the one where YN has a one-night stand, who turns out to be her boss at the hospital where she now works.
author's note: surprise!! doctor!harry is here to surprise you! i know i've been radio silent for a while, and i apologise for that but work has been so busy recently that i've not had a minute to myself. but i've found it, and i've spent it writing this for all of you! thanks for all ya support!
word count: 10K of smut, fluff, angst and everything in between (and also harry being the cutest paediatric doctor anyone has ever seen)
let me know what you think of good omens here! mwah <3
#1
The first time it happened was completely accidental. Well, as accidental as sleeping with a co-worker could be. A co-worker who she didnât know was a co-worker just yet.
It was YNâs first day as a paediatric surgeon in a new hospital, in a new town and she couldnât save him. She couldnât save him. He was twelve years old. It wasnât the first time that YN had lost someone, and it certainly wasnât going to be the last. But, for a day that was supposed to be filled with new beginnings â ones that were supposed to last â it just didnât feel like a good omen in YNâs eyes.
Thatâs how she ended up at the bar, on her third or fourth drink of god-knows-what when she knew that she shouldnât. YN knew, in the back of her mind that there was no way that she could have saved that boy, no matter what she did. It was too late, and she had done her best but today her best just didnât seem good enough.
When the handsome stranger sat next to her she didnât think anything of it at first. He ordered his drink and just sat there. He didnât look at YN, and YN didnât look at him. They just sat there. From the sparing glance that YN took of the man he was attractive but that wasnât on her mind right now â how could it be?
That was until her drink was placed on the bar in front of her, when she had just finished hers and she hadnât asked for a new one. YN cast her eyes on the bartender, who just motioned in the handsome manâs direction. YN turned to him, and this time instead of facing forward he was looking directly at her. YNâs eyes dropped down to the drink in front of her one last time, before looking at the mystery man again who was smiling, a very pretty smile at that.
âLooked like you needed it,â He shrugged, lifting his own drink to his lips, and taking a sip.
YN scoffed a laugh, âI donât take drinks from strangers.â
âSmart girl,â The man nodded before turning back to the bartender, âBut Benny can vouch for me, canât you Benny? Went straight from Bennyâs hand to in front of you.â
YN sighed again, dropping her eyes down to the glass in front of her before lifting back up to the stranger.
âFirst name basis with the bartender,â YN lifts an eyebrow at him, âCome here a lot?â
The man shrugs, âOnly when I need to.â
YN sighs, contemplating what she was or was not going to do before she just did it. She picked up the glass and took a sip, placing it down with a slight thunk on the counter. The smile on the manâs face was all she needed.
âIâm YN,â She holds out her hand for the man to shake.
He looks at her, then at her hand and drops his into it, âIâm Harry.â
An hour later YN had hardly made it through her front door before his lips were on hers. The door shut with a bang, one that YN would have probably cared about if she wasnât being hoisted up against it. Harryâs hands slipped down from her waist to her ass until he was gripping her thighs and lifting her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, but the entire time their lips never left each other.
âBedroom,â Harry mumbled against her lips, before starting an assault down her neck.
âDown the hall,â YN gasped, trying to hold in her moans as his teeth nipped along her neck.
They bumped into a few things along the way, a chest of drawers that was conveniently placed right outside the entrance of her bedroom and then the doorway that neither of them could have moved. When they did make it into the room, it wasnât long before Harryâs lips were back on hers.
âYou sure about this?â Harry murmurs against her lips and YN pulls away.
âI am,â YN runs her hands down through Harryâs hair until it is at the collar of his blazer, âAre you?â
âHell yes,â Harry reattaches his lips to hers just as her hands slip from the curls at the nape of his neck before they run themselves along the collar of his blazer and help him shrug it off. YN brings her hands around the front to the collar of his shirt now, unbuttoning it from the top down to the bottom until she can pull that off his body also.
Her eyes widen in surprise at the ink across his chest and arms. From what she could see (which wasnât a lot with his blazer and shirt on) she hadnât suspected his body to be littered in the dark ink, and she couldnât help but run her fingers along the ink, following the designs with her fingertips.
âTattoos?â
Harry chuckles, tapping her chin with his finger so she moves her eyes up from his chest to his eyes. Her body nearly gave out in that exact second.
âWhat?â He chuckled, a playful smile toying his lips, âYou like them?â
YN just sighed, âAsk me again when I can think straight?â
Harry laughed, leaning back down to kiss her again. His fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt, and they separated for the second it took YN to lift her arms up and for Harry to pull the shirt off of her body. YN moved to unbutton her trousers, a giggle escaping her lips as Harry helped her when they got stuck around her calf.
When YN had dressed for the day, she hadnât factored this happening at all, and her mismatched bralette and panties (both a soft cotton instead of anything fancy for comfort reasons) werenât the sexiest and she knew that. But, when her eyes met Harryâs again, and she saw his eyes flicker up and down her body, none of that mattered anymore.
Harry placed a few chaste kisses onto her lips once again before moving down her neck, down to the exposed skin of her breast above her bralette. A shiver ran down her spine when his hands moved around her back, his fingertips dancing across her skin before skilfully unclasping her bra and allowing it to fall from her body, exposing her breasts to him. The material was discarded on the floor, and YN swore she saw his eyes widen at the sight of her chest exposed to him.
He dropped back down to the top of her breasts, kissing and every once in a while nipping slightly. Once he wrapped his lips around her nipple, YNâs entire body lurched forward. Her thighs tried to tighten, just to relieve some of the pressure that was building within her. Instead, YN found herself pulling Harry closer to her by her thighs, the thing cotton of her panties not creating much of a barrier between her and Harryâs crotch. YN bites her lip in hopes of suppressing the moan that was attempting to slip from her lips.
YN canât help but grind her hips forward towards his, shivering slightly when Harryâs teeth nip over her nipple.
