"Mr Styles, this is Louis, he'll be your nurse during your stay, okay?"

The curly haired guy turns to the doctor with a dopey smile on his face.

"He had a morphine shot about an hour ago so he shouldn't feel a thing. Goodluck, Louis."

"Thanks Doc."

"Are you Louwee?"

I smile.

"Yep, that's me. Are you Harry Styles?"

"Hm. Say Louwee, your eyes are pretty bluewee."

He chuckles at his own silly words.

I smile.