Posts by Lun555

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] My mum was still on the phone, and my sister still hadn't gotten home yet. I knew she was bringing home a boy today, so I knew Louis and I would be safe from being caught. Mum would be all over Gemma asking her a bunch of questions about university and her boyfriend. I was honestly excited that Louis was going to be coming over in just a short amount of time.

He was my childhood crush. I thought about him all through the years in places and times I most certainly shouldn't have. It was honestly a bad thing to think about someone you knew absolutely nothing about like that, but I couldn't help it. Now was my chance to get to know him. I could have him for my own if I played my cards right. I had to tidy up my room first, though.

Though I was now twenty-one, my room was always still in a constant state of messy. Not in the way it used to be as a teenage boy, but more like the desk had too many bottles of water strewn on it or something like that. Silly little things only I would think about being a mess.

I got the cookies out of the oven and went downstairs to my room, hoping to avoid my mother (and succeeded), and went straight to my room. I got out my guitar and began strumming for a while, just to try to occupy myself while I waited for him. I figured my room was clean enough and I was just waiting now, but happily.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] I heard a small knock on the door, and my head looked up from the strings of the guitar to the entrance to my room. The basement was laid out so the door lead into the family room, then through a door was the hallway that lead to a bathroom on one door and my room through the other. Luckily, he navigated it just fine, and I saw him standing in the doorway to my room, holding out the cookie tin.

I smiled once I put the guitar down beside the chair I was sitting in. It was a chair that would absolutely swallow you up, and I just loved sitting in it. I motioned for him to sit on the bed that was near the chair, and I put the tin beside the guitar.

"Any troubles getting past your mum?" I ask, turning the chair so that I could look at him. He looked like an angel when he was cleanly shaven. But on the other hand, he also looked like an absolute model when he wasn't. He was certainly very fit, and had a nice little bum. Not that I would really know. Oops?

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] I watched him as he looked around the room, and I had suddenly felt myself grow more conscious about how it was going to appear to him. I really wanted to impress him for some reason. The same reason that I had pushed down in my heart for so long when I was a child. I just didn't want to admit it, but yeah, I probably did have the same feelings as I did when I was a young lad.

The room was starting to smell a lot like him. Doused with cologne. I didn't mind it, I just personally wasn't much of a cologne guy. I was definitely a strawberry shampoo bottle from costco and bath and body works Vanilla Bean Noel kinda guy. I loved scented soaps and things of that sort. I was the kinda guy who dreamed about taking baths with a pink petal bath bomb and some incense with a lover in the bathtub behind me. Legs tangled with each other. Taking handfuls of the pink water and washing the other person with a sensitivity only a person who had been through such rough situations could have made them so soft. But something told me he was more of a quickie in the shower kinda guy. Still hot and still as much love, just faster, more adrenaline, and less sensitivity. And god, the thought of having that balance with him, that was something I could only dream 'bout. But only for a while, I supposed.

"I've been playing since I was about thirteen. I write songs and stories and all that. I'm pretty quiet and keep to myself, so when someone actually gets to hear something, it, uh, pretty special." I say. I wouldn't share with him some of the songs I had up my sleeves, because they were old love songs about him. I was infatuated with the boy across the street who was forbidden for me. [/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] I shook my head, propping my feet up on the bed beside him, stretching out a bit. I was comfortable with him already, but I could tell he didn't feel the same. It worried me and even made me feel a little sad about it. I wanted him to be comfortable around me and have a good time, but it was obvious that wasn't about to happen for a while.

"No, stay. I'll get to see her in the morning and hear all about mum changed her bedroom into a guest room. Mum really wants us to move out, you know? I don't want to leave, though. Not until I get my feet on the ground." I say as I put my arms behind my bed, sitting back.

I didn't want to leave unless I had someone to leave with. I was a struggling writer and I was publishing stories like nobody's business, but no one knew. I was so underground that no one even knew my name. Mum blamed it on me not going to uni, but I knew it was cause I didn't have the emotion or motivation to put my all into it. I was just.. there. It wasn't my best work, and i knew that. But I had deadlines. I made such little money from sales that I was considering just throwing in the towel and going to university to get a business major. That's what my stepdad Robin wanted me to do. Work under someone and go to galas with a woman in a beautiful blue ballgown. But I knew that where I belonged was with a man being woken up with a up of coffee in a white room overlooking the Thames.[/justify][/fancypost]

[justify] I was thinking maybe we could redo the neighbor one but make it a bit more advanced/elaborate? I have the first post already typed up and ready if you'd like C:[/justify]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] "Probably just going to go into a business track. Get an internship and get a job at some corporate office, stuck in a cubicle or something." I say. Actually, I knew that's what I was going to end up doing. I was such a people pleaser that I felt like I had to be an office drone for my step-father.

