It was Sunday. The day I had to leave.
The thing I still didn't understand was why the assistant did the surgery. But nevermind. The blue-eyes man that saved my life was called 'Tomlinson'
"Good morning Mr Styles"
I opened my eyes when I heard a voice of a woman. Why didn't Tomlinson came? I got scared.
"Jesus Harold, you know him for 2 days and you care where he is?" I told quietly.
"Pack up, you're going home, your mom will be back in a while to pick you up"
Tall blondie left the room, she had an annoying voice.
My mom came after 5 minutes.
"Harry!" she ran to me and hugged me.
"Hi, mom!"
"So what? Are you ready to go home?"
"Yes" I lied
I didn't want to go home. I wanted to get to know the person that saved my life.
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the boy with matches / larry eng
Fanfiction„Take him to the operation room!" „But we don't have a doctor!" „Tomlinson will take it into his own hands!"
