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Assistant: Title: Lucky One l.s
        Author: yellowlerrie yellowlerrie 
        Chapter: 1/14 
        Summary: Louis considered himself unlucky in the afterlife of his parents' death, taking upon himself the responsibility of raising his sisters to the one who struggled to live and finish a college in search of a better life.Fighting against the system, with two jobs and triple responsibilities, Louis ends up getting the "big luck" of falling in love with his teacher, Harry Styles, whom he hated at first glance, being in his conception a mercenary doctor.Falling and rising from peaks of hate and sexual horniness and feelings, Louis Harry seeks to heal his traumas amid sheets and lip bites, convinced that they would not fall in love with each other, they barely know what lies ahead.
        Contents: Chapter 1: ° Welcome to the jungle °
    

    


  

  
  
    
     
  ° Welcome to the jungle °
 Welcome to the jungleWe take it day by dayIf you want it, you're gonna bleedBut it's the price you pay °° -LOUIS... - The boy feels big hands gently wagging his shoulders, ah... he didn’t want to wake up, couldn’t he have been there, just not existing? He grumbles and opens his eyes slowly, complaining about the light. -You have class. - Zayn achieves his field of vision, wearing a smooth white shirt and passing his hand on the shaved head. -Where are you going? - Louis inquires by scratching his eyes and yawning, sitting on the bed as he shattered his ribs. -Solve some things... there’s food in the fridge. Will you come back tonight? - Louis denied it. -Yesterday was the last day of May... - Louis sees Zayn compress her lips and then shakes her hand anyway. - I’ll figure it out, just stay the afternoon, yeah...? - Zayn nods half reluctantly sticking his phone in his pocket and grabbing his bag, throwing it on his shoulder. -Anyway, keep the key... - Says throwing a pair of keys in the direction of the other man, who grabs in the air, smiling lazy. - Take one of the frízer’s lunch boxes... -Zayn... - Louis warns him and the dark one, presses his lips, nodding. -Okay... bye baby. - The man says and throws a kiss in the air, Louis pretends to grab and smiles delicately at the other. He stretch a little and stare at the wall, one more day starting... maybe today you could drop a four-pound meteorite on his head, he really didn’t care. Face the window and the sky. -Hello, Mr meteorite, please come down on my head today... thank you. - Nod and sigh, releasing their arms beside the body. Even not feeling ready, he gets up to go to the bathroom, take a hot and extremely lazy bath. He digs into Zayn’s closet and grabs himself a pair of jeans, clean socks and a black sweater, searches for his backpack in the middle of the clutter of papers and books and tucks his lab coat into it, trying to put his briefcase on as well, unsuccessfully. Then, he starts to search the room for his mobile phone, throws the covers up, opens the drawers, searches the closet. - Oh come on! - Growls softly and kicks an outfit on the floor, the pants hit the bed and this heavy, Louis faces her and runs to her, digging his pockets and finding his cell phone. - Oh, thank God! – He smiles, swinging the device in his hands and look at the hours, almost falling hard back. I was late. Too late! - F@ck! - He screams sharply and starts to move, sticking his feet in worn shoes, jumping out of the apartment, stumbling and putting his thick moss green coat, sticking his arm in the backpack, the cell phone in his pocket and leaves the apartment, too rushed to get the lift. He runs down five floors and leaves on the sidewalk of the building, tumbling with a woman and tripping over a dog. The bus was parked across the street, smiles and starts to run, but soon must stop due to street traffic, mumbles several no and closes his fists, he does not think much, and sending a big f@ck, runs in front of cars, that honked and swerved away from the man running. He gets to the point alive, but as always, a wave of bad luck grabs him, he didn’t watch the bus leave, ran after it, but all he got was dust in his eyes and an asthma principle. -Sh@t! - Growls loudly and kicks the air, lowering the floor and rubbing the hair. - Calm down, Louis... If you run, you will arrive before the second class... - He says quietly and stands up, ignoring the mocking eyes of the people around him. He begins to run deliberately, counting the blocks and pushing people with his elbows, sweat dripping down his spine and the icy wind causing his cheeks to burn and his nose to dry. On the second block, he can see the majestic university of London, he giggles and puts a little more power in his legs, shooting through the campus as he could, but you know... It’s his life and he was no good so stumbles over, everything falling to the ground, lucky to be grass, because he would have opened his chin. Lucky for him, feel the irony, his briefcase falls forward, slipping the elastic and spreading all his notes across the lawn. He stands still, afraid to move and by some chance, burst into tears. And the day was just beginning. °° - YOU know right, sweetheart... this exams for an old lady like me...