the time lunch rolled around. Louis all but ran for the stairs eager to head up to his locker and grab his money for food.

"Zayn, did you see that - " Louis had looked up from his phone when spying his friend standing near the locker room. He cut himself off though when Harry was seen in the distance. Heart hammering at a hummingbird's pace against his chest, he gulped loudly and disappeared into the locker room.Quickly grabbing his money from his locker, he crept to the door and pulled it open to see if Harry was anywhere near. "Zee, is Harry out there?" Louis hissed at his friend who was still obliviously standing there with a coffee in one hand and cell in the other, probably texting Liam by the stupid look on his face. "ZAYN I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QU - oh fuck, he heard me." Louis shut the locker room door, startling Zayn from his phone and looking up questioningly.

After visiting with Aspen, and giving her his muffin, Harry took care of a few mild patients by the time lunch rolled around. He only had a fifteen minute window to eat before his surgery in Tom Addle, so he wandered over to the nurses station and leaned against the counter. "Do you have any apples?" Harry asked a nurse he didn't recognize behind the counter, who practically swooned when she looked up at Harry. Fumbling for something under the desk, she pulled out a brown paper bag, which he was assuming was her lunch, and handed Harry the red apple out of it. "Thanks," he winked at her, then turned around only to be stopped by Dr. Horan, another surgeon.

"Dr. Styles! Pleasure to see you here. I actually needed to talk to you about something," the naturally brown haired Irish kid said, quickly launching into his schedule for the evening and asking Harry if he was interested in getting his hands a little dirty on a case where one of his patients swallowed fifteen razor blades. Harry had went to ask him why she wasn't in surgery immediately, but someone yelling at the other end of the hallway caught his attention. "Oh, for the love of-- Fuck,"

He only had the chance to see the top of Louis' head before the man disappeared behind the door, but that didn't mean Harry didn't see the flash of red tinting his cheeks. "Niall, just write me in for the surgery and I'll be there," he told the blonde kid before excusing himself. "Malik!"

Louis had waited a few seconds before opening the door again to bear witness to Harry begging an apple off the nurse at the station. Holly was her name and Louis didn't mind the woman, but she was so vapid and dead-eyed that Louis wondered if the hospital hired her as a plant or actual nurse as the woman did a suitable job as the former than the latter. "Zayne! Get your ass in he - oh fuck he saw you now...GO AWAY!" He pulled the door open and took off running for the elevator, wanting nothing more than to get down to the cafeteria for his lunch then return to work.

"Nurse Tomlinson, is there a problem?" Louis stiffened up when he heard Dr. Horan behind him. He gave a soft curse under his breath and turned to face the fake blonde surgeon with a big smile on his face, "Of course there's no problem, Dr. Horan, sir." He said the last word louder than the rest, looking at Harry out the corner of his eye. "Gotta go! Lunch time and then back to the A&E..." Why the hell was he telling Horan this? HE didn't report to him!

And of course Liam chose that moment to wander up from the bowels of the hospital looking for Zayn. He looked like a hopeless puppy as he shuffled toward his boyfriend, or whatever the two were called, fuck buddies? His face lit up when he saw Louis was standing there too, "LOU! You never did tell us where you disappeared to for the longest time at the club last night. Did you finally get some?" Of course Liam wasn't aware of his surroundings or the fact that two surgeons were standing right there. Stupid Liam.

"Lee? Shut up. Please." Louis had a hand over his face. Dr. Horan was one of those strict doctors that didn't tolerate trash talk in his presence and was quick to report them to Hackles. He was a brown noser. "Seriously, shut...UP!" They were fucked now.

Harry grinned when Louis got stopped by Niall, but stiffened when the fucking mut came into the picture. "It's okay, Niall! Louis is a prude anyway, he didn't get any," Zayn said, flinching back when the Irish mans face contorted into one of anger. That emotion did not sit well on him. "Harry, smile at him. Make the bad doctor swoon and leave us alone," Zayn looked up at Harry with pleading eyes. "Blow yer magical breath on him and make him forget us,"

Was Louis and all of his friends complete idiots, or just the ones Harry's had the misfortune of meeting/knowing. "On one condition. You keep Tomlinson away from me all day," Harry was the master negotiator. He could get what he wanted, when he wanted, and half the time he really didn't have to do anything but bat his eyelids and make the people bow down at his feet. When Zayn began to nod vigorously after he seen Niall stalking towards them with Liam and Louis in tow behind him with bowed heads, Harry turned to face the man with a wide grin that had even the straightest man on the floor growing weak in the knees.

