Once in the hospital, Harry slammed the door open and he probably looked like a mad man, his chest heaving, his hair out of his bun and just everywhere.

"Are you done with you film-y entry? We need to go see Lou." Daisy said, wheeling herself ahead of Harry.

"I wasn't trying to..." But he just shook his head and went to the receptionist.

"Louis Tomlinson?" Harry asked the receptionist.

"You are?" The nurse asked, unamused.

"Harry Styles, he works for me and she is his family." Harry said, motioning to Daisy.

Harry tapped his foot impatiently as the receptionist searched on her computer as slowly as a sloth, a disapproving frown on his face, Daisy just glared at the receptionist.

Could she work any faster? Harry thought as she searched louis' room number.

"Room 305 , it's right around the corner."

Harry didn't bother thanking her , just grabbed the handle of Daisy's wheelchair and went to Louis' room.

Once outside the door he motioned Daisy to go in first, since they were closer and stuff and Louis probably wanted to see her the most.

Daisy wheeled herself in while Harry say on the chair outside.

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Daisy sighed looking at Louis, her beautiful son had bandages around his head and a cast on his left hand, and another bandage wrapped around his right hand.

He was awake when Daisy came in.

"Daisy? Who brought you here?" Louis asked surprised, a smile spreading on his face, happy to see someone he knew.

"Your boss, Stiles did."

"It's styles—"

"Don't care. How are you?" She said, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm okay, I'll be able to get out of here in like two weeks though." Louis said, sighing.

"I'll stay here with you." Daisy said.

Louis raised an eyebrow at her, "You are on a wheel chair Daisy, I'll be okay. There are nurses and everything. You can come every alternate days or just call me. You do have to take care of Julie and the house. Did they fix my roof yet?"

"Yes they did, and well your boss can stay here with you if not me." Daisy said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Louis let out a small laugh, "he probably has more important things to do and he has a 'soon to be fiancé' so.."

"He was in a middle of a meeting when I called him, you know? He left it and came to get me and then directly came here. He looked crazy." She said, scrunching her nose.

Louis snorted, he probably looked beautiful like that too, Louis thinks "You probably threatened him."

"Nah just told his employe that I'll sue him."

"I'm disappointed, I thought you'll be more intimidating." Louis said, laughing.

"Well I was about to cry and everything, what do you expect? Anyway you should probably meet Stiles he's waiting outside for you." Daisy said, turning her wheelchair to call Harry.

"He's still waiting?" Louis asked, surprised.

"Ofcourse he is, he's smitten, you both just don't see it." Daisy said, snorting.

"Stiles you can come see him." Daisy said, through the door.

Hearing that Harry sprang up from his chair and quickly made his way inside almost knocking of the vase near the door.

"Hello, Louis." Harry said, sighing in relief when he saw Louis' blue bright eyes and his smile. Harry wondered if he could go a day without it. He almost had to go without it forever, thank god Louis was okay.

"Hello Harry." Louis said, smiling.

Harry smiled back and stood next to him.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked, gripping the railing, refraining himself from touching Louis.

"I'm great, except the cast is itchy." Louis said, scrunching his nose up.

Harry let out a laugh because Louis was adorable.

Finally, Louis thought hearing Harry's laugh and seeing the frown disappear.

"When did this even happen?" Harry asked, sitting down on the stool next to Louis's bed.

"Well I was on my way to the cafe to get your coffee, that's when the truck just bam! Jammed to my car—shit my car!"

"You're in a hospital bed Louis, you should be worried about yourself and not the car." Harry said, disapprovingly.

"Sorry..." Louis said, sheepishly.

"Harry," Daisy piped in, " I was wondering who was going to stay the night with Louis here..I would stay but I'm on a wheel chair myself couldn't be of any great help. He doesn't eat his food." She said, and Louis glared at her.

She just smiled.

"I'll stay." Harry said, like it was obvious.

"You really don't have to, I'll be okay—"

"Nonsense, you need someone there."

"You do remember you run a company right?"

"I'm the boss, I can do anything. Liam will take care of everything just let me make a call." Harry said, removing his phone out and going outside to make a call.

"I knew that ass wipe would stay!" Daisy said, smiling smugly.

Louis just blushed hard and said, "shut up."

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"Louis you're supposed to drink the soup not play around with it, you know?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.

"But it's fucking tasteless! I can't swallow it down. Plus I don't know which hand they expect me to eat with —a sprained hand or a fractured one. " Louis whined.

"You want me to get you something from outside?" Harry asked, sighing.

"Yes please." Louis said, giving Harry the best puppy dog eyes.

"Alright. And you couldhve just told me it was hard to use your hands, I've got mine just fine you know?" Harry said, wiggling his fingers so as to prove his point.

And Louis lighted up like a bulb but then realised what else Harry had said and blushed.

"Okay.."

"You still have to have your vegetables you know?"

"Fuck off."

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

And if Harry got Louis soup from outside and made him eat it from his own hands, no one has to know.

