"Don't you understand?! You must be fucking stupid!" Harry shouted. "Listen here carefully. I don't even want to marry you. You're my parent's choice, not mine!" He added.
Or where,
"I'm still sane but you're the one who makes me going crazy." Harry...
"Thank you Greg," Louis said while smiling. He stepped out from the opened car's door. He was looking lovely as usual on that day with Harry's white jumper and his own denim jacket.
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"On what time should I fetch you Sir?" Greg asked him.
"About an hour from now." Louis said. "I don't want you to wait for too long, there's a possibility that there will be a lot of patients.
Greg nodded his head. "If you said so, I'll fetch you at 12."
The car that Greg drove was leaving the building. Louis stepped into the cosy private hospital. Louis' arrival was greeted with a warm smile from the nurse at the registration counter. There was not so many visitors on that morning. He was relieved. At least he didn't have to wait for too long for his turn. Besides, he was already hungry even though he already had his breakfast.
Louis sat in the waiting area while reading on a parenting magazine that was displayed on a rack near him. He didn't know what was moving him to meet a doctor. His health was not in a good state lately. He was always dizzy and feeling nauseous. He was worried of himself. He didn't tell Harry that he went to the hospital, didn't want the older man to worry. He just told him that he went out for window shopping.
The hospital wasn't very busy at that time of morning, he noticed. And that proved true when five minutes later when a petite nurse with blond hair and a warm smile called his name, "Mr. Louis Styles." The nurse was holding the door to the doctor's room open.
Louis walked in with a nervous feeling. His lips curved into a smile when he saw a soft face of a middle-aged woman, emitting a motherly aura. Katherine was written on her name tag. Calm feeling was replacing Louis' nervousness.
"Please have a seat sir." Dr. Katherine asked with a warm smile. Her spectacled eyes were staring deep into Louis' blue eyes. She was amazed with Louis' beauty.
"Alright Mr. Styles, what seems to be the problem?" She asked, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around Louis' arm and watching it.
"The past few days I've been stressed, I guess? I've been tired on a minute and hungry the next." He shrugged, and she took the cuff off and wrote something down on a clipboard.
"Anything else?" She asked, pen poised.
"I've been throwing up..." Louis said.
She nodded his head. "Throwing up? Does it happens everyday?"
"Since a few days before, I started to throw up. Yesterday I thought that I was already fine but this morning I threw up again." Louis explained.