"Niall, why don't we leave the three idiot musketeers to their gossiping, and you can come scrub in on my surgery? I'm removing a mass from a liver," Harry said, and at the mention of an opportunity to work with him, Niall's face brightened and he nodded, completely forgetting what he had been upset about. "Don't forget your end of the deal, Malik!" he yelled over his shoulder as he began to walk away, apple crunching as he took a bite from it.

Snickering at Zayn's comments to Harry to hocus pocus Niall into a better mood, he was surprised it actually worked. Leaning back to whisper in Zayn's ear, he muttered, "Damn. Did Harry just do a stick-otomy?" Both men snickered. They could be so immature at times, but Louis wasn't in a hurry to grow up, which was apparent to his habit of falling into a younger age space. He sharply turned his head to look at Harry and rolled eyes. "Cock sucker.." Louis coughed then stepped back to grab Liam before he could turn and duck tail, "Don't think so. You're staying here, too."

Three idiots? Louis laughed out loud and slapped at his knee, "Oh my god Styles that was like OH SO HILARIOUS!" He looked at his two friends and held out his arms, "Shall we musketeers go and gossip some more? Maybe see if there's anything more about Styles? Bet there is." Oh he was taking a risk just saying that, but Louis wasn't thinking straight. Glancing over his shoulder at Harry walking away he muttered under his breath again. "I hate that guy."

The walk to the cafeteria took them past Harry and Louis couldn't' help it. He reached a hand out and smacked the apple from Harry's hand as he was about to bite into it, gave the older doctor a smug look and a blown kiss then ran into the elevator and had the floor pushed before Harry could react and come after them.

The apple flew from his fingers and smashed on the ground, then got even more ruined when Louis and his shit head friends trambled over it on their run through. It was okay, though. Harry wasn't hungry, and he had a shit load of ammunition to get Louis back with. "Don't forget your binky, Tomlinson!" He yelled just as the elevator doors were closing, grinning, before he turned to Niall.

"Will you make sure they're all prepped and ready in there? I need to swing by my office to do something," Harry asked Niall. The other man agreed and went on his way, a certain skip to his step that had Harry's stomach churning. He was far too happy. Quickly walking to his office, Harry plugged his phone into his computer and downloaded the selected file he wanted, then he sent it to the printer and turned the copy number up to 300 pages. By the time he was done with the surgery, they'd be ready to post everywhere.

"Shouldn't have fucked with me, Louis, or fucked me," he said to the empty office, a twisted grin pulling back his lips to show off his pearly white teeth. Harry could be childish, too, and even a little petty. He may be stopping down a few levels by doing this, but it was going to be so worth it.

The trio had already been behind the elevator doors and going down when Harry yelled the comment about the binky. All going their own ways when the elevator doors opened, Louis ran for the cafeteria to grab something to go then head back up to the nurses' station to eat his lunch. "Lou, can you go put this in Dr. Styles' office for me to find after he's done with his surgery?" Olivia popped up out of nowhere causing Louis to almost choke on the wrapped sandwich he'd purchased. So much for lunch if he was running errands, "Yes mastah!" He mock saluted Olivia then walked down the hallway to the surgeon's office hoping to GOD the man wasn't there. Raising a hand to knock, he waited a few seconds then walked in, the office thankfully empty.

"Here ya go, jerk." The whir of the printer caught his attention. Louis was a natural snoop so he went over to investigate the files that had printed out already. His eyes bulged when he saw it was a photocopy of his daily planner. Cancelling the job Harry had started, he picked up the papers that were laying in the printer tray and folded them over to fit in his pocket then followed suit with the book. "I see what you're trying to do, but it won't work." He gave a snicker and using the top sheet of paper, grabbed the fattest marker he could find and wrote on it:

NICE TRY, STYLES! NEXT TIME MAKE SURE YOU'RE THERE TO SEE THE JOB GET DONE! LOUIS 1 HARRY 0! LOSER!

