Note:

I'm so sorry for the super late update, it's been what, like a year but a great reader has asked me nicely to update so I succumbed and now you have a chapter. Yay.

Thank you so much!

Special shoutout to @maybealarryshipper

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Everyone was shouting, someone was screaming on top of their lungs to call a damn ambulance already but the only thing Harry registers are the hands carefully assessing the nasty cut on his head that's making him light headed.

Harry can faintly see the dark liquid, can actually feel it dripping down onto his face.

Although feeling like he's going to pass out any moment, Harry still tried to stand up into his feet. Ignoring the pleads from his coach to stay where he is so that he can get medical attention because he has a three fucking inch of a cut on his head that's making him bleed out to death.

But Harry was just not giving up.

"My God Danny, it seems Style's is still ready to fight." Harry heard from the speaker where the commentators where conversing with each other and how the fight was unfolding.

"Is he though? He looks like he came out from a very gory horror movie." Was the reply from the second commentator.

Harry can only imagine how he looked but he was determined, he will not be tapping this one out. Gerry, his personal trainer will surely skin him alive if he ever gets out of this match alive. He'll probably fetch Harry from the afterlife only to beat him up again.

"But look at the determination on that kids face." the commentator said gesturing to the look on Harry's bloody face.

"Well if it's any consolation, his opponent Wesley isn't doing any better. He's limping quite terribly."

Harry was well aware of the injury he had caused to Wesley after a heel hook that he pulled off in the middle of the fight which devastated Wesley's knee but still refused to tap out.

"You just don't know how to quit don't you?" Wesley growled at Harry, feeling agitated because he was so sure that he could have knocked Harry off with his spinning wheel kick, Harry got a bloody head from it already but he was still able to stand into his feet.

"Can't get rid of me that easy." Harry smirked, his mouth bloody.

Harry knew he needed to win this match, no matter how badly he wanted to just close his eyes and pass out, he knew he couldn't.

He stayed on his spot, waiting for Wesley to make the first move because he needed to save as much energy as he had left to finish this fight.

He will not lose this fight.

Wesley might think that he might already have the advantage because of Harry's current condition so he immediately tried to tackle him which was the move Harry was expecting. Before Wesley's body can fully get to Harry, he had immediately side stepped to his right which gave him enough time to do his final move by unleashing a looping punch on an unsuspecting Wesley and tackling his body down to the floor, taking a hold of Wesley's arm and legs and gripping them quite painfully with his arms and his thighs. He just got Wesley into the ever famous twister move.

Wesley shouted in pain and simply couldn't handle being wrenched and contorted by Harry, he was about to tap out and surrender but Harry had took hold of his arms, not yet ready for Wesley to leave this fight. Wesley knew what Harry was doing and was almost crying in pain.

Breathing heavily, Harry had inched his face closer to Wesley so he can whisper something into his ear that no one could possible hear.

"You just got your ass handed to you by a faggot." Harry angrily whispered, not quite forgetting what Wesley had taunted him in the beginning of the fight that got Harry's blood boiling.

Wesley had snickered to Harry that he was nothing more than a faggot fighter who used to suck the higher ups cock to reach the top and who couldn't possibly defeat the Great Wesley Rogers, UFC Hall of Famer and undefeated in the Industry. If there was anything that can get Harry royally pissed is a fucking homophobic opponent and someone who undermines his abilities.

Wesley just cried harder and apologised profusely, Harry took enough pity after looking at his face and let him tap his hand out immediately. Harry let him go when the announcer had shouted him as the winner for today's match, the crowd cheering nonstop for Harry's victory and Wesley sobbing miserably on the floor, his leg broken and his ego crushed.

Harry didn't even bother standing up when the announcer went into the middle of the ring to hail his hand out in victory, he just closed his eyes and let Gerry and his crew fuss around him, shouting left to right and demanding that he be sent to the hospital immediately.

He was lifted into a stretcher and rushed out of the arena, the cheers of the crowd still echoing into his ears.

He was loaded to an ambulance that was already waiting outside, Gerry got into the vehicle next to him, nagging Harry non stop about being an idiot and knowing his limits. Harry just closed his eyes and tried blocking him off while the other guy in the ambulance tried to clean his wounds.

Harry must have dozed off for a few minutes because next thing he knew he was being unloaded from the stretcher and into a waiting bed where he can see nurses bustling around him, excited to touch the famous Harry Styles even though Harry had been into the hospital hundred of times to treat his injuries.

"Get away, get away, let me handle him." He heard someone say after ushering the overly excited nurse from treating Harry.

Harry breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw his friend Nick kick the nurses out.

"Hey Nick." Harry greeted him with a small smile.

It seems smiling wasn't a good thing because Nick just made a face when he got a proper look on Harry.

