Styles's Anatomy (L.S)

2: See you again

Song for the chapter: Night Changes (One Direction)

Wednesday 19.06.2016- L

A pair of green innocent eyes staring into mine. I couldn't stop staring at them. Who is this boy? His cute giggles, his smile, and his beautiful looks. If it wasn't for his current situation I would ask him out straight away. I put my stethoscope down to his chest and listened to his heart. It beats a bit irregular, due to the amount of alcohol he has been drinking tonight. I wish he had someone to watch him closely when he drinks, he is clearly not capable to take care of himself like this.

"Are you going to make my arm alright, Dr. dreamy?" he asked laughing of himself. I smiled and nodded my head. It's so wrong of me to find him unbearable cute. He is my patient, and I should be more professional. I put the oxygen mask over his nose and mouth and put anaesthesia into his IV. It takes about a minute until he is fully out, and I can start the surgery procedure.

"More information on the patient, Louisa?" I asked my assisting nurse for this shift. She is one of very few I could work with, who wasn't staring me down in an uncomfortable way. Most of the nurses are girls, and they would have no chance with me anyways, I'm gay.

"Harry Styles, 22 year old, he is actually starting working here in this department as a nurse in two days" Louisa told me. This clumsy beauty is starting here, with me, in two days. This is going to be fun, and dangerous. I'm going to have to watch him closely. Maybe I should make him my assisting nurse for the time being?

We finish the surgery around 3 am, and me and Louisa move him into one of the observation rooms. He still got alcohol in his body, which could get him to vomit. If that happens he is going to need help, and I would rather be there quick than wait for him to call the red bottom himself. I don't trust him with himself while he is affected by alcohol. I sleep in the call room this night, even though I could go home until my shift starts at 8 am again. I sleep for four hours, until it's time to go for breakfast and a new pair of scrubs and coat. It seems like my patient did fine this night. At 8 am he is the first one on my list to check on. Actually, he isn't, but I don't care.

"Good morning Mr. Styles, how are you feeling this morning?" I ask as I walk into the boy lying with his duvet over his head. I slowly pull it away.

"Can you at least turn off the lights? I got a headache" he asked softly, not taking his eyes off me. Hangover this morning then. I wonder what he drank yesterday, it should either way have not found its way down his throat. I walked to the light panel and turned the light off. We aren't supposed to do so, but I can't help being nice to the princess in the bed.

"So how did you end up like this, Mr. future nurse here in two days?" I asked him, and I could see his check turn red from embarrassment. He tells the story of how he had a wild night in the night club down street. I'm glad he didn't let that blonde dude fuck him in the state of mind he came into hospital yesterday.

"Everything seems fine. We will move you to a regular hospital room, and you will stay there until your shift on Thursday evening starts. And I'm warning you Mr. Styles, in my department the nurses better be the one who help, not be the one who needs medical help. I won't ever see you in this bed again" I lectured him. Of course, if this baby is hurt, I would be the first one to run to help him, but I'm not going to say that to him. I have to keep this professional, and the only way to do so is keeping a cold heart towards him.

"Sir?" he asked. My eyes staring right into his. He is biting his lip. I wish I could too. But no. I can't let him melt me into his love.

"Yes?"

"I hope I didn't do anything too embarrassing yesterday, I mean we are going to work together" he says.

"Don't worry. I have seen worse" I assured him, although I haven't. You were something for yourself Harry, and I have never felt more need to take care of someone than I did for you yesterday.

"Why are you so nice?" he asked. What a weird question to ask. What did he expect of me?

"Was I supposed to be a shithead?" I fired back.

"Uhm no I guess I just heard that you were strict and demanding" he said blushing even harder than before.

"Well, I can tell you that I am strict, I am demanding, and you are going to have to live with it when you start working with me in a couple of days" I said picking up my notebook of medical journals, and walking towards the door, leaving him alone.

I have known this boy for the whole 8 hours, and he is already turning my world around 180 degrees. I just cant control my feelings. I just can't get enough of him. How will I survive? From now and God knows how long he will be apart of my days, every day. I will each day have to look at his long curly hair, his breath taking body from toe to hair, including his bubble butt. And his personality is already charming me so much that I could fall down on my knees for him.