From: Theo: I can't stop thinking about you in that sexy nightie x

I smiled to myself and slid my phone back into the pocket of my scrub bottoms.

"Scarlett, good," Dr Stanley pushed up his glasses and turned around when I entered the hospital room I'd been paged to go to.

On the bed, a clearly very intoxicated mad was laying with a bandage going around his forehead.

"I'll need you to check his stats, change the bandage and put him on a drop," he instructed me.

"Yes, Dr Stanley," eager to please him, I was standing by the bed in no time. The Dr left the room.

"Good morning, sir," I gave the drunken man a smile, "I'm going to change the bandage you have on your head, if that's fine."

"More than fine, luv'" his eyes were glazed over, and a disgusting stench seemed to float around him. I ignored it, and kept professional.

As I began removing the bandage carefully, he began staring at me.

"Ey, aren't you tha' hot nurse erryone's goin' on about?" He slurred, trying to lift himself up on the bed.

"Sir, please stay still," I told him, "if you'd like to sit, I'll gladly adjust the bed—"

It seemed incredibly sad to me that he was this drunk and it was only 10 AM. I had been at the hospital since 4 AM, though, but the drunks always seemed to start coming in at around this time. Some may have been drinking throughout the night, some may have begun as soon as they woke up.

Since I was bent over a bit over the bed to be able to gently roll the bandage off, he was swiftly able to bring his hand back and grip my bum, roughly, with his finger digging painfully into my skin.

I let out a small scream and jumped back, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Not wanting to cause too much of a scene and make Dr Stanley think I couldn't handle myself as a future nurse, I decided to try once more.

"Sir, that's sexual harassement. Please, let me try to help you," I was still being polite, yet held a certain amount of authority in my voice.

He was absolutely hammered, still staring at me.

"D'you let Theo Black do tha' to ya', luv?" A slow and despicable grin tugged at his lips.

I sighed, keeping my cool, "I'm going to take your bandage off now. I'll have security here to restrain you if you touch me again."

"What'a fire cracker y'are," he slurred to himself.

I continued taking the bandage off, keeping an eye on his hands all the while. I threw it away, and grabbed a fresh bandage to replace where the old one had been.

"I'll go get a drop for you, sir, it'll keep you hydrated considering the amount of alcohol you have in your blood right now," I was telling him while checking his stats off a clipboard.

"Ya'know wha' I'd really like right now, nurse?" He was beckoning for me to come closer. I made sure to leave a space between us, far enough so that his hand couldn't reach me.

"What would you like, sir?" I asked, still being polite even when I knew what he would request next was going to be incredibly crude and offensive.

The dirty smirk he wore was nothing short of revolting. What made this even more uncomfortable was, that the thirty-year-old man knew who I was and that I was together with Theo.

"You closin' that door and showing me what'ya've got hidin' in those trousers of yours..."

I ignored what he'd said and placed the clipboard back to the holster for it on the end of the bed. He seemed to have fallen while drunk, giving himself a concussion which now resulted in him being here.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, sir. Please, don't get up," I gave him a small nod before leaving the room.

I had never had a patient like this of whom I needed to take care of. I knew Dr Stanley was testing me, seeing how well I could handle even the harder people who might very well get handsy.

I went up to Linda to get the drop from her. I told her about what was going on and also made plans with her to get coffee during our lunch.

"Here you go, sir," I hung the drop up, a plastic tube spiralling down from it until it reached the needle in his arm, "this will keep you hydrated and—"

"Y'must have a lovely pair of tits under there," he was tugging at the material of my scrub top.

"That's quite enough, sir," I told him, firmly.

I happened to glance up to see Dr Stanley standing at the doorway, observing the situation closely.

I took a step back from the bed, causing his hand to fall. He really seemed too intoxicated to lift it up by himself, so I took it upon myself to gently place it on the bed beside him.

"I'll come to check on you in half an hour, sir. Until then, rest."

He murmured out something incoherent while I made my way towards the exit of the room where Dr Stanley was.