"Bloody hell Styles, you look like shit." Nick said before going over taking warm wet towel and wiping the blood off.

"Thanks, I feel like one too." Harry chuckled lightly, wincing when Nick started checking the cut on his head.

They hurt like hell.

"Let's get you stitched you sadistic fuck." Nick muttered.

"I'm sleepy." Harry blinked, he was dying to just sleep and wake up in three days maybe.

"Best not to sleep Harry, you might have a concussion." Nick ordered, still rummaging around to find the proper equipment.

"I'm fine."

"Your cut is nasty, I might need a doctor to check it out first for internal bleeding." Nick sighed before going over to the door and pulling a nurse walking by.

"Hey Meg, can you page the new resident doctor, I might need some help with Harry." Nick ordered to a wide eyed Meg.

"Sure thing Nick." Meg nodded and ran off immediately.

Nick knew that Harry was proper famous in the hospital, all the nurses are wrapped under his finger and he could get anything he wanted by just giving those nurses or few doctor a smile and once upon a time Nick was one of them but he and Harry got closer so the charm has worn off.

"Now let's get you changed into your hospital shrubs." Nick said while helping Harry sit up a little so he can remove his shorts, Harry was already half naked after finishing a fight so he wasn't really wearing much.

"You just want to see me naked." Harry mumbled before letting Nick do all the work because he was just so exhausted.

"I've lost interest in trying to sleep with you dear Harold." Nick stated flatly.

"You wouldn't pass the chance." Harry said before sighing in content after being free of that damn constricting material.

"I got my eye on the new resident doctor. He's damn cute Harold, I'm trying to get into his pants but he's super feisty and professional and so hard to get." Nick said sounding much too enthusiastic than necessary.

"He sounds nice, what's his name?" Harry asked, not really caring but letting Nick talk to distract himself.

"His name is-" Nick was immediately cut off by someone talking while still outside of the door.

They both look up to see who it was.

"You called for me Nick, I was kind of bu-"

Harry felt like his mind was making things up and the crack on his head might have caused an involuntary illusion.

Because standing not that far away from him is Louis, his Louis who was also frozen on his spot while staring at Harry.

"Oh, you're here Louis. Glad you can grace us with your presence but my friend here has a nasty cut on his head and might need your expertise." Nick explained, excited to see the doctor after he had been openly ignoring him outside of work.

Louis blinked a few times before he actually got a good grip of himself and he was walking closer to where Harry was sitting who was still staring at Louis wide eyed, scared to touch if it was real because might vanish from thin air.

"Right, okay. Let me see first." Louis said as he put his glasses on and inspected the wound.

Harry couldn't utter nor breath because Louis was touching his head, he was real.

"Earth to Harry? Has the concussion got into you?" Nick asked worryingly after Harry had froze.

"Louis." Was the only thing Harry can say.

"Yes Harold, this is Doctor Louis Tomlinson, Louis, this is Harry Styles, he's the famous MMA fighter." Nick introduced them both.

"Hello Mr. Styles." Louis nodded at him coldly.

Harry's heart broke a little at Louis calling him Mr. Styles and not Harry.

"Louis." Harry wanted to cry right now.

"Oh dear, I think Harry hit his head pretty Hard." Nick commented after examining the stricken look on his friend.

"Hi, Mr. Styles, I need you to look straight into my eyes." Louis ordered calmly while Harry felt like his heart was about to burst.

Looking at Louis' eyes and getting to properly stare at the littlest changes around his face made Harry want to cry, reach out to Louis and hug him.

"He looks okay, a bit glassy eyed so maybe he does have a bit of a concussion. I need you to get him some water and let me do the stitch for his wounds." Louis told Nick after checking both Harry's eyes who were really glassy because Harry couldn't stop the unshed tears on his eyes.

"Alright, I'll be back soon." Nick nodded and gave Harry a small smile before leaving Harry and Louis alone in the room.

"Lou-" Harry had a lengthy explanation and questions in mind for Louis but he wasn't able to finish saying his name because Louis had given him a cold, spine chilling look, his lips set into a thin line as if he was holding himself back from saying something unprofessional to Harry.

"I think it's best if you don't speak for now Harry, I will be administering your stitches so kindly keep still and don't make any sudden movement." He stated before busying himself with stitching up the wound on Harry.

Harry merely agreed and tried so hard not to lift his gaze and look over Louis because he missed that face, Louis had looked so much older, more mature even if it was almost 7 years since he'd last seen him.

He still looked beautiful though.

