as Y/N's eyelids fluttered as she gained conscious, the first thing she saw was electric green orbs staring into hers.

"you're awake." said the curly-haired man, who looked incredibly hot in his white doctor's coat. wait WHAT? NO SHE CAN'T BE THINKING THINGS LIKE THIS?? he was too... popular. Adored by millions. She couldn't be part of his legion of screaming fangirls.

Harry stared into her dark marbles and slowly started wrapping a bandage around her hand.

"why are you-"

"don't worry about it. you're very hot."

"No i'm not, look at me! this perfectly soft brown hair, this non-blemished skin-"

"Shhh. you're beautiful." he leaned in to kiss her and Y/N inched closer too, before screeching in horror as she remembered that she hates physical contact. She pulled away from his touch, ignoring the sparks she felt going up her hand and the butterflies in her stomach.

"Playing hard to get are we?" he asked, smirking. "Well I like a challenge."

He then smashed his lips onto hers, his green marbles filled with lust. Y/N slowly reciprocated, running her fingers through his hair, his hands exploring her body. it potentially have lead to more, before they were interrupted.

"What. the. fuck."