"Well handled, Scarlett," he gave me a simple nod, "now, I need you to assist me with a pregnant woman. She's eight months along and has been feeling pain in her lower stomach..."

And then I was guided by him towards another room.

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"How did it go with you and Elise?" I asked Linda after we received our lunches at the small brasserie down the street.

She smiled, "incredibly well. I really do think something might come of this... we really didn't do much, just kissed a bit and talked."

"That's so sweet," I told her, finding happiness through two of my dearest friends happiness'.

"Yeah... I don't know. I'm all up for taking things slow," she sipped her water and told me.

"It's better like that, I feel like," I nodded, "or just whatever pace makes you both comfortable."

"I agree. You know someone's leaked it out to the press that Theo's flying you out to see him next weekend," Linda informed me, and my brows furrowed.

My friends knew that I might be going, but I hadn't yet confirmed it to them. The only people who knew that I was for sure going there, were Theo, myself, Louis, my dad, and Lucy.

"Oh," I didn't really know what to say. It was crazy to me, how something I hadn't even mentioned to many people could have spread.

Maybe an outsider had heard us speculating about it during our 'girls night' and had jumped to the conclusion. There was no way Louis, dad or Lucy could have shared it, was there?

"How are you two, anyway?" She asked, and I shrugged.

"We're good. I wasn't able to watch their match against Belgium last night, I was so tired from work," I let out a small laugh, "and now I feel terrible."

"Pfft," she shook her head, "he can't expect you to watch every one of their games!"

"No, he doesn't. It was just his first game back in the World Cup, and the papers this morning said it was his best personal performances yet," I told her, "besides, the finals are so soon..."

"With relatively no knowledge in the art of football, I'm going with what all the sports journalists are saying," she grinned, "England will win. France can bugger off."

I laughed.

I told her about how well it had gone when seeing my father and brother last weekend. And about what a lovely person Lucy had been to me, even after I'd caught a bit of hers and Theo's strange conversation.

"Sounds fishy, I don't like her," Linda was quick to make her mind up about Lucy.

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"Theo, hey," I answered my phone after it'd rang with a call from him.

"Hey, love. How are you?"

It felt strange. His voice made me feel like he was really here with me right now, in my dark bedroom and laying in bed with me underneath the duvet.

"I'm good. Just about to go to sleep, what about you?" I got comfortable, already feeling tired after my long day.

"You're going to sleep? It's 6 PM in London, is it not?" He chuckled, his voice so calming and low, a tingle travelled down my spine and to my core.

"It is," I laughed quietly, "I've just had a long day. I've worked since 4 AM every day of the week. Dr Stan's really pushing me now that I'm taking the weekend off."

"He sounds like a dick, sweetheart."

I shook my head even when he couldn't see it, "he's a tough-love type of person. I really admire him, he makes me work hard and I love it."

"Were you the kid who was every teacher's pet at school?" He teased, earning a giggle from me.

"Theo, please," I complained light heartedly, his voice sending me to Heaven, "how are you? I heard you won Belgium yesterday."

"I'm good, thanks. I just got out of the shower, I'm going to rest a bit before we're having dinner with the team," I heard shuffling around on the other end, "and yeah, they got eliminated. I've never seen Kevin and Eden so pissed off, I doubt they'll talk to me for a few weeks."

He chuckled to himself. I imagined him pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head to himself. I had no idea who Kevin or Eden were, but it was fine.

"Can I ask you something?" He continued.

"Anything but phone sex."

He was quiet for a moment, before he burst out laughing, "God, your mind's in the gutter, Tinker Bell..."

I grinned to myself, cuddling against one of my pillows while Frosty was laying down by my feet.

"I was just wondering who you told about me flying you out to Russia?" He didn't sound like he was accusing me at all.

"When we were out with Linda, Elise, Cherry, Red and Emma, we talked about how it was a possibility," I told him, "I only told my father and Louis that I'm actually going. Lucy was there too. I doubt any of them would have spread it, it had to have been someone in the bar who'd overheard us and then twisted it up a bit."

"Lucy," Theo repeated, "you told her?"

