You Make My Heart Race • l.s

One

A/N:
Hey guys, so I'm collaborating with qualitystylinson  we are writing this book together!! We are really excited and we really hope you all enjoy this! we will be switching back and forth as we write the chapters! We love you all so much!!

The first chapter was written by: qualitystylinson  (:

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Harry walked into the hospital, running a hand through his hair. He spotted the intern that he had that day, and called them over. Unfortunately he didn't have his other intern on his service for another hour. "What's first?" he asked, continuing to walk down the hallways and testing

The intern, Colin, looked at the charts, "Louis Tomlinson, twenty-seven. He came in this morning with chest pains, and has congenital heart disease," he told him.

Harry nodded, "Which means we need to do what?" he asked.

Colin fumbled for a moment, "Tests! We need to run various tests to figure out what is giving him chest pains," he said, less confident than he had started out.

"Good," Harry said, "I don't like the sounds of this, considering he's my age and hasn't had any heart problems yet even with a heart disease," Harry said quietly. But before he could move on, the two had already reached the patients door.

"Mr. Tomlinson! How are you?" Harry smiled brightly as he entered the room. The man in the bed looked up, giving a small smile.

"Hello," he spoke softly.

"I'm Dr. Styles, one of the top cardio-thoracic resident's at this hospital. I have to make all this clear with every new patient. Helps them trust me even more," he pointed out, which made the man chuckle.

Harry took a seat gently at the side of the bed, "You have a congenital heart disease, and have managed not to ever have problems with it until now, correct?" he already knew he was right, but asked just in case. Mr. Tomlinson nodded, and so Harry continued. "You are fantastic, Louis- may I call you Louis?"

The patient nodded with a smile.

"Good," Harry's smile was welcoming, to Louis. He didn't feel as scared as he first had when coming into the hospital. "We're going to run some tests to find out what the pain is, and when you come back I will be my quickest to get back over here with an attending to discuss what's going on," he explained as he stood back up. Louis secretly wanted to whine and tell him not to leave. Complain about the nurse watching him so that Harry would stay, but he couldn't. He wouldn't even if he could, knowing the man had way too much on his plate. Being a surgeon and all.

Harry left, instructing the intern to go find Callie, one of the other residents, and have her run the appropriate tests on Louis. And as he walked past the room he couldn't help but give Louis a playful wink. He seemed stressed.

It took quicker than Harry had thought to do the tests. Two hours, when usually it may take four. Once he found out why, he wasn't as happy. After doing the needed tests, they had already found the problem. So clearly that the other two tests didn't even need to happen.

Louis needed a heart transplant. There was no way to avoid it, at least not that anyone had found. He had a malfunctioning ventricle in his heart. It didn't surprise Harry, considering he had somehow managed to go twenty-seven years without heart problems even with a congenital heart disease. He just wished it wasn't something as big as a transplant.

You see, Harry had this thing. This thing he believed. Even though he knew every twist and turn, vein, artery, and part of the heart. Even though he loved surgeries and completing heart transplants, he didn't actually like them. The thrill of operating was amazing, but getting a new heart wasn't something he was fond of. He felt like it was as if you had to give away your heart, where your love and trust and everything is, only to get one from someone you never even knew existed. So, whenever he got one, half of him always dreaded it.

Harry made his way back to Louis' room with the attending after a surgery and a few other patient visits. He walked in with a smile, and the two joined Louis next to the bed.

"I need surgery, don't I?" he cringed, his shoulders sinking.

Harry looked at the attending, and sighed when she nodded, wanting him to continue to see if he's correct with his facts, "Yes, Louis, you do. You have one ventricle in your heart that isn't functioning properly. This will over time become ventricle failure, if you hadn't come see me, so I'm very glad you did," he patted Louis' hand softly, keeping his on top for another moment, "ventricle failure can happen in many forms of congenital heart disease, but with you I have found the smallest amount of leakage, that can lead to heart failure. We have you on a heart transplant list at the moment, and as soon as we get you a heart we'll put it right in," he smiled. Though Louis looked frightened. He'd always known he had heart problems, but a heart transplant? That wasn't something he was expecting. Neither was he looking forward to it.

"How long will that take?" he asked, "there's no chance I'll die, is there?" his eyes were wide. He had a feeling in his chest. Not one of pain, but of fear. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and no longer because of Harry holding his hand.

"We're not letting you die, Louis," Harry muttered, glancing at Dr. Yang, whom he was acquaintances with, "and you will be here up to three weeks at the most. Depending on when a heart that matches yours is available, we have to keep an eye on you in case anything bad happens," he nodded. Louis was looking at his lap, and gave a small nod.

Dr. Yang explained a few more things to Louis before leaving to attend to surgery. Harry had to get Louis started on paperwork in order for him to be able to do procedures on him, and during it all Louis suddenly gave a big sigh, and glanced up at the doctor. "Half the reason I'm agreeing to all this is because you're insanely attractive, I hope you know that," his voice was barely audible, but Harry caught it, and grinned.

"Using me for my looks. I get it. Well, then half the reason I'm doing this for you is because of the money I get for doing it," he joked. Louis stifled a laugh, cocking his head to the side.

"I'm not allowed to flirt with you, am I," Louis mumbled, realization coming onto his face.

Harry shrugged, "We can't have any type of relationship with or to each other, but flirting is just an act of playful words, so yes, you're allowed," he signed off on Louis' papers, and took them from him. Louis watched as he stood, and blushed fiercely when he gave a nod and sly wink before exiting the room.

Harry pushed the tiny percent of guilt out of his stomach for flirting with a patient. Instead, he walked with his head held high, the thought of Louis invading his mind.