- The lady shakes tearfully and Harry bites his jaw, tired. Stare at the clock on his wrist, shaking the legs under the table. He simply hated attending to public health, his office was cramped, people came in smelling, the place was crowded, they give him chickens and honey pots and they were definitely very chatty, and Harry didn’t like chatty people at all. -Ma'am... it is necessary that you follow up on your diagnosis of HTN... Please go and talk to the head nurse. - He says between his teeth and gets up, grabbing his bag and leaving the room, ignoring all the compliments of the other patients in the waiting room. He gets into his car and throws his bag aside, sighing as he rubs his face. He definitely needs to quit this place. He drives out of the parking lot and goes to the university where he was teaching, the traffic was terrible and some crazy idiot ran in front of the cars rigth in front of the traffic light, what happened to some cars that stayed diagonally and blocked the passage of others, which caused a lot of confusion.Upon arriving at the university, already very stressed, he takes off his lab coat and picks up his bag, crossing the parking lot and then starting to cross the campus, stopping to see a young man stumble on his own feet and squash with everything on the ground, the briefcase flying and releasing paper around. How incompetent... Harry thinks. LOUIS, with a strangled moan, gets down on his knees and starts picking up his things, grabbing as much paper as he could, not caring if he kneads them. Someone kicks his briefcase to him and he raises his head, looking down on a skinny man with short hair and dark clothes.-late? - He asks and Louis nods, turning his attention to the papers, sticking them in the backpack as he could. – Witch program? -nursing... - Say frowning at the unknown man, by any chance he will just stare and not help?? The man stares his watch and smiles half malicious. - if you will not help, smoke, dude... -I’ll be in the class in two minutes, if I run, there’s a chance you’ll beat me and not get fouled... - He murmurs and Louis opens his eyes, he doesn't want to stop to think too much, so he stands up in a jump and starts running ahead, he does not see the other smiling debauched. " What a boring old man!" He thinks as soon as he enters the class, running to sit in the chair next to Niall, who shakes his hands in a hurry. Before they could open their mouths, the gravelly voice rattled all the students. -Good morning... Forgive me the delay. - Harry said entering the room, starting a low buzz. - An idiot decided to cross an avenue running with the open light. - Grumbles and Louis sinks into his student desk, just not covering his face because no one really knew that the idiot was him. - Everyone must be surprised, unfortunately your teacher needed to take a leave of absence. Please call me Mr. Styles only. No uncle, no teacher, no "hey, you". Punctuality in my discipline is of utmost importance... - Louis feels the teacher’s gaze burning on him. Roll your eyes and sink further into the chair. - Do not raise your hand if you are not going to say something with coherence... Understood? Doubt at the end of class, bathroom only on the way out. Does anyone have anything to add? - The class is a big silence of hard shoulders. - Remembering that I’m not here to be friends with you, so try to shut up when I’m talking because one thing I know, when the other talks the donkey lowers his ear. - Louis raised his eyebrows and sniffed softly, it had to be, his type was in the face. Harry raises the eyes of the pincel, looking at him seriously. -Any problem? - Louis hangs in place and everyone stares at him. Great... -No, Mr. Styles. – mumbles. -Great, now fix this posture... - Louis sits down and sits straight, tightening his wrists. The class then begins. Niall pokes his friend in the rib and hands him a piece of paper. 
  "You have grass in your hair."