âHarry,â YN almost mewls, her hips bucking up again, âPlease.â
âPlease what, darling?â Harry taunts, releasing her nipple with a slight âpopâ.
YN just rolls her hips towards his once more, and Harry seems to get the hint. From there he moves downwards, littering kisses down her ribs and towards the top of her panties.
âCan I?â Harry asks, his fingers moving to the hem of her panties, slipping them just underneath upon her skin. YN shivered, her hips involuntarily bucking up towards Harryâs touch.
âYes,â YN gasped, the cool air of the room hit the heat between her legs as Harry tucked his thumbs into the sides of her panties, âPlease⌠Harry.â
YN sighed into the feeling of Harryâs lips pressing into her thigh as he pulled her panties completely off. Even though this man was a complete stranger to her â the way that he was looking at her. The way that his eyes danced down her body, the way they looked into hers as he placed kisses on the inside of her thighs, itching closer and closer to the heat inside of her legs â her judgement was clouded as to whether they were actual strangers.
âAm I getting warmer?â Harry jokes, his fingers coming to rest on YNâs stomach, trying to stop the way that she was lifting her hips upwards.
âYouâre such a tease,â YN sighed, her body withering once more as he pressed a kiss right on her pubic bone.
Harry just grinned up at her, a playful smirk toying on his lips once more, âHave I found it?â
âYouâre there. Bingo. Please.â
One last pleasing look to Harry, and it was as though he dived in. He didnât even hesitate, his mouth dropped down and his lips attached to YNâs clit. Her entire body lurched forward, and without even thinking her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip to conceal the sounds that were threatening to escape. His lips applied just enough pressure, changing every so often to bring her closer and closer. When his hands reached forward and rolled her nipples between his fingers, she was gone.
âWanna hear you,â He mumbles against her, the vibrations of his words transferring to her skin, âNeed to hear Iâm making you feel good.â
âYouâre making me feel so good,â YN reassured him, a gasp leaving her lips as he started to flick his tongue against her. YNâs hands dropped down and slipped through his curls, allowing herself to grind against his face. The hand that was rolling her nipple moved to slip down between their bodies. He pulled away for a second, just to rub his pointer finger across her clit before dipping it inside her. YN mewled, her hands reaching out to grasp the duvet beneath her, âDonât stop, so fucking good.â
The way his fingers and tongue worked simultaneously brought her closer and closer with every movement. YN had never in her entire life had a one-night stand where the first thing the man did was eat her out. It was not only unheard of, but it was divine. The mewls and groans that left her lips were only heightened by his quickening pace, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
âHarry,â Her thighs attempted to close, only for Harryâs hand (the one not currently inside of her) to push them back open. There was something about him not only bringing her closer and closer to orgasm with his tongue and fingers but also the way he was manhandling her that YN couldnât handle, âIâm so close.â
He brought his lips away from her clit, only to immediately start rubbing it up and down with his thumb.
âYou going to come for me?â He asked, a boyish smile crossing his lips, ones that were glistening with her juices, âCome on. Come for me, baby.â
That one pet name was all that she needed. Her hips were rising from the bed, and her legs started to shake from over his shoulder. She could feel the orgasm from the tip of her toes right up to her head. Small gasps left her body, but Harry worked her through it.
Once the initial wave had stopped, YN dropped her body back on the bed and tried to gain control of her breathing. Harry didnât wait a single second before he was climbing up her body, so he was hovering over her again, leaning down to capture her lips with hers. She could feel his cock pressing into her leg, and by the slight movement in his hips she knew that he was waiting for his time, and she was more than happy to oblige him.
Her hands snaked down his body, from his shoulders down to his stomach before they toyed with the button on his trousers.
Harry pulled away, only for a second to drop his eyes to where her hands were on his trousers, âYou want to do this?â
YN nodded, âWanna feel you. Need to feel you.â
Harry chuckled, helping her to push his trousers down along with his underwear until his cock sprung out at her.
âThen who am I not to oblige?â
The next morning YN woke up with a slight pounding in her head. It wasnât as bad as she thought it would be, but she guessed the fully drunk bottle of water that was on her bedside table had done the trick. Her alarm had been set for seven, and that sound was the only thing she could hear in her room.
Just as YN was about to peel the covers back off her body and start getting ready for the day â she felt it. It was light, but she could feel it. A leg, presumably belonging to the person that she had just realised was sleeping next to her, just skimming the side of her leg. They werenât facing each other, but the second that YN turned her head and saw that face looking at her, all the meme flies of the previous night came flooding back to her â work, the drinks, the sex.
Without even thinking she reached her arm out to tap Harry, lifting him from his slumber in a less-than-calming way. His eyes opened for a second before a groan left his lips and he immediately closed them, dropping his head back down to the pillow.
âHarry,â YN mumbled, slipping out of the bed, and clutching a blanket to her body to preserve at least a smudge of the dignity she had left, âI need to go to work, and you need to leave.â
He sighed, turning his head on the pillow to face her again, âWhat time is it?â
âItâs seven,â She responded, âI need to shower and get ready and Iâm going to be late to work.â
Before she could even finish her sentence he was jumping out of bed, leaning down to grab his discarded clothes, and starting to pull them on his body. YN just stood there watching him, still clutching the blanket to her body.
âYouâre not the only one thatâs going to be late for work,â He sighed, throwing his shirt back on his body and taking quick steps towards her. He stops, leans down, and presses a kiss to her cheek, âIâll let myself out.â
âOkay,â She nods, not completely trusting herself with her words, but she has no idea why, âBye.â
âBye!â He called out and just like that he was out of her room and a few seconds later she heard the front door slam, and he was out of her apartment.