"There, all done, I'm going to let Nick clean you up and he will be checking up on you once in a while for the concussion but you can rest if you want to." Louis explained to him, his tone clipped, sounding too professional on Harry's own ears.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispered faintly, wanting to spill everything that he was feeling right at this moment, his heart aching for Louis to look at him and smile at him. For Louis to talk to him, punch him, hurt him, anything that would erase the cold look that he had been giving Harry since he saw him.

"Goodbye Mr. Styles, have a good rest." Was Louis only reply to him before turning around and walking out of the door.

Louis left without another glance and Harry was left alone on his room. He might have won that match and another title but it felt like he had lost something much more valuable.

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Harry felt restless while he constantly stared at the door, hoping for Louis to return and look at him, really look at him without that cold deadly look as if Harry meant nothing to him.

Harry knew he fucked up real bad but he hoped Louis had forgiven him, after all this years that passed, surely Louis had moved on.

But who was Harry kidding, he was the only one to be blamed of them falling apart.

Harry was proper miserable though and he knew he has never been properly Harry in all of the years that have passed but seeing Louis again, no matter how painful it was a like a breath of fresh air.

He was so fucking happy that Louis got to pursue what he dreamed long ago, to be a doctor. He was afraid that after what he had done to him that Louis might pick a profession that he wouldn't like and be stuck with it for years but now here he was, a fucking doctor and Harry had to ask one of his assistants to buy him a damn phone so he can finally google Louis and learn about his life.

Sean, his assistant, bought him an iphone which Harry did not know how to use so he had to let him teach him the basics first before he left him and let Harry fumble with his new mobile.

Sean had let him install facebook and said that his PR team had already created an account for him years ago because they needed him to be active in social media, turns out Harry also had a twitter and an instagram account with a lot of followers too.

He didn't even have the time to be angry and voice out the importance of identity theft because he just wanted to search every possible media platform to find anything remotely related to Louis.

So he googled him and there were numerous article with a rising doctor named Louis Tomlinson and Harry just couldn't stop the tears from falling when he read all of them.

Louis was a fucking great doctor it turns out.

He was able to skip years in medical school because he excelled so much and had been a great contributor on the development of cheaper of vaccines for Malaria which was world breaking.

There were a lot of medical mumbo jumbo that Harry couldn't understand but he knew Louis was being praised for it.

But there was one article that caught Harry's eye, Louis was asked by multiple big time hospitals for his residency but he declined and chose a much simpler setting to practice.

Harry was flabbergasted because that a huge opportunity and why would Louis decide to waste his big fat brain in this flimsy hospital, he could be on the way of discovering the cure for cancer but he ended up stitching half beaten MMA fighters like Harry.

Why did Louis do it?

"Knock Knock." Someone spoke from the other side of the door and Harry had to put the phone down, hoping for the person to be Louis.

Harry frowned when he found out that it was only Nick.

"Don't look so happy to see me." Nick laughed before wheeling in Harry's breakfast.

It was morning already?

"Judging by the heavy bags under your eyes, you didn't even tried to sleep." Nick noted disapprovingly

"Wasn't sleepy." Harry sighed.

"Well you should try because you need it." Nick stated unhappily.

"When did Lou- I mean Dr. Tomlinson came into this hospital?" Harry bit his lip and asked.

He knew that Louis wasn't his business anymore but he couldn't help it, habits die hard.

"About a month ago I think." Nick answered him.

"Do you know anything about him?" Harry asked again.

Nick had stared at him, confused and surprised at the sudden interrogation.

"Why do you ask?" Nick questioned, eyeing Harry.

"I'm just curious." Harry shrugged half heartedly.

He knew he shouldn't prod around Louis like that, it sounded creepy.

"You can't get into his pants Harry, trust me I tried so hard and the guy wouldn't even bat an eye into my direction." Nick explained to him while putting the table underneath Harry and his food.

Harry balled his fist in annoyance, he didn't particularly like how Nick keep mentioning about sleeping with Louis. If Nick wasn't his friend, he could have punched him already.

"Stop speaking to him like he's some kind of new conquest Nick." Harry grumbled under his breath.

"Woah, what has gotten into you? You've been acting so strange since yesterday." Nick said in surprise.

"Nevermind." Harry huffed and just started playing around with the food on his lap.

Nick was still eyeing him curiously but he sighed and started speaking, taking a seat on an empty plastic chair.

"Well since you did ask, I only know that Louis was some kind of prodigy or something and the hospital has been kissing his ass because he chose his residency here and not on those multi billion dollar hospitals in the country." Was his lengthy reply.

So the articles were true.

"Do you know why?"

"Not a clue, even I don't fully understand." Nick shrugged and proceeded to type away on his phone, waiting for Harry to finish eating.

Harry didn't really feel like eating anymore, the only thing running around his mind was Louis.

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End Note:

Sorry for the late update, I promise someone that I will finish this story no matter what.

Thanks for reading :)