An idea popped in his head and Louis raced from the office, closing the door after he was done to make in inconspicuous as he ran up to the nursery. He knew where they kept the soiled diapers so he grabbed one off the top, making sure it was nice and full before carrying it back downstairs to Harry's office. Cackling, he opened it and placed it on the chair, making sure to push it under the desk then for the last time, left the office and went about washing his hands. He still had time to finish his sandwich and chocolate milk before his lunch was over with.

Harry and Niall were scrubbed in and had the surgery done within two hours. They were just closing up when there was a knock on the glass window above them, where people could sit to view the surgery. "Harry, we need to talk," a raspy voice said through the speaker, displeasing eyes staring down at Harry. Grumbling, the surgeon held a bloody finger up to John Hackles, then gave instructions to a nurse to have the tumor sent down to Gabby for testing.

Quickly undressing from the bloody clothes and gloves, Harry kept his surgical cap on as he walked out of the room and found John standing in the hallway next to the door. "My office or yours?" the older man asked, and Harry quickly answered with his.

The first thing that he realized when he walked into the room was the stink of shit, followed by the missing paper from his printer. He cursed under his breath, but didn't make a scene because of the company he had. "Sit wherever you'd like," he told the president if the hospital, not at all surprised when he pulled out Harry's rolling chair and plopped down in it, followed by his hands folding on top of the desk. "Elliot Johnson, the biggest donor to this hospital, just got a pet scan last week and he has tumors in his left cheek. He has asked for you to perform the surgery, and even asked by name," John said, an uncomfortable look crossing his face as he shifted in the seat.

"I would be--" Harry began to say, but was cut off by a raised finger. "Hold on. The thing is, he will need a follow up surgery two weeks later. He doesn't want to walk around with a gaping hole in his face, so he needs a skin graft. It is up to you to choose if you take it from his arms, legs, or stomach, but you can not screw up. I can't stress that enough, Harry. He is.." harry rolled his eyes. "The biggest donor to this hospital. Yes, I know John, have a little faith,"

The two discussed a few more things, then John left and Harry was left doubled over, laughing his ass off when he seen the diaper still stuck to the old mans ass. He wasn't laughing so much when he seen it smeared across his seat. "Who the fuck?" Harry asked, anger uncoiling in his stomach when he seen the little note Louis left for him that had ended up under his desk. He wanted to play dirty? Fine.

Staying standing, Harry plugged his phone into his computer and once again selected a file, though this one was more personal and would ruin Louis, and he printed off three hundred copies of it, this time waiting for it to finish before he walked out of his office with the stack of papers in his arms. He looked for Louis all over the hospital, and while he was looking he made sure to slip a few copies of the picture under each office door, in the locker rooms, in the nurses station, in the staff bathrooms, and when he found Louis he only had one copy left.

"Louis, one. Harry, three," he said to the young man, smirking as he slid the picture across the table. In it was Louis curled up on the clinic bed, thumb shoved in his mouth, blanket held tightly against his chest, red lollipop saliva staining his cheeks and hands, and bright eyes that were watching the kid movie on the tv. Oh, he could really play dirty.

It was quiet, too quiet. Louis got up to look down the hallway twice and almost gave up until he heard the sound of the office door opening and someone coming. He hopped back into his seat to try to look busy, only to see John Hackle walk by with the shit covered diaper glued to his butt. Oh...crap. Gathering his stuff up, he threw the things away that needed to be in the trash then ran for the A&E where he was told he'd be charting the rest of the afternoon. That was okay, he could stay in one place and hide if needed.

Louis talked animatedly to everyone who walked by until someone came running into the A&E with a piece of paper, laughing so hard at whatever was on it that tears were running down his cheeks. "Wha? Lemme see..?" He held a hand out to the nurse, but the nurse, realizing that he was standing in front of the person in the picture, started laughing even more and ran off to a buddy in the corner. Immediately the two started whispering, the picture being shown and both of them staring right at Louis. The hell was going on?

"Louis! Louis!" Zayn had been using the locker room to take a quick shower when Harry had thrown the papers in under the door. He gathered them all up and ran to find his freind, skidding to a stop when he saw an identical paper in someone else's hand and fingers being pointed at Louis. "Lou..? You okay?" Louis blinked at the couple then at Zayn running in like a maniac, "Why wouldn't I be fine?" He grabbed the paper from Zayn, mouth dropping when he saw it. "No..he woul-wouldn't..."