It wasnât as though she expected anything else â this was a one-night stand after all. However, there was a part of her that wished she had the balls to ask for his number or something. There was a part of her that was disappointed that the man who had given her the best sex sheâd ever had didnât seem interested in wanting her number or rushing out the way he had.
YNâs shock was short-lived, especially when her alarm clock beeped from the side of her, and she had no choice but to get on with her day. Dropping the blanket she made her way into the bathroom, sighing when she saw the state of herself in the mirror.
Despite the lack of headache, her body looked as though it had been through the wringer. Her hair was a mess, knotted and tangled all over the top of her head â just from looking at the front she dreaded to think what the back looked like.
Once her eyes had left her head, they fell to her neck and drew a line down to her breasts. From around her collar gone down she was covered in marks, some of them small and some of them bigger. The ones around her breasts were the biggest, and just the sight of them sent YNâs mind back. She ran her fingertips along the tender skin, reminding herself of the kisses and the touches that they had shared. With a shake of her head, YN pushed all of the thoughts of Harry out, turned her shower on and waited for the water to heat up.
It was her second day. Her second day. Her thoughts werenât supposed to be clouded by the man she had met in the bar whilst trying to get drunk, trying to forget what a disaster her first day had been. Instead, she wasnât thinking about everything she needed to do today, or what could potentially come through the door of the hospital that she would need to focus her strength on, she was reliving the night she had just had as she ran her loofah across her skin, tracing the pattern that Harry had taken.
As she stood with the warm water running over her body, she scolded herself for not doing something. She could have said something, anything to ask him, or followed him before he left the flat. But she didnât, and she would probably never see him again â and she would have to live with that.
Shampooing her scalp helped remove the stress that was starting to build up in her body. Whilst the irrational side of her brain was telling her all of things that she could have done, the more rational side of her brain was letting her know that it was just a one-night stand. That it was just a one-night stand that she was never going to see again, and that was fine. That was fine.
The more YN thought about it, and the more that she scrubbed her scalp (it was starting to potentially hurt at this point) she brushed (scratched) all of these thoughts out of her head. She had to focus on the most important thing here, and that was her second day of work.
Once she was scrubbed and sparkling and fresh from the night before, she dressed and made her way to work. There was something that made YN feel powerful about her line of work. Maybe it was the fact that she got to save lives every day, or maybe it was the fact that those lives were children, but she felt powerful. Yesterday was just a slip-up, and everything will be fixed today she knew it was.
Once she had pulled her white coat on, and attached her I.D. to it, she made her way over to the nursesâ desk where some of the other doctors on the wing were. Iris, one of the trainee specialists that YN had met yesterday and was going to be working under her was already there, flicking through some paperwork for some of their patients for the day.
âYou lookâŚâ Iris looked YN up and down, âDifferent.â
âDifferent?â YN just laughed, âYou saw me stressed yesterday. Today Iâm not stressed. Today Iâm fine. Today Iâm ready for work. Today is a new day. Today is a new day, and it is going to be a good day!â
Iris stared at YN, watching as the woman tapped her nails against the top of the desk waiting for Iris to pass her the files for their patients today so she could get on with the day. She could feel today was going to be a good day. No room for distractions, just her and her work.
âAre you sure youâre feeling okay?â Iris raised an eyebrow at YN, watching as the girl just smiled at her.
âIâm feeling fine. Iâm feeling good,â YN smiled, finally stopping the tapping on the desk to hold her hand out to receive her first patient file, âNow, I have a bladder to operate on in an hour and I need to read my patientâs chart.â
Iris didnât seem too convinced by her answer but carried on anyway, âI donât have it. The peds consultant, Dr. Styles just went in for a consult.â
âOh,â YN looked surprised, looking over her shoulder to look at her patientâs room but she couldnât see anything through the door, âI havenât met him yet. How long has it been since he went?â
âHe wasnât working yesterday,â Iris shrugs, âHeâs lovely. Really. Everything you expect from someone who has spent years of his life saving kids.â
YN wasnât surprised at that. There is a certain type of person who worked in paediatrics. These people had to be kind but stern. They had to be strong but compassionate. Being a doctor, or a surgeon anyway was tough but when children are involved, it complicates everything â makes everything more emotional. There had to be a type of detachment in the person â knowing that these patients were children, and there is a certain higher level of emotion attached to them but how you couldnât let that emotion rule takes guts.
When YN first went to medical school paediatrics was the last thing on her mind, but by the time she had finished, it was the only thing that she could think about. Now â here she was.
âWell, I hope heâs not going to be long,â YN sighs, tapping her nails against the desk again, âGot pre-ops to do, and I donât really fancy standing and waiting here for any longer.â
âStop complaining,â Iris sighs, standing up and moving around the desk so that sheâs next to YN, âAnd heâs here.â
YN sighed, pushing herself up and turning around. She was used to the introductions by now. Whilst peds doctors are lovely and have some sort of emotional intelligence they are still doctors, and that comes with some sort of arrogance. All she needed to do was introduce herself and then she could get into the operating room â where she wanted to. Thatâs all she thought she would do, but the second she turned around she knew that wasnât going to be the case at all.
âHi,â He stopped right in front of her, his hand reaching out as though it was going to shake hers, âIâm Dr. Styles.â
Turns out she didnât need his number. Turns out she was going to be working with him.
#2
The second that it happened YN had just finished surgery. A kidney transplant on a nine-year-old boy. She was exhausted. She was stressed, and all she wanted to do was go home and go to bed â that was what she needed to do. Just as YN pulled her scrub cap off her head and followed that with a yawn she felt a hand wrapping around her waist. Just a second later she was being pulled into the closest room, which just happened to be a janitorial storage room.
YN sighed, facing the back wall, and taking in the musty scent along with the brooms and mops that were lining the back wall. She didnât need to know who was with her, and that was the problem.
