It's safer in the dark - Sequel

Part 2

CHAPTER TWO

Harry's POV

"Thank you for coming in today, Doctor Styles. It was a pleasure to see you again and we are looking forward to having you as part of our team"

I'm told by Doctor Grant, the Chief in charge of the Emergency department at St Mary's private Hospital in London.

"I'm very much looking forward to working with you too. I'm honoured to be chosen to be a part of such a fantastic department. St Mary's has always been on the top of my list of hospitals" I say back, shaking his hand.

"Well, I'm glad, we are very lucky to have you Styles, your credentials are impeccable, and your recommendations are extremely impressive" Dr Grant says.

"Thank you, sir," I reply.

"Now feel free to call me, if need be, between now and Monday if you have any questions, otherwise, we will see you 7am Monday morning for your first shift" he says warmly to me.

"I look forward to it sir" I say back grinning like an idiot.

We say our goodbyes and I walk out of the main entrance of the hospital and into the brisk cold air of London. I sigh, I've missed this weather so much. I breathe in the air and turn around to head towards my car, I pull my coat tightly around me, the cold biting at me fiercely. Suddenly my pocket starts vibrating and I take out my buzzing phone and look towards the screen. I see Drew's name flash up; I can't help but smile. I also can't deny the slight pang I feel in my chest that it's not the Tomlinson I secretly, even after so long, hoped it would be.

"Well, hello there stranger, how's my favourite football player?" I ask cheekily.

"Mate!! Are you back yet? I've missed you! We need a night out of clubbing and drinking, what do you say?" Drew asks me excitedly.

"I say, I'll be over tomorrow night! I've got three more days before I start work and I need to let my hair down" I say smiling.

"Sure, you do Styles. Listen, drive down to Scott and Sammy's, I'm staying there for the next month before training starts again and I head back to Manchester. We can make a weekend out if it. My niece is turning three and there is a party happening." Drew tells me.

"Yeah, alright sounds great, I've missed the boys, it will be great to see them again" I say.

"Yeah, like old times" Drew says.

Yeah, like old times. I think, without Louis by my side.

"Oh! also, I've got this knee problem, I need you to fix it for me" Drew says seriously, causing me to snort.

"Drew mate, I'm a General Surgeon, I don't specialise in knee injuries. I'll look at it for you, but I'm not risking the NUMBER ONE striker for Manchester's career by treating your knee" I laugh.

"Yeah, yea, what are you good for then mate?" Drew jokes.

"Hey!!!" I say acting offended.

"Love ya Styles, see you tomorrow at 7, bring booze" he says back and hangs up.

I can't help but shake my head at my best friend. Although I haven't seen him much over the last four years, we have still remained really close. Skype and phone calls with Drew were such a saviour throughout medical school.

The four years I spent in LA were amazing. After much deliberation between following paediatrics or becoming a surgeon, I decided to specialise in General Surgery, and it quickly became my goal to work in the Emergency Department. I found I thrived on the busyness and the pressure of it all and working in LA proved to never be a bore. I definitely saw a lot of things I never thought I would see, let alone have to treat in my life, it was incredible.