I twirled a pen that I had lying around on my desk around my finger and smiled at him a little bit. I caught him staring into my eyes, and I thought that was the sweetest thing.

Getting up from my seat on the chair, I moved over to sit beside him on the bed and put my hand over top of his in a sly way. Okay, maybe not so sly. But still, I really wanted to kiss him. So I was doing good by holding myself back right now. My hand moved from his up to his jawline, and my thumb ran along his beautiful cheekbones.

I giggled to myself as I blushed, looking away but keeping my hand on his face, cupping his cheeks gently. "This is inappropriate, right? I shouldn't." [/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 400px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] I giggled to myself once more, still having my head ducked, my hair falling in my face. When I looked up I had to push my hair out of my face with my other hand. I was nervous as hell about this. I was almost sure he didn't want this, and I didn't want this to be the end. I wanted to have this moment be the moment. The moment that i could say started it all. But I was too nervous.

I took in a beep breath as I moved my other hand to cup his other cheek and leaned in a bit quicker than the normal slow pace, but I definitely kept my lips pressed to his. I had closed my eyes and let my mind wander to all the moments that I had only dreamed of this. If only 16 year old me could see me now.[/justify][/fancypost]

Will reply tonight! Promise!

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] I scooted closer to him when I felt his tongue slowly make its way across my bottom lip. I let him tangle his fingers in my loose curls, my breathing picking up.

I was so lucky I had decided to chew the fruity gum earlier before this, because I was really thankful of that. Of course, when I let his tongue quickly flick around, I had to grip onto his tattooed wrist tighter now. His tongue made quick, agile contact with mine, and I couldn't help but let out a small whimper from the back of my throat. Still deep, of course though. He smelled like a mix of cologne and more than one cigarette to enjoy today, but he tasted so sweet, like an herbal tea with sugar and a bit of milk. And also cigarettes. Bitter as they might be, the taste certainly suited him, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

I broke the kiss for a moment to take my large hand and move it down his shoulder and then to his hips, pulling the red Adidas jacket he had off his shoulders. It could possibly get a bit hotter in here.

I rested my head in his collarbone, and connected my lips to the skin on the bone, sucking on it lightly and then flicking my tongue over the small red tint it had to it now. Finally. Mine for the night.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] I let go of his body, letting his fingers drag along my skin as he let himself loosely pull on my arm as I got up to lock the doors. There were two entrances into my room so I had to be sure to lock them both. "Now they are." I smirked and pushed him lightly back down on the bed and slowly pulled the white fabric of his shirt up off his body and over his head and arms. I tossed it to the chair and I let my hands roam his torso, tracing his tattoos with a light touch of the fingertip.

I let my finer roam down from his pectoral area to above his belly button, spelling out how passionately I wanted him and how much I wanted him to make me his. For once. Forever. However he wanted this to go down. I was desperate to have his name in the back of my throat.

I pulled him up a slight bit to press my lips to his, and I had my eyes closed again. I let him slowly and delicately flick his tongue around again, mine taking turns to explore his sweet taste in my mouth. God, how I had waited for this.[/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] I gripped onto his shoulder tightly, letting my short nails just barely scrape against his skin, shivering slightly and letting out a soft, quiet moan. I loved a man who took charge, and I was absolutely swooning over how he just instinctively knew what to follow. I was honestly relieved he had experience, because though I did, I had mostly always been a bottom. So topping was absolutely going to be a nightmare if he wanted me to do it tonight. But of course I would if he asked.

"L-Louis.." I moaned out and let my hips grind up against his, creating beautiful friction between our jeans and hopefulness for my future. As stupid and lovesick as it sounded, I hoped that after this night was complete, we had something new between us. I didn't want to be a one night stand. I wanted to be the Tomlinson boy's one and only. [/justify][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; width: 500px; height: 200px; border-radius: 5px; overflow: auto; border: transparent;][justify] I nodded quickly, really wanting him. Wanting him to touch all over my body and leave myserious marks for the morning and just completely devour my existence. I needed him so badly right now and I couldn't help it. I needed for him to take me right here for our first time with each other. Oh god, I needed him.