 Louis whimpers and starts running his fingers through his hair, listening to Niall’s short laugh, Grabs the impulse to hit him. Styles was not a very didactic teacher, as much as he knew a lot, only his voice reverberated through the walls and made Louis' body hurt even more. He really wanted to be lying in Zayn’s bed right now, or be eating his food. -When it comes to caring, the most important thing to take into account is the disease itself. Healing the patient’s illness is paramount. - Louis sinks into the chair and denies it. -I disagree... - He ends up talking, more to himself, but as the room was extremely quiet, he hears the teacher’s voice stop, raises his eyes and jumps in fright to see the man already close to his desk. -What did you say? - Styles had poisonous eyes and a very forced control. Louis wants to hit his own head against the wall, why did he have to be so loud?! He swallows it dry and squeezes the pen in his hand. -Nothing. -No... I insist that you speak. - The teacher send him a mean smile, Louis has never been looked at like that, with so much disdain. -Answer - Louis did not lower his head, but really wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. -I said that I disagree. - Harry grits his teeth with the answer and the student’s not submission. -If you disagree then take the class today. - Louis sees the teacher’s big hand depositing the black pencil on top of his sheets. He’s quiet, stagnant, unresponsive and at least not breathing properly. The teacher takes this as a no. – So, be quiet. - Harry says, picking up the pencil again, explaining the subject again in front of the class. Louis at least could breathe directly, just wanted to go home, get it over with, just to imagine that hi have to spending a whole year in Styles' presence made him want to puke. WHO did he think he was? Harry wondered as he walked hard into the parking lot. Insolent and rude disagreeing with the teacher ahead the whole class, he should teach a good lesson to that brat, should even lower his grade on the next test, he would have no doubt that the boy would go low with those notes and without at least a book in the backpack, Nursing majors were so... mangy, he actually only took this job to get rid of public health. Grumbles quietly and goes to the university cafeteria, buys a ready-made salad and sits only at a further table, he really wouldn’t want to sit in the middle of the cafeteria with that smell of canteen food on top of him. -Did you hurt yourself? - Listen to a loaded voice nearby, he does not turn his face, just rolls his finger on the phone screen. -Who cares - He knows this voice, climbs his eyes and looks around, seeing the insolent boy and another half-hung blond outside the living room window. The brown-haired one ate quickly, sticking as much food in his mouth as possible, and Harry wrinkles his nose. -No food at home again? - Again? The blond laughs, picking up the man’s fork, which grumbles with a full mouth. - You’re going to choke, Louis, f@ck, breathe! - Louis gives him the middle finger and grabs his fork again. What a scum. -Who knows, maybe I die, hum? - He says laughing half-wit and Niall rolls his eyes half-grumpy. -You should stop playing with that, if, I don’t know, the lab skeleton falls on you and crushes you? - Niall pushes the friend, who settles. -Remind me to stand under in the next class - Say it with a mouthful and Niall laughs out loud, making Louis laugh too. - Thanks for the food, mate, reward you later. - Louis says after swallowing everything and beat his chest half choked. Niall keeps his head down. -Let’s go out this weekend - The boy says, running his fingers through Louis' hair, who shakes his head. -I’ll tell you later, I don’t know if my parents are coming this weekend - Mumble and jump out the window, sticking your arms in hi backpack. Niall nods and they clap their hands. Harry watches Louis run off campus. Niall turns his face and before Harry could be caught staring, looks at his salad and shoves a full fork in his mouth, he didn’t want to be seen listening to student conversations. LOUIS crosses the street still running, but this time when it’s time to pass, he crosses the park and then walks to the beautiful houses that were nearby, enters a nearby alley and pulls a key out of his pocket, opening a cardboard box that indicated garbage and soon after unlock a safe, sticking your things in there and starting to take off his shirt, putting a smooth white, faces the surroundings, putting on pants also white, grabs shoes of the same color and puts his others in the safe. He picks up his white bag and closes the safe, then lowers the lid on the boxes. Straighten his hair and go on tiptoe to the beautiful lawn of the wine house. At the door, put the shoes on and take a deep breath, ringing the bell. The door opens not long after by Summer, a woman in her forties with very red hair and failed eyebrows. -Good afternoon, Louis. - She smiles at the boy, who smiles at her and manages his head, entering the house. -Good afternoon, Sun. - He breathes in the smell of freshly made food. -Mr. Wood is in the library. - She informs him and he just nods, already knowing that. He walks through the entire large room and trots up the stairs, passing through the doors and then entering the one at the end of the hall after two loud knocks. He quickly lowers his head when a chess piece flies by.-Granada!!! - He hears Mr. Wood's senile voice and laughs softly, taking the piece in his hand and facing the gentleman between two sofas in the living room, pointing his cane like a rifle at Louis. -Mr. Wood, did you throw a grenade at me while pointing a rifle? - Louis puts his hand on his chest in indignation, the old man laughs after a cough.