The doctors baby

1 | Mr Tomlinson

Harry was super nervous, biting his nails instead of eating the dinner he just made. The interview was tomorrow, he was gonna need to wake up at nine and then walk to the hospital at ten.

His little apartment was dark, the only light shining was his Winnie The Pooh lamp on his night stand. He had been staring at the plate of food for a good thirty minutes now. It's cold and his appetite hadn't come back yet.

His apartment was basically one room. The entrance with the bathroom to the right and then one room with the kitchen and the small island with two chairs. A sofa in the middle and behind it was a bed. The biggest wall had a tv on it.

He was in deep thoughts, long gone and zoned out. Maybe he should just go to bed instead. Good idea. First he checked his phone, his friends were out partying probably, as usual.

They were always in that gay sexbar. His friend Liam was working for the owner there. Harry had never been there, seeing as he's a virgin and scared of being harassed again. The bad memories of his childhood came back. The thoughts of his parents screaming and hitting him for being gay.

It made him cry, loud sobs. He was also tired, at only eight o clock. He fell asleep hoping tomorrow would be good.

The next morning came much faster than Harry would have wanted it to. He woke up at seven and couldn't fall back asleep so he got up. Made some tea and turned on the tv.

After a lazy morning he started getting ready for the day. He took a shower, fixed his hair and got dressed. His curls and the dark brown suit made him look adorable.

He snapped a picture of himself and posted it on his instagram with the caption 'hope the interview goes well today 😊I'm super nervous 😧 wished for a hug rn🫶 x' Then he started walking.

The walk to the hospital was quite far, it took a good 45 minutes to walk but that was better than public transport. Harry hated crowded buses and trains.

When he finally reached the hospital he made his way inside. Super nervous, almost shaking.

"Hi, are you Mr Styles?" A nice looking woman asked him. "Y-yes miss, I'm here for the interview" Harry said trying his hardest not to sound too nervous.

"Yes, I'm miss Davis but you could just call me chef, I'm the brain of this kitchen" she said as she opened the door to the big kitchen. Harry just stared and became even more nervous. He didn't think he was gonna get interviewed by the head chef.

She led the shorter lad to the office for their talk. Harry took a seat on the chair he got assigned. Ms Davis sat facing him on the other side of her desk.

"So, mr styles, what got you searching for this job?" She started to ask. The questions made him a little less nervous. He told her about his love for making food and that he was quite good at it. They had spoken for almost an hour.

"So, styles, you'll be starting tomorrow, so sorry for the short notice but we're short on staff. You'll work in the kitchen, serving and all that job. We also have the extra job, I'll go over it soon" she said and put out some papers.

Then she stood up and walked over to a locker, took a good look in there. "What size are you darling?" She asked Harry. He blushed madly at the nickname. "Um, I guess XS works, might be a little big tho" he mumbled.

"Oh, I don't know if we got any that little. I can go check-" she was cut off by a knock on the door. "Come in" she said loudly. Harry got shy and didn't dare to look at who came in.

"Oh Mr Tomlinson, nice seeing you here. What can I help you with?" She said "I was gonna come to leave my suggestion on food" the nice voice said. Harry couldn't help but to look up at the man. He was so handsome.