Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 1

The hours ticked by slowly. Of course my one overnight in the emergency department would be slow. So far, I've taken care of a broken arm, a result of texting while walking up the stairs, had to keep myself from chuckling at that one. A hip sprain, cause by lord knows what but judging from this woman's clothing and her husbands, I'd say they were into some pretty kinky shît. I just got done going over discharge papers with a woman who thought she was having a heart attack, which turned out to be just gas. I was just sitting at the front desk, catching up on some paperwork when I heard the familiar clicking of heels on the tiled floor. The only people who was dumb enough to wear heels while working in a hospital was my boss, Denise Jones, head nursing director.

"Ah, miss Grey, just the person I wanted to see." Oh great, what have I don't now? Her voice is just as annoying as the sound her stupid heels.

"You can call me Hazel," I tell her, knowing full well that she won't ever call me by my first name.

"Right. Well, we have someone that came in not to long ago, a young man. He is of utmost importance and requires our cooperation at keeping his visit a secret. We placed him in the last room by the back entrance and has already been seen by the doctor. He only needs some stitches and I would like you to do them, I trust you enough that you will keep all this hush hush. His chart is in the room, make sure you have your badge as you will have to show it to his security guard." She instructs, giving me a slight nod before turning around and taking off towards her office. Her heels echoing the hallways.

Security guard? Who the hêll is this guy? Maybe it's Prince Harry. I laughed. Yeah right, there is no way a Prince is here, at a small hospital in a nowhere town in Tennessee. I wrack my brain on who it could be as i make my way down the hall to the exam room. We hardly use these rooms, we are never busy enough to need them. I suppose they are of use tonight. Why would Denise trust me to keep this a secret? Maybe because she knows I have no life outside of work. All my time is spent taking care of my almost one year old daughter, Chloe. I could have a life, but I choose to spend all my time with Chloe, trying to make up for the lack of one parent in her life.

I shake my head of the dark thoughts that were creeping in. Can't let myself think of the bâstard who decided to leave me when I was four months pregnant.

I see a guy, dressed in all black, standing outside a room. I unclip my badge from my front pocket to show the guard.

"Hello, I'm Hazel. I'm here to do some stitches." I hold up my badge. The man bends down so he can look closely at my badge, once he was satisfied that I'm not someone who's going to gun down whoever was in the room he turned and knocked, opened the door and stepped aside to let me in. Nothing could have prepared me for who I saw sitting on the exam table. I stood there, star struck, hoping I don't look like a idiot with my mouth hanging open. Of course the one person I'm obsessed with from a band I'm obsessed with is sitting in front of me. I clear my throat and remember my manners.

"Hi, I'm Hazel, I'll be the nurse doing your stitches." I pick up his chart, going over a few things, mostly just needing a distraction. He is way more gorgeous in person than in the millions of photos I've seen of him. He's not Prince Harry but Harry Styles might as well be a freakin Prince. I grab some gloves and the materials I needed to do his stitches and sit down on the stool the doctors usually use and slide over so I'm in front of Harry.

"This looks like it hurts," I say, making some small talk. He had a decent cut on his forehead by his temple. I hope I don't look as anxious as I feel. You would be jittery too if you were inches from Harry Styles face. His breath smelled of mint. His eyes greener than any picture could capture. I ask him to lay down and place his head on the sanitary towel. He does as I ask and I watch his biceps bunch as he leans himself back.