My eyes met him, and I blushed lightly as we looked at each other, his hands pinning me down with ease. He was stronger than he looked. I was a squirming mess under him. I needed him so badly to just admit that he too wanted this and to just hurry up and have me. I loved the loveliness of his touches, but now I needed the assurance that came with sex.[/justify][/fancypost]

[justify] Today was not the day. I was not ready to be having to deal with a patient right now. I needed to focus, but it was impossible with what I've been having to deal with lately. Of course today of all days I had to figure out what she was doing to me behind my back. And of course it had to be him.

My wife had been seeing another doctor in the hospital behind my back for the past month. Dr. Horan. It was only when I caught them in the on call room together. It was the most horrifying and heartbreaking thing I had ever witnessed. Until today with the biggest emergency I had seen in a while.

"Dr. Styles to the ICU, Dr. Styles to the ICU." A nurse said over the intercom to the whole hospital. I sighed and set down my coffee I had in my hand from the lounge on the banister in front of the front desk of the dermatology wing where I was paged to before. From my wife. Who had cheated on me.

I hurried myself off to the stairs since it would be faster to get down to the ICU than the elevator. I could tell it was an emergency. I needed to get down there before something bad happened. My white coat trailed behind me as I rushed down the stairs to get to this page. I just hoped it wouldn't be too painful for the patient. I hated to see people in pain. That's why I fixed them.

I burst through the doors to the Intensive Care Unit and made my way over to where everyone was crowding around a man who was lying on the bed. He was conscious and looked frantic as people pushed and prodded on him and looked in his eyes with a flashlight and all sorts of other things. You knew it was bad when the chief of surgery was there looking over the patient frantically.

I hurried over to the patient and looked him over for a minute. He seemed to be in a lot of pain, loosing consciousness quick, and had a little bit of a distended belly. Oh no.

"Is he..?" I asked one of the doctors beside me, Dr. Payne. Ironic name, but he was one of the best, He worked in General Surgery.

"One of his kidneys has shut down from the shock and we aren't sure if we can get it back up and running or if he needs a transplant. Lots of glass in the arms and chest, so we paged plastics. Malik isn't here yet, though. Is he pregnant? Yes. He was conscious enough to tell us he is four months along." Dr. Payne said as he stepped back to let me have some room.

"Someone get me an ultrasound. Quickly, people!" I yelled over the chaos, and felt around his small tummy and listened to it on the stethoscope.

"Is he a John Doe? What do we know about him?" I asked around me, hoping someone would answer and fast. I needed to talk to him while he was still awake. I had a feeling the shock was going to get to him and soon. I needed to know some information.

Someone handed me his chart, and I saw his name on there and handed it back. "Louis? Louis, hey, I need you to stay with me, okay? Do you know anything about the baby? Any problems with the pregnancy so far I should be worried about before we check it out?" I ask and take his hand to hold to hopefully calm him down. He seemed to be extremely stressed and he needed to calm down before he hurt himself any further or the baby.[/justify]

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[justify] Today was not the day. I was not ready to be having to deal with a patient right now. I needed to focus, but it was impossible with what I've been having to deal with lately. Of course today of all days I had to figure out what she was doing to me behind my back. And of course it had to be him.

My wife had been seeing another doctor in the hospital behind my back for the past month. Dr. Horan. It was only when I caught them in the on call room together. It was the most horrifying and heartbreaking thing I had ever witnessed. Until today with the biggest emergency I had seen in a while.

"Dr. Styles to the ICU, Dr. Styles to the ICU." A nurse said over the intercom to the whole hospital. I sighed and set down my coffee I had in my hand from the lounge on the banister in front of the front desk of the dermatology wing where I was paged to before. From my wife. Who had cheated on me.

I hurried myself off to the stairs since it would be faster to get down to the ICU than the elevator. I could tell it was an emergency. I needed to get down there before something bad happened. My white coat trailed behind me as I rushed down the stairs to get to this page. I just hoped it wouldn't be too painful for the patient. I hated to see people in pain. That's why I fixed them.

I burst through the doors to the Intensive Care Unit and made my way over to where everyone was crowding around a man who was lying on the bed. He was conscious and looked frantic as people pushed and prodded on him and looked in his eyes with a flashlight and all sorts of other things. You knew it was bad when the chief of surgery was there looking over the patient frantically.

I hurried over to the patient and looked him over for a minute. He seemed to be in a lot of pain, loosing consciousness quick, and had a little bit of a distended belly. Oh no.

"Is he..?" I asked one of the doctors beside me, Dr. Payne. Ironic name, but he was one of the best, He worked in General Surgery.

