Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

now i need someone to breathe me back to life

Written by:Tippytoetomlinstyles

Summary:"I'm going to kiss you." Harry breathes, meeting his eyes. Louis smiles.

"I'm going to kiss you back."

It's surprising how gently Harry kisses him. Louis didn't expect for him to take it slow, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Harry's lips are plush and soft and indeed taste like the wine that stained them a beautiful shade of pink. Harry's hand is cupping his cheek, and he's grateful that their eyes are closed because he's blushing like a sinner in church. Their bodies press together, not for any other reason than the fact that every inch between them feels wrong if they're not together completely like this. Louis' brain is making no sense. But kissing Harry is great. It's wonderful. It's every possible positive adjective he can think of. Which is none at the moment. His brain is blank. He absolutely loves it.

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Louis doesn't like the look of the A&E the moment he steps through the doors to start his shift. The waiting room looks flooded and he realizes right away just how his day is going to play out, and he really hates the look of it. He wishes he'd been put up on the maternity floor today. He knew that not many had the opportunity like him to be able to bounce from emergency care to labour and delivery ward, and though he often spent more time in the maternity ward delivering babies, he's grateful that he got his credentials for both nursing in emergency medicine and working as a midwife because it gave him more opportunities to help people. And sometimes the skills of one could definitely help the other.

He sighs as he goes to his locker in the off wing of the A&E and puts his rucksack in the locker. The day looked like it was going to be hell. He could sense it already. He glances to his right; Liam chatting with Sophia, scratching his leg through his blue green scrubs. Louis scrunches his nose up. Such a stereotypical nursing colour, that ugly shade of- whatever you wanted to call it. He feels grateful that he knows just who to go to when he wants new scrubs. Today, he's wearing his Batman scrubs, he's sure they'll go over well with any kids coming through those emergency room doors.

He takes a drink of his water bottle and then goes to the main desk of the main operation; the back of the emergency department where all charts and files get looked over by nurses and doctors and categorized by emergency type and severity by secretaries. He passes a non-emergency emergency file and skims it. A little kid fell off a bike and now needs stitches in his thigh where the kickstand punctured his skin. The bleeding had stopped but he still needed the stitches. He's waiting in B3 to be seen. Louis looks up at Eleanor who is smiling at him from her computer. He waggles the chart at her.

"I saw the look of that waiting room. Looks like today's going to be a hot one." El laughs.

"That's for sure. Good thing Batman is on the job today." Louis strikes a typical superhero stance and grins like he's twelve again and definitely not twenty six.

"Alright, well Batman is off to give some little kid stitches in his leg."

"I'm sure he'll love it." El rolls her eyes as she types into her computer more, filing another person into the database. Louis grins at her though she doesn't see it and then proceeds to go to B3.

When he pulls back the yellow curtain of the room, a little kid no older than seven is laying on his side in a gown, tears filling his eyes and his grip on the pillow is incredibly tight. The mother looks apologetic towards Louis.