Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Harry

Now that was intense. One more minute and I would've made the bad mistake of interacting with him. Not that I wouldn't want to, that's exactly the problem, I want to and I shouldn't do that. That tank top shows his muscles even more and it drives me crazy because he HAS muscles. The way he was looking at me when I sat down gave me a feeling of pride, like he was proud of me and that is also a stupid thought because no one is proud if I stand up for myself. I drink another glass of wine and stop because I know that at the third glass of wine I won't be able to control myself and I'll go to him. I leave the club but not before stealing a glance at him and his perfect eyes and I go home. It's been three days since the thoughts stopped, the ones that didn't stop for years. Now I am enjoying showering because I don't feel trapped in my own head anymore. I throw myself on my king sized bed and stare at the ceiling. I close my eyes and his eyes appear which makes me open them immediately. 

What is happening with me?

I decided to ignore them and sleep so I can go back to normal tomorrow, then I remember it's 5am so it means tomorrow has already started but I force myself to sleep. I wake up full of sweat and I rub my eyes trying to come back to earth because the dream I just had isn't something that will ever happen. I get up sitting on the edge of the bed breathing like I just ran a marathon and I close my eyes. The dream shows up again and I open my eyes shaking my head and going into the bathroom and drowning my face in water.

Freaking hell, Harry! 

I look in the mirror and I take off my shirt and pants and go in the shower. A cold shower will help because dreaming about doing the deed with a man with blue mesmerising eyes wasn't on my to do list for this week. When I leave the shower my phone starts ringing and I answer it walking naked around my room. It's my room, I can do whatever I want, right? I place the phone on the bed and search for my new outfit of the day while answering the call with a loud "Hello" making sure Niall hears it.

Niall is my best friend, is the first friend and the only friend I made since I came here and he stuck to me until I accepted him. He is a nurse at some private hospital and he has a beautiful family with a loving wife and a sweet little girl that stole my heart immediately. We don't have time for calls during the day but our morning calls are a must and we never miss them.

"Good morning, Harold! What's with this energy?" He asks with the same energy I had and I giggle thinking what crazy night and morning I had.

"I just took a cold shower that's why. How are you Nialler?" 

"I'm very good, thank you doctor! Are you ready to be named the chief doctor?"

Not even a bit. Not at all. I was always afraid of making myself seen because I shouldn't be seen, right? And now being named the chief surgeon doesn't only mean I'll be seen by everyone but I'll also be watched closely by everyone and judged by most of them. I decide to not share this with anyone because at the end of the day I am fearless and powerful so I answer shortly "More than ever".

"Now this is what I love to hear. Maybe you'll be seen by a beautiful surgeon today, man." Niall and his forever tries to get me a man. He's been like this since he got married and had Darla and all he keeps asking for is a friend for Darla. Which he expects from me but my luck in men isn't how it is supposed to be and I'm still single and his goal every year is still finding a man for me. 

I laugh at his daydream and say amused "Oh Niall, I'd say pray for me to not get killed by all the surgeons today." This makes him laugh and I can see him shaking his head already.

"You and your amazing humor" I laugh but not because I just made a good joke, but because it's not a joke. We finally end our call and I go to the hospital. I get out of the car and I look over to the café and see the man cleaning the tables and my breath stops remembering the crazy dream I had. I take a deep breath and walk inside the hospital deciding to avoid going into the cafe today. 

Two pm is the hour, every surgeon and doctor gathered in the meeting room. Oliver is on the stage with a prepared speech and everyone is talking. The moment he walks to the mic everyone stops. He clears his throat and looks at us.

"Dear doctors, surgeons and nurses. I've been the chief surgeon for so many years that I've lost count. I watched you grow and perfect your skills, I gave you hundreds of pieces of advice, I can say you became my second family but sadly everything has to end and my job as your principal surgeon stops today. Sadly my health doesn't allow me to continue so I was forced to choose the one that will continue this as good as I did, and even better. I've watched him grow, I've taught him everything I know and I'm proud to say he is the best surgeon I've ever seen in this hospital and there were a lot. Harry Styles will be your chief surgeon from now on and I would like you to give him a round of applause."

Everyone starts clapping and I stand up bowing my head and repeating thank yous over and over again. I sit down when the applause stops and Oliver continues. "I trust him and you should trust him as well. I'm sure he will be open to help you whenever you need help and advice. Be kind to each other and remember, we are not perfect but we're trying to be."

He gets down the stage and comes to me. I hug him tight knowing it's probably the last time I get to hug him. Everyone starts leaving the room and Oliver looks at me. "Be as powerful as you were until now"

I smile at him and nod my head "Of course" and just like that we say our goodbyes and I go back to saving people. Next time I check the time is at 10pm when I realise I haven't drank a coffee all day. I have twelve more hours of work but now I have half an hour for myself. I take my coat and go to check if the coffee shop is still open. I cross the street seeing the lights still on and walk towards the entrance. The moment I step in the café I hear a voice begging "Please trust me!" followed immediately by a loud and clear "Never!" I recognised the waiter's voice, that loud, clear, heartless, deep voice filling the building and making goosebumps appear on my body, definitely him. I stop walking when I see them in the right corner of the room and the moment I stop, the waiter sees me. 

I immediately raise my hands in defence. Not because I was scared but because I feel like I interrupted a very private moment and I didn't plan to be a witness to it. "I'm sorry I thought it's still open" I say taking a step back and the waiter touches that man's shoulder pushing him aside.

"No no, it is still open, I'm sorry, he was just leaving. Come take a seat, I just cleaned your table." My table? He knows my table. Probably because I don't sit at another table but it surprised me that he remembers where I sit. I smile softly seeing the man leaving the café but not before making eye contact with him. Blue eyes, around his 50s, disappointment in his eyes, this is a family member. While I walk to my table I can see the waiter smirking softly. He's proud. Or I'm delusional. 

I sit on my table and clear my throat. "Just a black strong coffee, I don't have much time left" I say short and clear and he bows his head leaving in the back and coming with my perfect black coffee two minutes later. He gently places it on the table and I look at him, he is still very tense. I lean towards him and say "Other clients would have ran." 

He giggles, a deep giggle followed by some nodding. "I know, I'm sorry." I shake my head instantly and say "I don't mind it. Just saying… next time tell that shit to try and win your trust when no one is around. Again, not for me, your boss might lose clients that way." Now this time he laughs and I ask myself if it's because I just made a member of his family a shit or because something else. I giggle softly and go back to my coffee taking a big sip while he walks away. 

When I finish my coffee, I go to his desk and say shortly because I know I'll have a long night, “I’ll get another one, please!” He bows his head again and goes to make another black coffee and when he places it on the table I give him his money and leave the cafe without looking back because I’m too tired to know what I’m doing and that dream is still very fresh in my head. 

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"I was in your wet dream..." now this is what Louis should sing because he definitely was in Harry's dream. I guess they both had an effect on each other, right?
But who was that man?