âYouâre avoiding me,â He spoke, and YN still didnât turn around. She didnât want to turn around, âYouâre avoiding me, and you canât avoid me.â
YN sighed, âIâm not avoiding you. I see you every day.â
âIn consults, YN!â YN ran her hand over her forehead, still looking at the wall, âIn consults, where you donât even look me in the eyes! Iâve tried and tried, and you wonât talk to me!â
âBecause youâre my boss!â YN flung around, looking Harry directly in his eyes. The way she raised her voice caused Harryâs eyes to widen, and the way he immediately saw her eyes start to fill up caused them to soften straightaway, âYouâre my boss, and I slept with you!â
âYN,â Harry sighs, taking a step towards her with his hand out. Before YN could flinch she pulled away, âYou didnât know that that I was your boss, that is not your fault.â
âYou are still my boss, Harry,â She sighs, trying to stop her lips from turning into a frown, âYou are still my boss, and Iâve slept with you. Youâve seen me naked! Iâve seen you naked! Youâre my boss!â
âYN, you need to listen to me,â Harry was the one sighing now, running his finger across his eyebrow, âYou did not know that I was your boss. I did not know you were a surgeon, never mind the surgeon on my staff! We both didnât know and if we donât talk this out â weâre not going to be able to work together and thatâs dangerous. I know it, you know it. How can we treat our patients, those children out there if we can barely look at each other in the eye?â
YN sighed, knowing that it wasnât the most sanitary, but she was tired. She dropped down to the floor, her back leaning against one of the shelves covered in cleaning supplies. Harry sighed and dropped down next to her, resting his elbows on his knees.
âWhy didnât you ask for my number?â
YN had interrupted the silence that had washed over them, and Harry didnât say anything straight away. He turned to look at YN, but she was staring straight ahead â at the other shelves with boxes of cleaning supplies on.
âWhat?â
âWhy didnât you ask for my number?â She asked again, âBefore you left. Why didnât you ask for my number?â
âI wanted to,â Harry responds this time, but YN still doesnât look at him, âI wanted to, but I was late. I forgot.â
YN laughed. She couldnât help it, âYou forgot? You slept with me, and then you forgot to ask for my number?â
Harryâs head turned to hers quickly, his eyes laced with shock, âYou didnât ask for mine. You couldâve asked for mine, you couldâve.â
âI couldâve if you didnât race out of the room like there was a fire under your arse!â
Harry sighed again, looking straight ahead at the shelves. They were in silence again, and then his hand reached out to grasp hers. She tried to pull away, but he didnât let her. Instead, she snaked his fingers through hers and pulled her hand so that it was resting on her knees.
âOliver,â Harry sighed, running his thumb over the back of her hand, âThe patient that you did the bladder operation on, you removed his tumours.â
âYeah?â YN sighed, unsure as to where this was going.
âThat was my friend's kid,â Harry sighed, not stopping as he ran his thumb over the back of her hand, âOliver. Oli â thatâs what we call him. Heâs a bubbly kid, kind, good at sports. He was fine. Then one day he wasnât. His parents took him to his GP, he said it was a bladder infection. They came to me, and I said the same. I said the same. They begged me to run more tests, begged me. I didnât, he got worse, and they came back. I ordered the tests and ââ
âHe had cancer, and I removed his tumours,â YN sighs. Before she could help it, she pulled his hand on top of her knee and ran her thumb over the back of his hand.
âI went to the bar because I was trying to not think about it, and then I saw you,â Harry sighed, shrugging slightly, âAnd I, for that night could push everything out of my head. I could push the fact that I missed it out of my head. Then I woke up, and I forgot to ask for your number because I was late to make sure that he was alright before his surgery, and I wanted to be there for his parents. Then I saw him, and then I saw you and then I remembered â I should have asked for your number, but it didnât matter.â
âBecause I was here,â She sighed, and he pursed his lips together and nodded, âBut then I ignored you because I slept with my boss, and I thought you didnât care.â
âI did care,â He sighed, âI do care. It was justâŚâ
âIt was a bad day,â YN sighed, a small smile gracing her lips, âWe all have bad days. Iâm sorry for ignoring you.â
âItâs okay,â Harry smiled, âCan we not ignore each other anymore? I know itâs weird that youâve seen your boss naked but ââ
âWeâre okay,â YN laughed, âAs long that you donât find it strange that youâve seen your colleague naked too.â
He joined in with her laughter, the sound filling up the once-silent room. It had been a month of this silence, this lack of communication between them and even though YN was exhausted â she felt better. Once the laughter had died down, YN realised that she was still holding his hand, her thumb still rubbing on the back of her skin.
YN looked up at Harry, her breath catching in her throat when she realised that he was staring right at her. It was as though the room around them had shrunk, pushing them closer and closer together until their faces were only inches apart. They had just made up, and then all of a sudden his lips were on hers.
YN moved, their lips not separating so that she was straddling his lap. The room now wasnât small, and it wasnât just filled with cleaning supplies â it was filled with their deep breaths, their moans, the sound of their lips moving against one another. YNâs hands slipped into the curls at the nape of his neck, just as they had done that night a month ago. Harryâs hand slipped underneath her scrubs, grabbing against her waist, and pulling her closer to him.
That feeling was back, the one that she had felt before. The one where it felt good, as though (and she knew how crazy this sounded) that they fit together perfectly. The feeling of his hands on her, and his lips on hers was everything that she needed.
That was until there was a knock on the door.
âExcuse me!â The voice was deep, and not one that YN recognised, âI need to get into my storage cupboard unless you want the entire hospital to be dirty!â
YN and Harry pulled away, a string of laughs escaping their lips as they tried to pull their selves together. Harry pulled the door open once they looked a little more presentable, revealing Mark, the janitor, standing there with his hands on his hips.