"One of his kidneys has shut down from the shock and we aren't sure if we can get it back up and running or if he needs a transplant. Lots of glass in the arms and chest, so we paged plastics. Malik isn't here yet, though. Is he pregnant? Yes. He was conscious enough to tell us he is four months along." Dr. Payne said as he stepped back to let me have some room.

"Someone get me an ultrasound. Quickly, people!" I yelled over the chaos, and felt around his small tummy and listened to it on the stethoscope.

"Is he a John Doe? What do we know about him?" I asked around me, hoping someone would answer and fast. I needed to talk to him while he was still awake. I had a feeling the shock was going to get to him and soon. I needed to know some information.

Someone handed me his chart, and I saw his name on there and handed it back. "Louis? Louis, hey, I need you to stay with me, okay? Do you know anything about the baby? Any problems with the pregnancy so far I should be worried about before we check it out?" I ask and take his hand to hold to hopefully calm him down. He seemed to be extremely stressed and he needed to calm down before he hurt himself any further or the baby.[/justify]

[justify] I could tell he was in a lot of pain because he was flinching and squirming at each touch. He was obviously still in shock but it didn't cover all the pain. I felt so bad for him. Other than all that he was going through, he must have been through a lot. His eyes were drained and he had bags under his eyes, which were not from the crash.

I squeezed his hand gently and looked deep into his tired blue eyes. "We're going to do everything we can to save your baby, Louis. We just need you to stay awake for us, okay?" I said and got the jelly out and pulled the monitor close to the stretcher he was lying on. "Everybody, stand clear, okay? I need to be able to hear the heartbeat!" I order and everyone stepped back as I listened closely for a heartbeat when I moved the wand all over his slightly swollen belly.

"There's blood all around the uterus, I can't see a thing. But I hear a beat, and it's normal." I say, nodding to the other doctors to do their thing as I stepped back.

It seemed to have taken forever, but the head of plastics finally made his way to the bed and examined all the glass shards in his body. He looked carefully into the cuts. We were all relieved when he announced there was no infection in any of them. But there was one that was dangerously close to his right eye.

"I want to be with him when he goes into surgery!" I shouted once they started wheeling him away when they got the okay that the O.R. was ready. "You know, to monitor the baby." I say hesitantly. I don't know why but I felt an extreme connection to this patient.

I made my way closer to his beside and took his hand one more time. He had tattoos down his wrist and on his bare chest as well where some of the glass was poking out. "Louis, I need you to not open your right eye, okay? I need you to be as still as you can when they start to wheel you back. You're going to be okay, and I'm going to watch the baby's stats the whole surgery. You're both going to be fine."[/justify]

[justify] I walked behind the doctors who were rushing him into the operating room, and watched as they moved him from the stretcher to the operating room, the heavy doors closing behind us all. It was late at night and I was supposed to be going home right now to my wife. Though, it would be the wife I wouldn't want to see anyways, so I was happy to be with Louis right now. I mean- the patient.

They put him under the anesthesia, and as soon as they got an okay from the anesthesiologist to operate, they went ahead at it. I could barely watch as they worked, each beep setting me off and getting me worried.

They stopped the internal bleeding, and soon they let me in to check on the baby. There was one little thing I did notice when I went to look around. The baby's heartbeat was irregular (probably just from the stress of all the surgery at once), but I stayed to make sure he was monitored and healthy. Soon the surgery was over and they were wheeling him to a room in the ICU, and I was by his bedside.

I looked back up at the clock at about two. He had come in at six, so he was definitely under for a while. Should've been waking up soon. I sighed and ran a hand through my long brown hair and bit my lip.

"I just never expected this from her. I knew we weren't both happy in this relationship, but I just wished she would've treated this like adults instead of going behind my back and having sex with another doctor in the hospital." I sighed. "But that probably doesn't even amount to what you've been through lately, huh?" I said, genuinely talking to myself as I sat in the seat beside his bedside. [/justify]

[justify] It kinda surprised me when he started talking, but it definitely made me smile. It gave me a ray of hope that yeah, this patient was going to be okay. Of course, I would have to examine the baby for the irregular heartbeat later when he was more conscious and I could explain it all to him, so I just decided to put all the medical stuff aside for now.

"You weren't supposed to hear that." I chuckled in my deep voice and shook my head to myself. We had a policy about not talking about personal issues to patients. But here I was, telling him all my personal business because I felt some stupid little connection to him. "But thanks."[/justify]

[justify] I actually have such high muse for doctors and cheating so that would be amazing to put together, if that's okay. Who do you want to play as?[/justify]