Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Harry

One week after I've had that talk on the bench with Louis I enter the cafe and for the first time in the last three weeks he's not here. Someone else is here. And suddenly it doesn't have the same effect on me. It's boring. I order my forever coffee and get out without looking back. The moment I enter the hospital a nurse comes to me.

"Mr. Styles." She says shyly and I stop giving her full attention. "Can I ask you a question?" 

"Sure. Is there a problem?" I ask because she's so hesitant it freaks me out. And she blushes making me bite my lips realising what is happening. 

"No no there's no problem… I was just curious if… you have a girlfriend?" She asks and I frown slightly. 

"I'm sorry… since when do we mix the professional life with the personal one?" 

She starts playing with her hair and I just want to hide myself somewhere because I just have to talk through a girl that clearly has feelings for me, a very young girl that didn't see the freaking mark behind my ear.

In this world we're living, people that aren't straight are marked with a black mark behind their ears. And men who are able to carry a pregnancy have one circle and one smaller next to that circle so we can identify each other. Probably because of my long hair she didn't see it. Or she thinks I'm Bi. Which I'm not.

She looks at me and says again, "But we're not at work, yet." I smile because it's such an innocent move. I can't get mad about this. I look at my coffee and say. "Look, first of all I don't want a relationship anytime soon, second of all, I'm sure you're a great person but I have nothing to do with you and I will never have because third of all… I'm gay." I uncover my marks and she freezes. 

"B-but those are just bullshit. You can-"

"Let's end the conversation here. Okay? I've made myself very clear, I say. Now have a great day at work." I stop her before making a mistake and walk towards my office thinking about what I was thinking before she came to me. Louis. 

I've watched him a lot in the last three weeks. There's something about him that makes me curious. He's not smiling to others, he's not joking with others, he does that just for me. What makes me wonder is why does he play heartlessly in front of people? 

I shouldn't talk because I'm kinda doing the same thing with my real self but I know what hurt me. What hurt him to change him like that? And who was that man he was fighting with? Now all of these awakened the feelings inside me. The feelings I said I'd never feel again for a man. Caring is one of them and it kills me daily because I'm well aware I can't do that. And besides his attitude, his body? It drives me insane. And all of him it's so beautiful it reminds me of a rock that hides inside the most beautiful crystal. 

Or am I wrong? I might be. I honestly want to be wrong because he is already someone I got used to, if he turns out to be a diamond, I wouldn't resist it. I drink from my coffee. Am I delusional or is it not as good as his? Maybe I am delusional. I shake my head and get ready for a new shift of 24 hours. I can definitely do this, right? 

Right.

Maybe he'll be back tomorrow.

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A shorter part as the next one but longer parts will come, I promise.