You Make My Heart Race • l.s

Seven

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Louis' face looked extremely drained the next morning when Harry quickly checked in on him. He didn't have any tests to run, but thought it would be nice for him to peek in and say hi. After all, the last few visits hadn't ended well. Niall hadn't been there long, and Louis' ex had him way more frustrated and upset than he should have been, especially with his heart being the way it was.

Harry walked further into the room, a bland expression on his face. Louis was fast asleep, his body turned the slightest, head crooked and mouth hanging open. Harry chuckled at how he looked, smiling slightly with fondness in his eyes.

"Dr. Styles," Harry jumped, rapidly turning around. He was alarmed by the attending, one of his bosses, that had managed to sneak up on him.

"Yes, uh, I was just about to check up on Mr. Tomlinson. He's still sleeping so I was going to take note of his heart rate while unconscious," he told her.

Dr. Yang sighed, "Okay, well, we need to keep searching for a heart for Mr. Tomlinson. Please keep it in mind for the next few days. He's been here about two weeks now, we're close to running out of time," she informed, raising her eyebrows to show her seriousness.

Harry nodded, "Yes, of course," he watched her walk away after he got his words out, and let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in.

Harry turned back to the room, pushing the door so that it closed some more. When he looked back at Louis, the man was in the same position, but this time his lips were pursed, his eyes squinting at the light going throughout the room. "Good morning sleepy head," Harry beamed at him, "wish I could get twelve hour sleeps," he smirked jokingly, which made Louis chuckle the slightest bit. He closed his eyes again, rubbing them with his fists, and sighed heavily.

"I don't usually sleep that long, sorry," he said.

Harry walked forward, putting Louis' charts on the table, "Nah, don't be sorry. This is my job, I'm used to being awake all night, however for you lou, sleep...well sleep is a good thing," he interrupted himself to jot something down, "sleep is good," he repeated looking up at Louis.

The room was silent. Louis noticed that Harrys' face was unreadable, he looked like everything was hitting him at once, and it scared louis, whatever this was he knew it wasn't good.

"Harry?" Louis asked, voice soft and gentle. "Are you okay?"

Harry just nodded, showing off a small smile over at louis. "I'm fine, thanks."

Louis gulped, then sat himself up slowly, "What news can you give me?" he asked softly. "You can say you're fine but by the look of your face you're not, I'm not blind Harry."

The look Harry got from him made him weak. He felt at a loss that the only good news he could possibly give him was that he looked adorable when he first wakes up. "We're still searching for a suitable heart, Louis," he said, his tone quiet.

The man squeezed his eyes shut, nodding and turning his head to face forward, "So I won't be lasting much longer, is what you're saying," his voice came out as a whisper.

Harry frowned, "Louis, you're going to make it out of this alive I promise, you It's not necessarily aloud for me to just say it, but you mean a lot to me. I'm not letting you die. So Stop, please, just stop saying that," he pleaded, placing his hand gently on Louis thigh.

Louis heart had pretty much broken at that point. By this time he knew the feelings that he had for Harry. Of course he never would ever imagine Harry feeling any more than a doctor to him, and here he was saying that Louis actually meant something to him and it just made everything ten times harder for the boy.

Louis finally had the courage and faced him again. He had tears in his eyes. "We don't know though, we don't know for sure if you're gonna find a heart, and we don't know if the surgery will go well and we most definitely can't guarantee that Im not going to die," a tear fell, and he let out a cry.

"Lou," Harry began, rubbing Louis hand gently but Louis interrupted him.

"just tell me, i-if I get out of this hospital alive... that we'll be able to meet up someday," he murmured. He sounded breathy, and Harry's own heart hurt from the sound of brokenness in his voice. "If I get a heart and everything," Louis noted, "will I be able to see you again?"

The doctor's throat was tight. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to talk but he found himself smiling slightly at the boys comment. He couldn't find himself talking at first either, but eventually licked his lips. "When you make it through this surgery with ease, I would want nothing more than to see you again," he mumbled, assuring him.

Louis looked down fumbling at his fingers, "I'd really like that a lot too. You've really been the only one here for me, I don't know why my mum hasn't showed up, but she lives so far away that it doesn't quite surprise me," Louis sighed looking back up at Harry, teared eyed.

Harry found himself, bringing up his thumb to caress the boy's face, wiping a stray tear away. "Don't cry, it'll be okay Lou."

Louis closed his eyes, thinking to himself. If he did make it out of this, which he had high doubts for, he wouldn't know what to do with his life. Before he was put in the hospital his life was shitty. Although he loved his job at the radio station, it didn't pay as much as he'd like. At his flat he was struggling with paying the bills and he'd also had problems with Evan beforehand. Louis wanted to start over, a new life, a new beginning.

He sighed heavily, "Yeah," his breath was staggered, "maybe it will be okay." Louis whispered. His lips were quirked up in the smallest smile, and he turned his head towards Harry. "Maybe It will."