âSorry, Mark,â Harry nodded, clearing his throat slightly, âBad day.â
Mark scoffed, watching as YN fluttered past them and started to move down the hall. She didnât move fast enough to not hear him say, âKeep your bad days to the on-call room next time.â
âSo,â It was later on in the day, and YN had managed to get some sleep in one of the on-call rooms before she was back to it. She hadnât seen Harry since their little adventure in the janitorâs cupboard earlier today, not until right now, âI was thinking.â
âOh,â YN sighed, continuing to flick through the charts that were in her hands, âThatâs dangerous.â
Harry laughed, and that was when YN turned to look at him. He was in his scrubs, his hands in his white lab coat. All YN wanted to do was wish that they were back in that cupboard, mainly so she could kiss him again.
âMy thinking isnât dangerous. I think I come up with brilliant ideas,â Harry leant against the nursesâ station, his body leaning towards her.
âOkay,â YN closed her chart so that she could angle her body towards his as well, âWhat is this brilliant idea youâve come up with?â
âI think we should go on a date,â YNâs eyes widened, but before she could say anything to him he carried on speaking, âI think we should go on a proper date. Dinner, or a movie â something. A proper date.â
âThis was your brilliant idea?â YN raised her eyebrow, âTo ask me on a date?â
âYes,â He beamed another smile at her, âProperly. Weâre going to do this properly.â
YN cleared her throat and took a step closer to Harry so that they were not at a professional space away from each other.
âSo,â YNâs eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips, âThis whole⌠doing it properly thing? Does that mean we canât have sex?â
Just when YN thought he was going to kiss her, Harry stepped away. He walked away from her.
âHarry?â She exclaimed, her arms dropping open.
âWeâre doing this properly!â He called back, not even turning to look at her, âIâll pick you up at eight!â
YN sighed, shaking her head, and watching as he turned the corner out of her view. She turned back to her chart, but before she could open it her eyes caught Iris â who she had completely forgotten was sitting behind the desk when Harry walked past.
âI donât even know what to say,â The girl spoke, eyes still open wide, âI feel like Iâve just watched some sort of soft porn. I feel like Iâm at work, and Iâve just witnessed soft porn with my own two eyes.â
YN laughed, she couldnât help it, âI think youâre in shock.â
âI think Iâve just watched soft porn between my two co-workers â my two bosses,â She adds, the shock on her face still not wavering, âNever mind that, one of my friends â my best friends, mind that â and her boss, who is also my boss.â
âIris,â YN clapped in front of her face, snapping her friend out of whatever shock she was in, âYou good?â
âIâm good,â Iris stood up, âI just think Iâm going to wash my eyes out.â
A few hours later YN was waiting for Harry outside the hospital, dressed in an outfit that wasnât exactly the best but wasnât the worst. YN hadnât expected to be going on a date this morning, but Harry had seen her in her scrubs, so a pair of jeans and a nice top wasnât going to be the end of the world.
âYou ready?â Harryâs hand hovered above her back as he joined her outside the hospital.
âIâm ready,â YN sighed, âIâm ready for our proper date. Can I find out where weâre going on our proper date?â
âNot yet,â He slipped his hand into hers, âIâll tell you when we get there.â
YN groaned but allowed herself to be pulled to Harryâs car. Harry drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand on YNâs. It felt comfortable. YN hadnât been on many first dates, but the ones that she had never felt like this. Saying that many of the people she had been on first dates with she hadnât already slept with, or she hadnât worked with them.
They pulled up outside what seemed to be a diner of some sort. YN hadnât lived here long, so she hadnât explored anyway but her house, the hospital, and the supermarket.
âWhat is this place?â
âYouâll find out,â Harry opened the car door for her, âNot a fan of surprises?â
âIâm a surgeon,â YN stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, âSurprises normally equal either more work for me or death. Iâm not a fan of surprises.â
âI think youâll like this one.â
Harry opened the door to the diner for YN, allowing her to step in first like a proper date. This was a proper date.
âHarry!â An older woman called from behind the counter, âItâs so good to see you!â
âHi, Mrs Chapman,â Harry didnât even flinch when the woman came and placed a kiss on her cheek, âHow are you?â
âIâm fine, doll, how are you?â The older woman pulled away but kept her hands firmly on Harryâs arms, âStill the best doctor that ever lived? My Harrison is doing his exams later this year thanks to you.â
âIâm glad to hear that, Mrs. Chapman,â Harry finally managed to pull himself out of the older womanâs grasp, âAre we okay to sit?â
Mrs. Chapman looked over at YN, then she gasped and nodded, âOf course you are! Your boothâs free, Harry. Let me know if you need anything.â
Harry just smiled, leading YN towards a booth at the back of the diner with a hand on the nape of her back. Each time that YN found out a little bit more information about Harry, it shocked her and didnât simultaneously.
âDo you leach off a lovely woman whose child you saved?â YN asked, raising her eyebrow as she slid into the booth across from Harry.
âI do not leach,â Harry shook his head, passing YN a menu, âI found this place way before Harrison came to see me. Mrs. Chapman is a lovely woman, who now gives me free food now and then because I saved her grandson.â
YN just sighed, shaking her head, and looking down at the menu again. It had everything that a typical diner would have, but I suppose the thing that made it different from the rest was the connection that Harry had with it.
âDo you come here often, then?â YN asked, deciding on whether she wanted a burger or not, âTo be on a first-name basis with the owner?â
âMaybe,â Harry shrugs, not even looking at the menu as though he already knows what he is going to have. He then sighs, âItâs the only place around here thatâs open twenty-four hours. I come here because the foodâs nice, the people are nice and Iâm normally too tired to cook after a shift.â
âGod,â YN sighs, leaning back in the booth and crossing her arms over her chest, âIf Iâd have known this place existed I wouldâve saved so much money on crappy microwave meals.â
âOh,â Harry shakes his head, âNo, we canât be having that.â
âOkay then,â YN drops her menu on the table in front of them, âWhat do you recommend?â
They end up ordering way too much food than what would normally be appropriate for two people to eat. They had burgers, and milkshakes and god only knows how many different types of pie. The only constellation that YN had for it was that theyâd be able to take the leftovers home and that was one thing she loved more than eating out was the leftovers the next day.
