I'm a virgin type of person// l.s

Chapter 8

Once we're all in louis car, which may I add isn't the cleanest but I don't say anything. I find it quite odd that zayn happened to get in contact with Niall and so happened to be friends with louis. My head still can't get around with the ordeal with Liam? Why did he snap like that, there was no need to. I don't understand but I never do?

I constantly find my gaze fall upon louis, involuntary, but I don't mind. I love the way his muscles softly tense under the wheel, I love the firm grip he has on the wheel. His hair looks so soft and feathery and I just want to run my hands through his fringe, but of course I restrain myself of any contact with him as he is still classed as a stranger in the real world. I never noticed he had tattoos, which only adds to my appeal towards his appearance. It never crossed my mind that maybe i like to be more submissive, but let's not get into 50 shades of grey here.

I sometimes catch Louis gaze on me in the rear view mirror, and when I stare back at his even more hypnotising ocean eyes. I somehow cant look away and I still find myself staring in the mirror even if no one is staring back at me.

When we reach the nearest hospital, which is called Doncaster Royal Infirmary, the cloth Niall told to me to apply over my wound on my head is saturated in blood in which makes me a bit queasy. The receptionist orders me and my friends to sit in the waiting area and she kindly gives me a new cloth. I can't help but keep my gaze on Louis when he doesn't move to sit with us but carries on talking with the lady. My grip tightens on the cloth, but I gasp in pain as I notice my busted knuckle cannot handle any pressure and blood has resurfaced in the open wound on my knuckles where I punched Liam. I groan in annoyance as I have to swap hands and inconveniently have to ask Niall for another cloth for my now again busted knuckle.

My gaze is still on Louis and I can't help but feel a tad bit jealous as the receptionist, whom may I add his outrageously beautiful yet is much older than him, laugh together. Most likely due to a joke Louis told. As I've been texting Louis I've found out a few traits he has and one of them is him being a joker. But my harsh glare softens as his laugh is sweet music to my hears. I can just imagine hearing that laugh for the rest of my life and I hope when I die it will be the last thing I hear. But sorrow sweeps through my body as I know that will never happen and I can't help but feel the person who is so luckily to hear such a sound treats Louis with love and respect he so does deserve.

I quickly look at the floor as Louis finally makes his way other and takes the chair opposite mine. I can feel my self blush as I know he's staring at me but I'm oddly too scared to look up at him.

"Luckily I know that lady. She is my mothers best friend and she told me that she'll try and get Harry and Niall seen by a doctor as quickly as possible." I let out a much needed breath as I know understand why Louis and the receptionist that I know as Louis mothers friend was talking.

All that was going through my mind was his voice and how sexy it is. I carefully listen in Louis and Zayns conversation and Niall who is casually adding in his view in the topic they are talking about. I remain quite too scared to talk as I am insecure with my voice. I don't look up too frighten I might scare such a angelic person away. I bend my legs under the chair so my legs aren't at there full extent in case he's too intimidated. My long curly hair falls over my eyes as I am looking down at my hand that has the cloth which now has speckles of blood seeping through.

"Harry your awfully quite are you alright?" Niall questions me.

I simply nod knowing my voice will croak up.

"Most likely has a headache due to the nasty bump he endured by that low life bastard?" I hear Louis voice.

I slightly higher my head so I can now see everyone. Zayn is on his phone and looks like he's texting someone. Niall is gently applying pressure to one of the new bruises on his forearm but results in him wincing in pain. Louis... Well Louis he's looking at me, his eyebrows knitted together in concern for my health. I want to tear my gaze away from him but I can't. It's like when you have awkward eye contact with a stranger and you can't tear your gaze from them for no apparent reason. But in this situation I know the reason why I want to look away from him is because if I somehow fall in love with him it will only end up with me crying and watching reruns of the vampire diaries.

"Niall Horan? Niall Horan?"

A small bald man enters the waiting room and calls for Niall for his much needed check up. I assume he is a doctor as he's dressed in a long white cloak. I stare at his doctor, he looks like he's in his early 60s due to the wrinkles that litter the small mans face.

" I'll go with him" Zayn hopes off his seats and supports Niall to the other side of the room and down a corridor.

It's just me and Louis I guess. I look around the waiting room which is just plain white and has brochures are placed on the tables and are hung up on the walls. Posters litter the walls there mainly about diseases and symptoms for different cancers and how to deal with the news. But one poster catches my attention. I didn't mean to look at it but my eyes involuntarily gazed over the dull poster. Most posters hear had colour to make them noticed by the p pole waiting here. But that one poster had no colour it was mostly dark and that's most likely why it caught my eye. The poster had bold writing that said, 'abuse is a crime, tell some one.' I sigh in defeat as a part of me knew what that poster was going to be about. I think it was the dark colours that kind of give you an impression that's it's going to be a depressing topic. And a depressing topic it is.

" it's funny, this isn't the way I planned the first day we meet." He chuckles, oh god I need a doctor as I think I'm having a heartache from that sound.

At least Louis can help you get rid of the dark days.

" yeah me too, it's such a coincidence that Zayn and Niall have had history and you being friends with Zayn and me being friends with Niall " I finally speak. This time I want to keep eye contact with him so my eyes don't go wondering to that poster again.

"You're voice is lovely Harold, it really is. And your absolutely stunning there is no need to be ashamed of your face or figure" Louis smiles.

"Your so small " I blurt out immediately wanting to take it back incase I've hurt his feelings.

Why do I have to always ruin things?

I'm soon greeted by a very welcoming sound of Louis laugh.

" Harry styles? Harry styles?" A different doctor calls for me and I see Louis stand up and help my out of my seat.

The doctor guides us to a door at the very end of the corridor that has a name plank positioned on the Middle of the door, 'Dr Cowell'.