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Louis let out a yawn as he opened his eyes, one day was finally over at this god forsaken hospital.

He looked over at his side and blushed.

Right Harry was staying with him.

Louis still wondered why.

Louis smiled looking at Harry's sleeping figure, his head rested on the cupboard next to his chair and mouth open. His jacket was folded in his hands and his muscles bulged through his silk white shirt and fuck that was hot.

Louis averted his gaze, he didn't like the idea of getting hard by thinking about Harry Styles muscles in front of Harry Styles, thank you very much.

Louis looked around and then his eye fell on the glass of water on the trolley next to his bed.

He tried to get up, key word: tried.

He had a cast on one hand and the other hand was sprained and he couldn't put his whole body pressure on the sprained one and fuck he wasn't able to get up. He really regretted not doing his crunches. He felt so fucking helpless, fuck you bus driver.

Louis tried to get up, he really did, but he just couldn't and he was so close to crying now because he couldn't even get up on his own, he just wanted to have a glass of water for fucks sake.

He let out a whimper and still tried, you can do this, Louis said to himself.

Louis' sniffling might have woken up Harry because the next minute he was up and next to Louis, making him sit up.

"Are you okay Louis? Why are you crying?" Harry asked worriedly, at a sitting Louis now, Louis started sobbing because he wanted to , and he could and everything was falling apart and why is life so unfair?

When Louis wanted someone next to him his whole life no one came along and then he learnt how to be without someone by his side 24/7 and he learnt to do everything alone and now he couldn't even fucking get up on his own this was getting to him more than it should've and he was being over sensitive and fucking dramatic but Louis didn't care. He wanted to cry, so he would.

"It's ok Lou." Harry said, pulling Louis to his chest and gentle caressing his hair.

"I can't even fucking move on my own, I want to get out of this." Louis whimpered in Harry's chest.

"You will, just a little bit longer okay? You've got me until then. You'll make it through, yeah?" Harry spoke softly.

Louis just nodded, "Can I have that water?"

And ofcourse Harry handed him the water.

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"You won't believe but Harry has installed a fucking cafe in the office and not just any cafe , the cafe from where you get his coffee, he just fucking bought them." Niall said to him and Louis blushed.

Niall and Liam had come to visit Louis. Louis had intercepted a crying Niall (louis wasn't really surprised)( because Niall is dramatic as fuck) (after Louis ofcourse) and a Liam with a small, sad smile.

Ofcourse Louis had them laughing in no time.

And while they were here Harry had gone to change and stuff like that and Niall and Liam were filling Louis on what was happening in the office.

"You're kidding me right?" Louis asked.

"He's saying the truth." Liam said nodding.

"First he fucking stayed here to watch over you and then he fucking installed the same cafe in the office because you met with an accident going to get his coffee from there, like what the fuck man. He's fucking in love with you Louis, why don't you understand that." Niall whined.

"He's still getting engaged to Nick though." Louis said, sighing.

Niall smiled like a Cheshire Cat and looked at Liam as if asking, should I tell him? Liam nodded.

"This is not really a big of a news but we, your totally awesome best friends who only have good news for you, over heard Nick cribbing the other day. Apparently Harry ditched him on their date together because he wanted to stay over here with you. Harry does have his priorities in line." Niall said, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Fuck—I don't know what to do?" Louis asked, nervously, biting his lips.

"I think you should tell him how you feel, maybe he'll realise that he's in love with you too. If not that, he'll atleast realise what he feels for you is much more than what he feels for Grimsaw and he might cancel the engagement and save himself from eternal doom." Liam said.

"He's right." Niall said.

"You really think I have the guts to do that?" Louis asked, looking at them like they were crazy.

Liam sighed, "I don't know what you can do then, you can just sit around and mope and just see what life has in store for you or you can go and grab what life has in store for you, it's your choice."

"And by that he means you can either see Nick grabbing Harry's ass like he fucking owns it or you can grab Harry's ass like you fucking own it in front of Nick." Niall puts in.

Louis gulps.

He really needed to make a choice.

He had two choices-
1. See Nick rubbing the fact that him and Harry were engaged in his face.
2. Rub his face on Harry's ass or get his ass eaten out by Harry

Louis really wanted to go for the latter option but there was this one little problem

What if Harry didn't want to eat Louis' ass or in Niall's case what if Harry didn't want Louis to grab his ass like he fucking owns it?

Ugh, Louis wished he was Julie sometimes.

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It felt weird not writing through Louis' PoV in the last chapter, did u guys notice? Oh well.
See the fluff I write is uncontrollable , if you've read my previous stuff you would've realised that I'm a sucker for fluff and I wrote 90% fluff okay? So yeah. Anyway hope you liked it and I know this story will reach 3K votes after this chapter so thank you thank you thank you for that and thank you thank you thank you for the 1k comments I love you guys so much. Thank you thank you thank you for the love you've given to this story and me and the cuddles and flowers and chocolates and nuggets . Love you GUYSSSSS xxx