- We have to be very attentive, Louis, very attentive! - He says wisely, wagging his finger and getting to his feet with difficulty, Louis goes to him to help. -I agree. - Says and sits the old man down in the armchair, putting the chess piece in its place. -How are you, son? - The man pats Louis on the back, who smiles and sits down on the padded stool. -I’m all right, Gerald, how's your day going? - he asks, taking his instruments out of his bag. - Hold out your arm for me, please? - He asks, and Gerald begins to tell him about the crazy dream he had that night with his dead wife and a field nurse. Louis always listens attentively, taking his vital signs and performing a quick physical examination. He would always listen to Gerald, who was a decorated former military doctor retired with diabetes, hypertension and war pain, Louis would take him to the bathroom, walk him around the yard, check his meds, play chess (and Louis never won) and when the man napped, Louis would take out his medical books and make several notes, read as much as he could and study. After Gerald woke up, they eat snack on the written diet from the care line and sit on the porch when the afternoon fell, the man would tell him things from when he was Louis' age. They had known each other for quite some time, after his second year of college, Louis applied for the job and it fit him like a glove, they got along well and Gerald was always a source of inspiration, being a still very intelligent man.Then, as soon as it was six o'clock, Louis said his goodbyes after another medicine check, got his paycheck, and got his things from the alley, changed, and ran through the cold London streets to the back of the restaurant where he worked. Liam was already complaining to an employee. -Wow, I'm came at a good time, huh? - He jokes, clapping his hands, the people around laugh, Liam dismisses the boy and rolls his eyes at Louis. -Coming late, Louis? - His friends clap their hands together. -Leaving my mark on the world, Liam -He smiles and Liam pulls his ear. - Ouch Ouch Ouch - Pushes the oldest and laughs. - What's that for? -Come on, go get changed! - Liam pushes him inside the changing room and Louis gives him a tongue, opening his locker and getting his waiter uniform, getting dressed quickly, checks his cell phone and then goes inside the restaurant, getting a tray and starting to circulate. As soon as his time is up, he takes off his uniform and throws the backpack on his back, running to the bus stop, getting off on the empty seat, it was already getting cold and Louis shrinks more into himself, trying to keep warm by rubbing his hands, he waits and waits, when he checks his cell phone he bites his lips hard, if he were to wait for the bus he would freeze to death. He pulls on his jacket and zips it up to his mouth, putting on his hood and stuffing his hands in his pockets, starting to walk fast down the sidewalk, praying that nothing would happen to him, neither the meteorite nor the skeleton could fall, it couldn't happen, as strange as it may sound, people needed him, needed that useless and clumsy being. He didn't walk more than six blocks and soon reached his building, looked for his key in his backpack and opened the rusty metal gate. Very cold, he ran up the stairs to the third floor, shivering and sniffling as he opened the door to his apartment, hearing the voices right there. He throws his backpack on the floor and sighs at the warmth of the place. His apartment isn’t big or anything like that, it had a simple kitchen with two cupboards, a sink, a stove, a refrigerator and a wooden table near the window. In the front there was a sofa, a television and a coffee table, a door to the balcony and a small hallway with a bathroom and a small bedroom.He looks a little sad at the place and soon a little being jumps out in front of him. -Boo! – A gril shouts and Louis pretends to be startled, putting his hand on his chest. The girl laughs and opens her arms, asking for his lap, as if Louis wasn't broken and tired, he grabs the girl by the armpits and spins her around, giving her several kisses on the cheek. -Good night, darling! - He says and the girl kisses his cheek. -You’re late, big brother. - She says wanting to get down, Louis puts her on the couch. Louis puts her on the sofa. -I had to walk. -He warns and the girl just shakes her head, Louis passes his eyes through the room and the therapeutic carpet there. - Where is Daisy? -Here! - He hears the girl's voice and turns around, seeing the girl coming in Zayn's lap, who smiles gently, Louis smiles too and extends his arms, the girl goes to his lap, giving him a very tight hug. - I missed you, Boo... - Louis kisses her hair. -Me too, little flower. - He puts the girl on the rug and arranges her legs there, Phoebe is soon there too, playing with her sister, Louis cant barely talk to Zayn, because the girls pull him to play too. After a while, Louis manages to get the girls to sleep and he and his friend take them to the bedroom, laying them down on the double bed, then Zayn and Louis collect themselves in a corner of the kitchen, Louis collapses on the chair, rubbing his eyes and sighing, the older strokes the back of his neck and kisses his head. -You look dead. - He murmurs and Louis laughs softly, shrugging. - I brought food. - The younger man doesn't have the heart to scold his friend, so, just shakes his head. -Thanks for staying, I haven't seen the caregiver yet. - He mumbles and Zayn shakes his head, as if it were nothing. - How are her legs? -Losing muscle tone. - He says softly and Louis drops his head, denying it. - I'm sorry, Lou, I don't think it's a reversible cause anymore... -The treatment ... The doctor said it was reversible... - Zayn shrugs his shoulders. -She's losing it too fast, as much as she still feels something... I'm very worried, Lou, we have to see a doctor. - Louis groans in frustration. -I'm trying... they don't answer me anymore, they think sending a caregiver is too much! - Louis punches the table and Zayn presses his lips. - And-I'll figure something out... Don't you have any place do go? - The man looks at his watch sighing, half unsure whether or not to leave his friend there. - I don't want to slow you down... You can go...-Yhea, call me if anything happens, okay? - Louis nods and Zayn kisses his head, the boy hears his friend leave and lays his head on the table, closing his eyes, and wow, he is so tired and sore. The runs and falls really didn't help... He could sleep there... yeah, why not? It wasn't much different than the couch... he puts his hands over his head and ends up sleeping there after a few too many grumbles.'
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