Harry Styles Imgines

Native Soldier part 1

I got up rapidly from my seat smashing both of my hands at the desk that was in between me and the leading doctor.

"You can not do that! I've been on duty in this camp for over a year now! A year! I've been serving as a doctor since the war burst! You can't do that to me!"

I yelled with my eyes shining with tears as the leading doctor sighed. I didn't care if I was acting ridiculous. This was my life they were going to take away from me, just cause I...

"I'm very sorry doctor Y/L/N. There is not much I can do-"

I laughed sarcastically feeling the tears running down my face.

"So what? After serving this country most of my life and serving it from the beginning of war you all people are just going to abandon me?"

He looked at me with regret and looked down biting his lip in a process. I frowned and gasped when it finally hit me.

"You have already tried, didn't you? You've already tried to talk them out of this..."

I said in a weak and emotionless voice. I waited till my boss looked up at me sighing.

"I am sorry Y/N. I did. I tried everything, pulled out every card I owned..."

I closed my eyes whiping my cheeks with a palm of my hand dropping on the chair feeling tired as ever.

"So. Deportation."

I said rubbing my hands across my face trying to fully understand the situation. I have been living in this country for over 15 years now and it was irrelevant, because I wasn't native here and some new office-worker idiot decided to go though all the paper he could and realized this was war, so if I wasn't native I should be deported.

"Y/N, I'm really sorry. I really have tried everything I could."

I looked up at him seeing the regret in his eyes.

"It's OK, Charles. I... I'll go pack my stuff."

I got up quickly leaving the room before I could fall apart in front of my boss, who happened to be one of my closest friends. On weak legs I was moving through the camp ignoring calls from soldiers as I passed them. As soon as I walked into my office I dropped on my chair covering my mouth with my hand and putting other one on the desk in front of me sobbing histerically. How the hell was this happening? It wasn't suppose to happen. I was beggining to calm down when I heard loud knock on my door. I quickly whiped my cheeks with my hands and cleared my throat fixing my white coat.

"Yes?"

The door opened and slightly familiar head appeared popping in.

"Hi, Doctor, may I come in?"

"Um.. Y-yeah, sure. What is it?"

I asked as the soldier walked in and sat awrkardly down looking at me, while I tried to look busy.

"It's Henry, right?.."

He chuckled shaking his head.

"Harry actually."

I sighed and hid my face in my hands embarassed.

"I'm sorry, Harry. Of course, I know you."

I started to throw some papers here and thete trying to look as occupied and organized as I could possibly be. Somewhere in the middle of it I felt Harry's hand on mine making me freeze. There were strict rules in the camp and all soldiers knew them- never touch a woman unless she gave you a hint she wants. Be a gentelman. That's why the touch of Harry's made me freeze- he was always the best gentelman of them all.