until we meet again - l.s

ii

A massive car pile up had made every doctor from every department into several hours of surgery, specially Harry. It was already hard enough that one surgery took him between 3 to 5 hours and having the pressure that there were at least a dozen people on the E.R waiting to be the next and be saved was making it much worse. But he could do this. He was one of the best Cardiothoracic surgeons on the country after all.

With charts to update and transcripts from past surgeries to sign and finish and even more surgeries occupying his schedule, Harry left one of his intern to close up his patient and send him to I.C.U.

Seeing as the elevator reached the fourth floor, he remembered something. He never visited Louis the next day, and it had been two days. Harry started clicking the button for the second floor right away. He was definitely going to feel bad if Louis had already been sent home. As soon as the elevator's door opened he quickened his pace and searched for Louis' room. He slightly panted as he saw the door opened within his sight. He peeked his head in first just in case the boy wasn't there anymore, but.

Louis was on his bed, reading a book with his legs pulled to his chest. It must've been a suspense or something of the sort because the boy was visibly tense. Harry smiled fondly but quickly shook his head and made his presence known. "Hi," he said leaning against the doorframe, his chest still raising and falling a bit

Harry could see how Louis jumped and looked up so rapidly he wouldn't be surprised if the younger man would have sprained his neck, "Dr Styles, hi" he said barely above a whisper, putting his book away and just like that, Harry had his undivided attention

He stepped into the room and sat at the end of the bed, he didn't know if it was too much but it didn't seem to make Louis uncomfortable, "How you feeling?" he asked placing his hands inside the pockets of his uniform trousers

Louis gulped loudly and his cheeks blushed at the closeness of his doctor with him, "Good. Still alive," he let out an airy laugh and looked down at his lap for a moment, "How-how are you?"

The boy, once again, hadn't dare to look at Harry in the eye, but he noticed Louis had taken a particularly interest on his hands. The curly man didn't know if Louis was extremely shy, hated human contact or perhaps, he was experiencing a small crush. Either way it was very cute to Harry. "Glad to hear that, actually!" he chuckled and licked his lips, "Uh, I'm great myself, there was a big car accident so yeah, been quiet busy"

"Oh, my god. Shouldn't you be in surgery or something then?" Louis frowned and sat up a little straighter against his pillows

"They're still setting up my O.R, don't worry," Harry sighed slowly and it was then when it hit him, "Wh-where is your mum?"

"She had to pick my sisters from school and take them to my aunt's. She'll be back tonight,"

The green-eyed man looked down at his watch, half past one. It would be a long time until 'tonight'. "Have you eaten anything yet?" Harry wondered, searching for Louis' gaze with his own

"A-a jello," Louis said ever so quietly that Harry wondered if he had heard him correctly. But then he saw an empty plastic cup with a plastic spoon on the nightstand

"Mhm," Harry hummed. He couldn't leave Louis starving while waiting for his mum, what kind of person would he be? "You think you can wait until I finish next surgery?"

"What? F-for what?" Louis frowned, confusion present on his voice. Harry smiled and Louis could only focus on his eyes

"My lunch hour," the older man said casually and he could see how Louis almost chocked on his own saliva, "I'll bring you something if you allow me to eat with you,"