âIâm stuffed,â YN sighed, dropping her fork down on her plate. She had just put back a burger, a handful of fries and half of two slices of pie (cherry and apple) in one sitting. In YNâs defence, she had been in the OR for the majority of the day, and that therefore meant scoffing a sandwich in the twenty-minute break she found herself having about six hours ago.
âSo, youâre not going to help me finish this last slice of pie?â Harry pouted his lips slightly at her, pushing the plate with the last bit of cherry pie towards her.
YN sighed, but it didnât take her long to pick up her fork and dig it into the last piece of the pie. YN ate half of it, and Harry had the other half. At that point, YN felt as though she was truly and honestly going to burst now. If it was socially acceptable to unbutton her trousers, she would have done that.
âThatâs it,â YN shook her head, waving her hands in front of her, âStop feeding me. I canât take it anymore.â
âIt was good though?â Harry nodded, âRight?â
âSo good,â YN sighed, unable to hold the smile off her face, âI donât think Iâve eaten this good since moving here.â
âNot much of a cook?â Harry laughed, wiping his hands with his napkin.
YN shook her head, leaning back on the booth. Even though she was having a lovely time, there was a part of her that was exhausted, but she wanted to stay. Even though every muscle in her body, every ache was screaming at her to go home and go to bed â she just couldnât. She didnât want to leave; she didnât want this night to end.
âIâm not much of anything,â YN shrugged, âIâm a surgeon. Thatâs about it.â
âI donât believe that,â Harry shook his head, âI believe that, yeah, youâre a surgeon, but I donât think thatâs all there is to you. Thatâs all I want to know.â
YN sighed, her teeth clamping down on the inside of her lip, âI guess youâre just going to have to wait.â
âIâm going to have to wait?â Harry laughed, âWhat am I going to have to wait for?â
âOur next proper date.â
Harryâs entire face beamed out into a smile, and YN couldnât help but join him. In all honesty, whilst there was a level of comfortableness between them there was also a part that made her giddy. It was new and it was exciting and even though alarm bells were ringing for her that this was her boss, she had never felt this way about anybody before.
She didnât think she ever would again.
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The third time it happened, YN knew that this was going to be for good.
âYouâre going to get married, and youâre going to have his babies and get a dog and Iâm just going to be watching from the sidelines. Single. With fifteen cats. No husband, no cute kids. No sexy husband thatâs good with the cute kidsâŚâ
âIris?â YN interrupts before the girl could carry on her rambling.
âYeah?â The girl beamed, a sad smile crossing her lips.
âYouâre doing it again,â YN sighed, dropping her hands to the top of her charts, âThe thinking out loud. The crazy cat lady thing. I know you think that youâre making yourself feel better by speaking into the universe, but itâs just sad Iris.â
âYou know whatâs sad?â Iris sighed, and thatâs when YN saw the glaze over her eyes again, âThat Iâm not going to have a hot doctor husband, and cute kids, and ââ
âThatâs it,â YN sighed, picking up her chart and moving away from her boyfriend, âIâm leaving. I canât listen to this anymore.â
YN had taken all but two steps away from the desk when she felt someoneâs arm knock into hers. She didnât even need to look up to know who it was.
YN and Harry had been living in bliss for the past six months. They had done this properly. They had been on dates, âproperâ dates as they had continued to call them, and every day just seemed to get better. That wasnât to say that they hadnât had their ups and downs. Two doctors, paediatricians at that, trying in a relationship would have its ups and downs. They were emotional, exhausted, and stubborn. That meant that every so often their heads butted together and it either ended up in them screaming at each other or just sitting in complete silence.
âWhat canât you listen to anymore?â He asked, his shoulder brushing hers and they walked down the corridor.
YN sighed, âIris is having her cat existential crisis again. I told you it was a bad idea for her to get a cat, and what did you say? You said it was a good idea, and now Iâm ââ
âWoah,â Harry stopped her, placing his hands on her shoulders to calm her down, âNow youâre having the cat existential crisis.â
YN sighed, lifting her hand to scratch her eyebrow, âSheâs infecting me. Harry, we have to do something. You must have some single friends. Something. We need to fix this.â
âWe donât,â Harry shakes his head, âI know sheâs your best friend and you ââ
Whatever Harry was going to say next didnât matter, and it didnât matter because a scream came from down the hall. It wasnât a good scream, and before anything else could be said the two of them were rushing down the hallway and into the room where the scream came from.
It was Paige. She was their latest patient, in for Lymphoma. It was a recent diagnosis â very recent and the girl was crying and screaming. The nurse looked as though she was going to have a breakdown herself.
âShe wonât let us put an IV in,â The nurse sighed, âWeâve tried everything, but she just keeps screaming.â
âItâs going to hurt!â Paige screamed back, wet hot tears streaming down her face as she looked between Harry and YN.
Harry looked at YN and she just nodded, âWeâll take it from here Kathy.â
The nurse nodded, leaving the room, and allowing the door to slam shut behind her. YN flinched slightly, but at the same time she knew how stressful children could be sometimes. She also knew that Kathy was coming off a long shift, and that could also factor into the stress.
