You Make My Heart Race • l.s

Twelve

A/N:
Life literally sucks, we're both are really sorry for slacking but schools really a pain in the ass. This is the last chapter before the epilogue, this is a short book, but we both have other longer books that will be available to read also.

This chapter was written by:
Desiringloubear and Qualitystylinson. (we both contributed)

FWI: locker room isn't an actual locker room like in schools. it's pretty much like a room with one couch, a table, sink, and fridge, and nice large cubbies for the residents.

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It had been three weeks since Louis left the hospital. Three weeks since Harry had last seen the man and Harry had to admit, he'd felt the loneliest he'd felt in the longest time. The hospital had to have been the quietest since Louis left. You could ask others they would tell you nothings changed, but to Harry it was all different, it has been so incredibly different without him.

Ever since the man left, he never actually 'left.' Louis was constantly at the top of his mind, and obviously he'd been able to work properly, but it was the little things that reminded him of Louis.

"Harry?" Harry looked from his paperwork and over to Liam, who stood leaning against the wall, "are you heading out soon? You are working the two to ten A.M. rotation this month right?"

Harry nodded, wheeling the desk chair he was in over towards the calendar where shifts were organized neatly on the dates. "Yeah," he trailed off, tracing his finger to the current date and scanning over the current information, "my shift is over in about ten minutes, I'm finishing up a patients paperwork then I'll be off."

"Alright, cool. I just got on. Got called in an hour early," he rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh before heading off down the hall, "catch you later!"

Harry smiled, then turned back to his charts. He and Liam weren't the closest yet. They had only known each other for a few months since Liam transferred to the hospital. But they still were able to have their good times. He was definitely a great friend to have now and then.

Once his charts were complete, he handed them to one of the nurses that worked the front desk so that they could be stored away. He let himself sit there for a moment, tired out of his mind. There was nothing else for him to do, so he headed back to the locker room to change out of his scrubs. It was nice to get out of them, and back into his jeans, sweatshirt, and his comfortable boots.

He had two bags with him when leaving. One with his scrubs and shoes, and another one with personal belongings. They were small bags, but still. It wasn't until he could feel the breeze of the lobby door that he looked up. And when doing so, it caused him to freeze in shock.

Standing a few feet away stood Louis, shyly looking at Harry with softness in his eyes. His arms hung by his sides, while Harry's were full with his two bags, and above the low collar of his shirt Harry could see the scar from his surgery going up the middle of his chest. "Hey," Louis chuckled nervously, "it's me," he mumbled.

Harry had a bland look on his face, not quite being able to tell what was happening. If Louis was actually standing in front of him at his work. "Hi," Harry said, though it barely came out. He put the bags down on the front desk and cleared his throat. "Uh, how... how are you?" he asked.

He got a laugh and a dimpled sunshine smile that was shot right back at him, "I'm good, recovering well. How are you? Not in your usual attire I see," Louis laughed.

A grin spread on Harry's face, "I'm great now that you're here," he cocked his head.

Louis walked to him, so that he stood only a foot away, "I missed you... a lot," he told him.

"I missed you too," his words came out all wispy. He had a fond look on his face.

Louis had his head tilted, a soft smile on his lips. He licked them, then stepped forward. "I'm gonna kiss you," he said, but when he reached for Harry, his hand was grabbed.

"Not here. We can't here. You're my former patient," he clutched his other hand, and pulled him outside, back peddling so he could look at Louis while he rushed him out of sight from the doors. His back collided with the hard outside wall, behind a nearby tree, and although Louis was shorter than him, his knees where bent as he leant against the wall. So he felt like the smaller of the two at the moment.

Louis grinned, his face hovering mere inches in front of Harry's, "Can I kiss you now?" he asked, to which Harry glanced at his chest, his hands moving from Louis' hands to his baggy hoodie. He nodded, and Louis' face only moved closer. "Can I really kiss you. Like real snog session," Louis was mumbling, making Harry giggle along and pull the blue eyed man to him. Their lips collided. Harry tilted his head, bringing his one hand to the side of Louis' head while Louis kept his grip on Harry's hips and around his waist, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

It was soft, and raw, and had this desperateness to it from both men. Louis, pulling at Harry's sweatshirt and digging his fingers into his hair. Harry, trying to press himself closer to Louis, as if they weren't body to body already. It was such a needy longing kiss, yet it was still far from from rough and sexual. It was passionate, and intense, if anything.

Louis pulled away a bit, allowing both of them to catch their breath. He pressed small kisses on Harry's lips, nipping at them each time. Harry smiled into it, chasing Louis' lips every time they pulled away. Louis acknowledged it, and to make him happy he kissed him full on, slightly trailing his fingertips under the fabric of Harry's shirt. The feeling of his hot skin against his own was exhilarating.

Harry pulled away from the kiss, his forehead pressed against Louis', "God I really can't say how much I've missed you," he chuckled. He wrapped his arms around Louis, nuzzling his face into his neck.

"I could definitely say the same thing," Louis murmured back, his cheek squished against Harry's head.

"I guess you just have that effect of me then yeah? Even after fixing my heart, you still manage to make it race," Louis softly said, squeezing Harry securely in his arms.

Harry laughed, his eyes shut. Louis looked out into the distance to distract himself, and sighed. "I liked you since the first day I met you. Never did I ever think I'd be lucky enough to steal a kiss from you."

"Good. I gave up surgery opportunities for you," Harry joked.

Louis' eyes widened, "Harry! Why the hell?!" he exclaimed.

Harry couldn't do anything but laugh and squeezed Louis tight in his arms, "I'd like a chance with you. Would you like to go on a date with me?" Harry asked as he pulled away.

"As boyfriends?" Louis asked smirked.

Harry smiled cheekily before squeezing the man's hands gently, "I mean, I guess," he concealed his grin.

Louis felt like a teenager in high school being asked out on a first date. He almost wanted to sequel with happiness, this was actually happening and he felt like the luckiest man.

"I would love to," he murmured before pressing his lips to Harry's once more. He couldn't lie when saying that Harry definitely did make his heart race. It all felt so perfect.