A quiet sob escaped Louis and he ran behind the desk to conceal himself. His face grew hotter by the second and he felt tears running down his face and salt drops ending up in his mouth. "No, please.." When the culprit appeared, Louis wiped at his face. Harry was too smug about this. "You fucking asshole.." Louis didn't care where he was at the moment. He brought a hand back and slapped the surgeon hard across the face then spit on his shoes, stomping past him to run out of the A&E and the hospital. He'd take the rap for it later.

The stinging in his cheek was well worth it when Harry looked around at all the people laughing at the picture. Louis liked playing dirty, so he was going to too. It wasn't like anyone would judge him, either. We'll, maybe everyone except for Zayn, who was glaring at Harry. Rolling his eyes, he smiled at the man then walked up to John's office, still not over yet with his vengeance. When he did something, he went all out. Especially when the other men couldn't touch him. Not yet, anyway.

"Louis was the one who put the diaper in my chair. Told you he was childish," Harry said, poking his head through the open office door but not waiting around long enough to get a response. John was a very, very angry man. He was going to rip everyone a new asshole, and probably even fire Louis. Good. Harry was done with him, anyway. He didn't want to stare at the man any longer. The memories from last night was bad enough, anyway.

Not trusting the man, because really, who did? The naive ones. Zayn followed Harry up to the president's office and smirked when the man literally threw Louis under the bus. When Harry left the office,he purposely put his foot out to trip the older, "Oops My clumsy ol' feet! So sorry!" Then walked into the office Harry had just vacated, "He can't really call Louis the only childish one, look what your star surgeon printed out and is probably handing out all over the hospital." He threw the picture of Louis on the desk, John's eyes widened as he picked it up to look at. He really needed to have a talk with both of them.

Louis, meanwhile was sitting outside the hospital in his vehicle. He'd been chain smoking ever since getting outed by Harry. Sighing, he wiped at his still moist eyes and gave a sniffle, wrapping his scrub coat tighter around him and bringing the cigarette to his mouth. Hearing footsteps approach, he scoffed thinking it was someone getting off work and had more than likely spotted Louis and was going to give him sht for the picture, Louis stiffned his back, ready to come back with a barb when he felt the hand on his shoulder and Liam's voice, "Lou, you okay? We got the pictures down in the morgue too. Who had this pic? And why do they have a pic of you with your thumb in your mouth?" Not really wanting to answer the question, he let head hang forward and started sobbing again.

"Lee! What did you do to him? Stop it, you're making it worse!" Zayn's voice came. "I was only trying to console him! Jesus!" Liam's voice next as Zayn was probably giving him the evil eye. "Just go before you make it worse, you suck at consoling people!" Zayn hissed. When footsteps retreated and another set came toward him Louis relaxed knowing the second pair was Zayn. "Let's get you home and in your jammies and in bed. This day has been fuck all for ya."

"But, you can't leave, your shift is not over?" Louis protested when Zayn made him stand up and the two walked towards Louis' car. Glancing at his watch, Zayn smirked right as an alarm went off, "Five thirty, I'm officially off duty until Tuesday. Praise the lord!"

Harry hadn't fell when Zayn tripped him. He managed to catch himself, but injured his hand by doing so. Sharp pains shot throughout his palm and ceased in the tips of his fingers, and everytime he clenched his hand into a fist his wrist scream in pain. He had no doubt he had sprained it, due to the way he had tripped and fell into the wall. Shaking off the pain and trying to forget it, Harry stopped by the nurses station and asked them to bring him in a new chair before he went to his office and closed the door behind him.

It still stunk like feces, so he opened the largest window and let the cool breeze sweep in the office and bring with it the fresh scent of the flowers and water. He rolled the chair out of his office and swapped it for the new one, then set down in it and spun to watch the water. He didn't regret what he did to Louis, even if he would have a prominent hand shaped bruise on his chek tomorrow. Louis believed he was above everyone else and didn't have to answer or listen to Harry because he wasn't his boss, but he was still his superior. Half of the time Harry was even civil when asking Louis to do something, but the boy would refuse and start some stupid fight, so Harry was done. He hoped Louis had fun last night and today, because the nurse was dead to Harry.