âIâm sorry,â Paigeâs mother spoke from the corner of the room, her eyes welling up just like her daughters were, âSheâs never normally like this. I tried. Iâm so sorry.â
âDonât worry about it,â Harry smiled, dropping down onto the seat next to Paigeâs bed, pulling some gloves onto his hands, âNeedles are scary. Theyâre sharp, and theyâre scary.â
âItâs going to hurt,â Paige whined, her chest wracking with more sobs, âIt hurt last time, Dr. Styles, I donât wanna hurt.â
Harry sighed, âIt does hurt, Iâm not going to lie to you, Paige.â
YNâs eyes furrowed as Harry spoke but shrugged off his jacket at the same time. He pulled the tourniquet out of the unopened IV kit and wrapped it around his arm, pulling it tight.
âIt hurts, but only for a minute,â Harry smiled, âDr. YLN here is going to show you how itâs done, and Iâm going to explain every little step. Is that okay, Paige?â
Paigeâs tears were still falling, but her breathing had slowed down slightly. YN pulled on another pair of gloves and prepped the needle.
âThis rubber band is a tourniquet,â Harry explained, âYouâve probably had one before when you were having your blood taken. You see, it helps us to see your veins,â Harry pointed out the vein in his arm which had popped out. âDr. YN here is going to insert the needle and⌠yes itâs going to hurt, and itâs hurting but now itâs not.â
When YN had finished putting the needle into Harryâs arm, she looked back up to see Paigeâs tears had stopped and a small smile on her face.
âSo,â Harry smiled, pulling the needle out and holding some cotton wool on his arm, âHow about Dr YLN goes and gets a new IV kit, and your mother holds your hand whilst I do it, yeah?â
Paige smiles, nodding her head, âYeah.â
Once YN had brought a new IV kit into the room, she just stood by the door â watching. She watched as Harry spoke to Paige through the IV, keeping the young girl calm throughout the entire thing. Just watching Harry and watching not only how good at his job he was but also how he acted around the children was everything that YN needed to know.
The icing on top of the cake was when he started to tease the young girl, pretending that he didnât have any lollipops to give her, even though he had some in his coat pocket. YN smiled, watching as the girl who once had tears streaming down her cheeks was now laughing, playing with Harry, and trying to guess which pocket had the lollipops in.
YN walked out of the room with that cheesy smile on her face, trying not to make it obvious the reason why but she knew. Iris was still sitting behind the nursesâ station, and YN stopped in front of her and sighed.
âYouâre right,â YN chuckled lightly, âWeâre going to have really cute babies.â
âWe did good today,â YN sighed, placing the bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of Harry. YN dropped down next to him, accepting the space underneath his arm to squeeze into.
They had been on their feet a long time today, and just the fact that they were both now curled up on the sofa, with a glass of wine to soften the blow was all YN needed. Paigeâs surgery had a few minor complications, but it was nothing that YN couldnât handle. When Paige had woken up, the smile on her face knowing that she could finally eat the lollipop in a few hours that Harry had given her was enough for YN to know that it was worth it.
âWe did,â Harry sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, âPaige is going to make a full recovery and sheâll be back on her feet in no time â all thanks to you.â
YN sighed, âWouldnât have even been able to operate without you.â
Harry just sighed, his lips ghosting over YNâs head. There was a change in the atmosphere, and YN could tell. Harry didnât say anything else, and YN didnât know whether he wanted to talk or not.
âYou want to talk about it?â She spoke quietly, her finger drawing lines along his knee that was sprawled out in front of her.
Harry sighed against her, pressing another kiss to her head, âNot now. I will later though, I promise.â
âOkay,â YN smiled, reaching out to grab Harryâs hand, âCan I tell you something?â
Harry hummed. YN hesitated for a second, not knowing whether this was the right time to do this or not. But then she remembered today, and she remembered that feeling that she had whilst she had been watching Harry with Paige. She remembered the tightness in her chest, and it wasnât worry or stress. She knew what it was, and all she could hope was that heâd feel the same way.
âI thinkâŚâ YN started but then she shook her head slightly, âNo, I know. I know that I love you, Harry.â
Harry lifted his head from the top of YNâs head, turning so that she was looking at him. When YNâs eyes met his, she was shocked to see that his eyes were slightly filling up. YN lifted her hand to his face, placing her palm on his cheek and making sure that he was okay.
âIâŚâ Harry started, and YNâs heart pummelled to the bottom of her stomach. She couldnât tell. She had admitted to the man that she was the love of her life, the man who was it for her and she couldnât tell what he was going to say. She froze. She froze, and then he smiled, âI love you.â
YN sighed, and it took everything in her to not pick up one of the cushions next to her and launch it at Harryâs head, âDonât scare me like that again. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.â
âWhat?â He laughed, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cheek and then to the nape of her neck, âWhat do you mean?â
âYour face, and the silence and ââ YN pulled away from him slightly, moving so that there was a gap between them. Until a wave of something covered her and before she knew it she was standing up, âThen the hesitation! You hesitated and you looked like you were going to cry, and then you hesitated to tell me that you love me!â
Harry sighed, sitting up with his knees open in front of her. Harry reached out for YNâs hands, but she pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.
âI love you. I love you more than anything YN, and I know that it hasnât been long â but I am ready to spend the rest of my life with you.â
YN sighed, but reached out and dropped her hands into Harryâs, âYouâre not upset with me then?â
âNo,â Harry shook his head, âI just⌠today, with Paige. That girl. She was so scared, so scared. Her parents were scared, and yet I couldnât stop thinking about you. Iâm a doctor, thatâs what I am and the entire time all I could think about was you. In the surgery, I wondered how you were feeling, and what you might have wanted for dinner tonight.â
YN sighed, reaching forward to place a hand on his cheek â his face leaning into her touch.
