A/N: So before you start reading the book, please be sure to check out my other book Im currently writing! Its called Sweater Weather and Im writing it solo but I'm really exited for it so please go check that out!

This chapter was written by:
@desiringloubear

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Harry walked into Louis room quite frustrated. The day had been absolutely dreadful for the man. He was nagged on out by his boss for a simple mistake, Liam and Zayn had been nothing but unsupportive towards Harry about the surgery, and he still needed to find Louis a heart.

His troubles were pushed to the back of his mind when Louis smiled brightly at Harry. Almost as if Louis could tell that the man was having a bad day. Harry couldn't help but smile a small smile back.

"Hey lou-" Harry began but was interrupted.

"Wait. Shut the door," was the first thing Louis said to Harry, his eyes wide and alarmed. Harry looked confused, but complied, locking the door and taking a few steps forward.

Louis squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then sighed, "Alright... I have a crush- no, fuck, that sounds like I'm eight. Uhm," he paused, cringing at his own words, "I met you like not long ago at all, and uh, I like you. A lot. Like, yeah, so," he kept his gaze on his lap, not daring to look up at Harry. The doctor only smiled, and went to sit next to Louis in the chair beside the bed. "Just thought I'd get that out there before I die," Louis muttered, barely audible.

Harry frowned at the statement, yet he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He hesitated, but then without thinking, leaned over and tilted Louis' head up, pushing his lips against the other man's. Louis was beyond taken by surprise, his breath hitching, but laughed against Harry's lips and kissed him back.

Their lips slotted together, Harry tilting his head the smallest bit to the side. And when he kissed Louis it was delicate and gentle, his lips like petals against Louis'.

Louis' eyes were squeezed shut, his one hand around the crook of his neck and the other holding onto his shoulder. The two gave and received small kisses, Louis chasing after Harry's lips every time they detached for a breath. He curled Harry's hair around his fingers, and caught his lips in between his own. They went back and forth, pressing various open mouthed kisses to each other's mouths until they were interrupted by Harry's pager. Louis let his lips linger for a moment, his mouth pressed against the corner of Harry's before he pulled away and let the doctor check his pager.

Harry sighed, "My shift is over," he was still taking partly deep breaths, and stood from the bed, his fingers dangling onto Louis'.

Louis lips were dark and puffy, his cheeks hot, and his breathing off beat with the heart monitor. Though Harry stepped right in, knowing that he was the cause of it. "Calm down love. Take deep breaths," he told him, to which Louis followed instantaneously.

The room was silent, the both of them still processing everything. Louis was the one to break the silence. "Nice lips."

Harry smirked, "I could say the same to you," he teased, looking down at Louis with fond in his eyes. His smile dimmed down. "We're going to find you a heart," Harry finally spoke out to what sounded like a whisper as his knuckles brushed against Louis' cheek. Louis sighed, leaning into the touch. He only nodded.

Harry continued, "You need to get some sleep. I'm going to head out, and I'll be back tomorrow. If there are any problems press the red button. You know the drill," smiled. Louis nodded once again, and slowly waved goodbye to Harry as he left the room.

When Harry got home from work, he wasted no time. He had been looking and calling for a heart in the past but found nothing. But after kissing Louis and realizing how much he's managed to mean to him within a short two weeks, it needed to happen. Louis life depended on it.

Sitting down at the desk, Harry opened his laptop, searching for hospitals from around the country in search for a heart.

He quickly dialed a number of a familiar hospital a few hours away. It took a few rings, but eventually someone answered. "Bell hospital, how may I help you tonight?" the receptionist asked monotonously.

"Yes, hello, my name is Dr. Harry Styles I am a cardio surgeon from the hospital of Manchester. May I please speak to the chief of cardio-thoracic surgery?" he asked. After a few moments the woman spoke up again, telling him that he was being transferred over.

Harry patiently waited before hearing someone speak up on the other line. "Hello, this is Dr. James Rowell how can I help you?"

"Hi Doctor, it's Harry Styles, a cardio surgeon from Manchester hospital. We have a patient in desperate need of a heart and a limit of one week left. Do you have any heart donators in your hospital that could help us?"

A sigh was heard from the other side of the line, "We actually don't Doctor, but if you want we can put you on the waiting list?"

Harry shook his head despite the other man's inability to see him, "No thank you, Doctor. Thank you for your time," he said, and hung up the phone.

Almost three hours went by after Harrys' shift ended had ended and he had been doing nothing but searching for a heart donating hospitals for Louis. There has been absolutely no luck and they needed a heart. Now, because they were running out of time, Louis' life was on the line.

"Hello? Heart, development, donation and care center, how may I assist you this evening?"

"Yes, hello this is Dr. Styles of Manchester hospital speaking," he began, "I was wondering if you had any hearts available within the next few days. My patient has a limit of one week," he explained.

Harry waited, hearing the sound of pages being flipped around and the sound of soft distinctive chatter in the background. When the woman spoke up again Harry held his breath. "We actually have two hearts available. They are on machines and would need to be sent over as quick as possible. One of a twenty-two year old man and one of a twenty-nine year old," she told him.

Harry wanted to throw his phone against the wall with excitement, "Yes thank you so much. I will send you my patients information to see if either one of them matches up with his," he says, already typing up an email on his laptop.

The woman on the other lined hummed in agreement and the both of them chatted about all the information before hanging up.

Harry sat in silence, tears gathered in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and got dressed. Everything was too exciting for sleep at this point, so instead, Harry found himself in his car and on his way to the hospital.

When he arrived at room 201 he waited outside for five minutes, waiting for an email back to say yes or no, hoping that one of the hearts was a match. And once the email came, he grinned so large his lips may of fallen off, and barged into Louis' room.

"Lou," he whispered softly, slightly shaking at Louis' arm.

"Hmm?" the man mumbled, eyes still closed not moving from his spot.

"Lou," Harry chuckled, shaking him again.

This time Louis slowly opened his eyes, looking at Harry in confusion, "Is everything okay?" be asked tiredly, closing his eyes again just because.

"Lou, its perfect," Harry smiled brightly, "you're getting a heart," he murmured against Louis' temple.

Louis shot up, staring at Harry, "Oh my god!" he exclaimed, pulling the Doctor down onto him in a hug, burying his face in the crook of Harrys neck. "God, thank you so so much! I thought I was going to die!"

Harry smiled, rocking Louis back and forth, "I told you. I promised that wasn't gonna happen on my watch, didn't I?"

Louis laughed as he pulled away, looking at Harry eyes full of tears of joy, "Im gonna kiss you," he beamed, and with no more words pushed his lips onto Harry's.