My brows furrowed and my mood plummeted, "no, but I'm sure she heard me telling dad and Louis. Theo, you're going to tell me right now what's going on."

"I'll tell you in person, Scarlett," he sighed.

"Then I'll hang up," I offered him an ultimatum.

"Come on, we've both had long days. I just want to listen to you and relax," Theo sounded tired. He had most likely been training this whole day.

I let out a breath, "I'm not happy that you're holding whatever it is back from me, when it could affect us."

"But it won't, I'm handling it. It's something I need to show you, not tell you."

I didn't have energy to argue with this stubborn man.

"I got sexually harassed at the hospital today," I was the smoothest subject changer in history.

"You what?" He cleared his throat, sounding baffled, "if you're joking, that's really not funny..."

"I'm not joking. He groped my bum and asked if I let you do that to me. He also said something about wanting to see what I had in my trousers, and that I must have a nice set of tits," I rolled my eyes just thinking about him, "he was so drunk. I think I handled it pretty well, though. Dr Stanley wouldn't put me in a situation he didn't think I could cope with."

"I don't think that's alright at all. He shouldn't put you in a situation like that, with a drunken fucking pervert," he told me firmly, him cursing causing a lovely feeling to fill my body for some strange reason, "have you filed any kind of complaint or charge against the guy?"

"No..."

"If that happens again, you're filing a charge, Scarlett," Theo made me promise.

"Such an idiot. You didn't catch his name, did you?" He wondered after a moment.

"I did, but there's no way I'm sharing it with you," I told him, a small smile tugging at my lips.

He sighed, "if he was so desperate to see a twat, he could have just looked in a bloody mirror..."

I laughed, "oh, wow. I think it's time we moved on from this subject."

"Alright. But I want you to tell me these things, Scarlett. You also need to tell Dr Stanley and—"

"Yes, yes," I was nodding, "I know."

We were both quiet for a moment.

"Where are you?" I asked him.

"In bed."

"Aren't you supposed to go for dinner?" I wondered, on my side and still cuddling the pillow.

"I might just order room service and talk to you all night," I could hear the shrug in his voice, as well as the light grin.

I giggled, "I'm so tired, Theo. I'll manage maximum of ten minutes before I just fall asleep."

"I'd really love for you to be here right now," he told me, voice lowering. My smile faded away slowly, heat travelling through my body and gathering at my core.

"I'll be there in two days," I reminded him, "how's it been so far?"

"Amazing. You'll fall in love with the people and architecture," Theo spoke, an excited tone lacing his voice, "they've organised so many incredibly happenings just for the remaining teams, to let us get to know the culture more and stuff."

"Have you already found a gorgeous Russian model to replace me with?" I joked, and he chuckled.

"Three, actually, and still counting," he played along, before asking seriously, "is it okay with you if we drive out of this city for when you're here? Now that the information leaked, we wouldn't be able to have as much privacy here..."

"That sounds like so much trouble," I sighed, "we can just go have dinner at the restaurant of the hotel you're all staying at."

"Love, you're flying from England to Russia just to see me for a few days," he reminded me, and before he had the chance to continue, I added.

"And Cristiano Ronaldo, obviously."

He chuckled quietly, "obviously. Anyway, I want you to feel like this is worth it; the crazy and inhumane work schedules you have this week, and so on."

"Of course it'll be worth it," I assured him, "I get to see you."

"That's so sweet," the grin in his voice was very audible, "but also so very cliché..."

I smiled to myself, just his voice doing miracles with my mental state and body.

"I'm about to fall asleep, Theo," I yawned, "can I call you tomorrow evening?"

"We're playing Germany tomorrow evening," he told me, "how about during the day?"

"I'm working," I found myself frowning a little. We had barely talked since I dropped him off at the airport, and even now I was too tired to converse more with him.

"Just text me whenever you have energy and time to talk, just for a few minutes even. I'll make time and call you, alright?"

"Alright," I told him in a soft murmur.

"Good night, birdie."

"G'night, Theo..."

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A/N: ahh I was planning on them having phone sex this chapter but idk I changed it last minute!! Now I might be regretting it?!?