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The Meeting part 2

Harry's POV

Name: Harry Styles

Age: 26

Occupation: ER Doctor

What you look like: Green eyes, brown curly hair, 6'2", muscular build, tattoos on my arms and body

Likes: cats, kids, music, running, Sudoku, and photography

What type of girl you'd like to be matched with: I'd like a girl that is beautiful and kind and loves kids. Someone with a sense of humor and that I could protect. I have a busy schedule, so she has to be spontaneous and go with the flow.

There, submit. I just submitted my online profile to Match.com and now I have work in about four hours from now. My name is Harry Styles, I'm a doctor at Mercy Hope Medical Center in LA, California. I have never really been good at relationships because I had to get my education and job going first. Then because of the long hours that my job requires, I don't have a set schedule and the women would get mad and break up with me. I've only been in one long term relationship with a girl named Taylor. We were together for two years, and I was in love with her. I was just about to propose to her when I found her in bed with another guy. Apparently she had been sleeping with him for the last 8 months while I was at work. It's safe to say that when I found her cheating on me, we broke up. I was devastated, but I am now ready to get back into the dating scene and I hope that I can find a good match.

Since I have a few hours until I have to get ready for work, I decide to go to the park to run. I get there and see a few other runners and a handful of kids playing around while their parents talk to each other. I put my earbuds in and start listening to Fall Out Boy's "Centuries". I love rock and roll music when I'm running because the beat helps me run faster and I get into a good rhythm. 

As I'm running I see a girl about my age starting to slow down in front of me. I yell out "on your left", but get no response. That's when I really look at her and see just how distressed she is. Her hands are behind her head and her face is all red. I take out my ear buds and go ask if she's okay. I can hear her wheezing from here and my doctor skills kick in. 

Just as I'm coming up to help her, she collapses. I catch her small frame fairly easily and see that her eyes are starting to roll back into her head. I start talking to her, but I get no response. I call 911 (I live in America, so the emergency # is 911) and an ambulance is sent. I then lay her down on the ground and start checking her pulse and breathing. Her pulse is high and her breaths are shallow and wheezy. From here I can assume that she's having an asthma attack and I see the paramedics running over. I tell them that I'm a doctor and ask for an inhaler, albuterol, an oxygen tank, and a stethoscope from them, in which they give me. I put 10cc of albuterol in the inhaler, put it in her mouth and press down to get the medicine to her lungs. 

I wait five seconds and then give another dose once I see that she's still wheezing. Pretty soon, she starts to wake up and she sees me. "Hey love, my name's Harry, and I'm a doctor. You just had an asthma attack and passed out. You're going to be okay though. How are you feeling? Any dizziness or nausea? What's your name, love?" I ask her as I get her on a tank of oxygen and start listening to her lungs through the stethoscope. She answers, muffled through the oxygen mask, "Better, no, and my name is Heather", she wheezes as she tries to sit up. I gently ease her back down, "Sorry love, but you have to lay down still. You had an asthma attack and passed out. You're still wheezing and I want to make sure you're okay", I tell her. 

She tries to fight me off and I see her getting worked up again, "I have to get my daughter from school soon, I'll be fine". I look at her and gently say, "Can't your husband or one of your friends or family members pick her up? I really think you should go to the hospital and get a proper breathing treatment done". She looks at me sadly and responds back "my husband died six years ago, but I can try to call one of my daughter's friend's moms and see if they can pick her up". 

I look at her sadly as she gets on the phone and talks with someone. She smiles then says thanks and hangs up. "I'm sorry about your husband. I wouldn't have brought it up if I knew. I'm sorry". She looks at me like she's seen a ghost and says, "no one's really said it like that. They feel bad, but no one's ever said sorry before, so thanks". As we were talking the paramedics load her up into the ambulance and I get in the back with her. "Which hospital are we going to?" I question the driver, in which he says Mercy Hope. Well I guess I'm going to work early today.

Let me know what you guys think :)