âHarryâŚâ
âI have never, ever not thought of the hospital, and my patients the entire day since I was a trainee. Then you come, and youâre always there â in the back of my mind. I love you so much, YN, and I would never hesitate to tell you that.â
YN didnât say anything else. Instead, YN took a step forward. She grasped Harryâs face in her hands. His hands snaked around her waist, pulling her body closer until his head was resting upon her stomach. YNâs fingers slipped through his hair, right until they were at those curls at the bottom of his neck that she loved. She could feel his lips pressing tiny pecks into her stomach over her shirt. Using the curls, she tugged lightly to pull his face away from her stomach, and she could immediately lean down and capture his lips with hers.
YN sighed into the kiss, her body collapsing onto his until she was straddling him. His hands picked up speed, slipping underneath her shirt as hers tugged on his hair â their lips moving together at the same rate.
âI love you,â Harry mumbled against her lips, not stopping his kisses for even a second.
YN pulled away for a second, pushing his hair off his forehead, âThen show me⌠please.â
Harry nodded, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips before helping YN up and off of the sofa. The two of them stumbled into YNâs bedroom quickly, their hands never leaving each otherâs body.
It was new, it was exciting, and it was good. It was love.
Harry dropped down on the bed, and YN followed â dropping on his lap just as she had been on the sofa. His fingers fiddled with the edge of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. She wasnât wearing a bra (it being the first thing to come off her body when she came home), and his lips immediately started placing kisses all over her chest and breasts.
âI love you,â He mumbled against her skin.
âDo you love me? Or do you love my boobs?â
Harry chuckled, his teeth grazing her nipple lightly, âI love you and I love your boobs⌠equally.â
YN laughed, pushing him away from her body lightly, âYouâre such an idiot.â
âI am,â He placed her kiss on her chest, âIâm an idiot,â he placed another kiss on her neck, âBut Iâm an idiot who loves you.â
Piece by piece their clothing was removed, and whispers and kisses and giggles were shared until they were both naked. They had moved further up so that Harryâs back was pressed against the headboard, YN hovering above him.
Their movements started slow, YN sliding herself down onto Harryâs cock. The feeling was full, and amongst that, it was full of love. Harryâs hands landed on YNâs hips, helping her move whilst YNâs clutched the headboard. YN gasped into Harryâs mouth as she started to rotate her hips.
âHarry,â YN moaned into his mouth, one of her hands leaving the headboard to grasp his shoulder. Harry started to help her, his hips rolling up to meet hers, causing YNâs nails to press into the skin of his shoulder.
âKeep going for me, baby,â Harry mumbled, his head dropping down to YNâs shoulder â his lips grazing her skin, âCome on, keep going for me.â
YN sped up her hips, listening to Harryâs words of encouragement. There was no way that YN could be closer to Harry than she was at this moment, but with each thrust, she wanted to be.
âSo wet for me baby,â Harry mumbled, âDoing so well for me baby.â
âHarry, please,â YN whined, her hips moving quicker and quicker with every passing moment, âI need more, I need you more.â
âYou wanna switch?â Harry pulls his head up from her shoulder, looking directly into her eyes, âJust tell me, baby.â
YNâs hips stopped and with Harryâs help, she lifted herself off him. YN whimpered slightly at the loss of contact, but the second that she moved so that she was on her back, Harry was hovering over her.
âHarry, please,â YNâs hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer to her.
âYou okay?â He asked, one hand on his cock to line it up with her entrance and the other one holding his body up by her head.
âPlease,â YN nodded, her hands scratching down his back again, pushing lightly on the top of his ass, âPlease Harry, I wanna feel you. Need to feel you.â
Harry didnât hesitate to push inside of her, taking YNâs breath away. He moved forward so that their foreheads were touching each otherâs. This was what YN wanted â what she needed. Each thrust of his hips felt as though he was bringing her closer and closer â not only to her orgasm but also to him.
âHarry,â YN whimpered, moving her lips onto Harryâs, âI love you.â
âI love you.â
Harry picked up the pace, moving his hips faster and faster until he saw the tell-tale signs. YNâs breathing turned faster, and one of the hands that was on his back reached out to the bed next to her, screwing the sheets into her fist. It hadnât taken Harry long to pick up the signs, listening to all of the signs that her body gave him. Once that switch was flipped, Harry knew exactly what to do.
âItâs okay, baby,â Harry mumbled against her lips, one of his hands slipping down between their bodies so that he could roll her clit between his fingers, âLet go for me, always look so pretty when you come for me â so pretty.â
âHarry, Iâm so close,â YNâs hips moved up to meet Harryâs. The mixture of both Harryâs cock inside of her and also his fingers on her clit, speeding the process along â that was all that YN needed. Her orgasm raked through her body, a line of whimpers escaping her lips, along with a string of Harryâs name. Harry coaxed her through her orgasm, not stopping his pace until he saw the signs.
Harry came not long after, his body going rigid against YNâs. Harryâs head leant down to capture YNâs lips with his again, slowing his hips down until he came to a complete stop inside her. He dropped down â his body weight falling upon YNâs. She felt comfort with it, his body weight pressed on hers.
Silence fell between the two of them, and it wasnât until a few minutes later when Harry moved to slip out of YN that any sound was made in the room apart from the sound of their breathing. YN felt an emptiness inside of her, but once Harry was laid at her side she wasted no time in moving closer to him. She lipped his leg in between his, her arm wrapping around his chest and resting on his shoulder.
âIâŚâ YN started, her finger lifting to run down Harryâs cheek ever so lightly, âThink youâre a good omen.â
âWhat?â Harry smiled, tilting his head down slightly so that he could look at her, where her head was resting on his shoulder.
âA good omen,â YN shrugged, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, âI think⌠you were brought to me to show me that everything is going to be okay.â
âIt is going to be okay,â Harry nodded, lifting his hand to brush her hair off her forehead, âEverything is going to be okay.â
It wasnât that YN believed in anything like that. She didnât believe in signs before all of this but now. Now, she believed that Harry was her sign. He was her sign.
He was her good omen.
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