Complicated Freak ✓ h.s

• bonus chapter 2 •

I'd like to thank Tumblr for the above gif. I'm also sorry for taking almost two months with this but the wait is over. I hope you like it!

"Styles, Room 252" I turned around hearing my name and nodded, fixing my coat as I headed in the direction of the room. It still made my stomach erupt with butterflies whenever someone addressed me by my last name, Harry's last name, I'd sport a goofy grin on my face each time it happened. "Mr Lancaster, how are you feeling today?" I skimmed through the pages on the clipboard "Same old, same old. Tell me, gorgeous, when am I leaving this hell-hole?" I chuckled at the charismatic man before me "As soon as you pay heed and go through with the treatment that we offered you" He clicked his tongue and waved his hand "The only thing I'm going through is death" I gave him a look "Only because you refuse to take the treatment, now we're not allowed to force you, but it is beneficial for you. It's in your best interest that you consent so we can remove the cancerous tumor as soon as possible" I explained, placing a comforting hand over his.

He, in turn, wrapped his hand around mine "Will you be doing my surgery?" He asked "I will be there but Doctor Halstead will be doing the surgery, he's one of the best, I can promise you that." I assured the middle-aged man, he nodded and let go of my hand "Okay, I'll think about it" I nodded then turned to the intern beside me "Prep him for surgery once he consents" I kept my voice low and the intern nodded "Yes, Ma'am" I left the room, feeling my phone vibrate against my thigh. I reached into my pocket and unlocked my phone to find three messages from Harry. "Hey, babe. I'm outside" Harry answered as I called him "Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes, I just have to get my things" I said before ending the call as I headed into the resident's lounge. Being a second year resident is nothing but tiring yet exhilarating because that means I'm only one step closer in becoming the finest surgeon in Seattle. After my accident, I decided to change my course from radiology to general surgery, the thought of meeting cancer patients had me spiraling but I pulled through - it felt traumatic - yet I still meet them.

In the last few weeks, Harry has been in this constant state of worry, treating me as if I'm a fragile, porcelain doll. I couldn't even blame him, I've been worried myself. He thinks that the reason behind me being so exhausted all the time is because of the long shifts at the hospital but there's something different. I know it, I can feel the difference or maybe I was just hallucinating and Harry's right about the shifts. "Hey, how are you feeling today?" Harry greeted as I reached the parking lot, he was leaning against the grill of the Rover, ankles crossed over each other. I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder, letting out a gentle sigh "Just a little tired, I think it's because I'm getting my period soon" Harry's arms snaked around my shoulders as his legs separated before I stepped between them, my arms limp against my sides. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. How does another basket sound?" A fond smile made its way to my face at the memory of the first time he made one for me "That sounds nice" I mumbled into his chest, his cheek pressed against my head as he rubbed his hand up and down my back.

"Come on, let's get you home" I sighed before stepping away from Harry, climbing up into the passenger seat, Harry got in and drove off. I chuckled to myself as I remembered how I told Harry that our life isn't a cliché movie where the bad boy and good girl fall in love and yet here we are, the bad boy and the somewhat good girl fell in love. "What's gotten you so giggly?" Harry's hand reached across the console, taking mine in his to rest it on his thigh as he drove through traffic "Nothing, I was just thinking about how our relationship started" I said and he nodded, a smirk covering over his lips "Friends with benefits but the only benefit was the rumor being shut down" I hummed in agreement "I'm glad our relationship became something as cliché as that, I wouldn't have it any other way" He pressed light kisses to my knuckles and I smiled "Neither would I" I turned in my seat, placing my elbow onto the middle console as I stared at my husband - a shiver trickled down my spine, dancing along my nerves to my toes at the mere mention of that word "I love you" I squeezed Harry's hand and he beamed, looking at me "I love you too, babe" He leaned across and kissed my lips before focusing his attention back onto the road ahead.