"Hello Mia how are you feeling?" He said, his voice was warm and husky, delicious.
I didn't answer, I sat up to look in his eyes, searching for permission which was most surely granted. I took his face in my hands and meshed my lips against his, he tasted wonderful, like cinnamon and strawberries. Dr. Styles then grabbed my waist, pulling me closer as we continued on, never coming up for air. The thin paper gown I was wearing was torn from my body whilst his shirt was removed, our hands fondling over each others bodies as we-
"Mia? Hello? I said my name was Dr. Styles, Harry Styles to use the name my mother gave me."
"Oh.. Umm... Wow..." Was all I could manage, when I mustered my thoughts I replied in my mind "Styles huh? We'll you don't look very stylish to me, maybe getting rid of your uniform might help."
His eyes widened as he smirked with curiosity, "we'll I haven't heard that one before that's for sure. It seems to me you are well."
Oh shit. Maybe I hadn't said that I my mind after all. I continued to stare for a while as he checked some things of his little clipboard thingys doctors were always carrying around.
"So Mia, are you aware of last nights happenings? Don't worry, you are not medically in danger, we just needed to run over a few tests."
I told Dr. Styles all about last night, not leaving out any details. I then asked about Jason, and how the body had been dealt with. He explained that it was a mystery that the police department was yet to solve. His body was missing and no blood was stained on the ground, but some how they still believed me. I think it was the truth serum they slipped in to my cup of water. So that was why I was being so honest!
"Listen Mia, how about we grab a cup of tea. I don't know about you but I could really use one, I know this is unprofessional of me, but what the hell."
"Um.. Sure."
So we headed down to the cafeteria and I vented my feelings to this perfect stranger. He was truly gorgeous, as I am sure the underneath of his shirt would be. If I didn't know any better myself I would say he was flirting. I was definitely not ready to move on from the mysterious disappearance of Jason, but maybe a distraction was exactly what I needed. So, being the bad girl I am, I played along. We flirted, talked, and touched for a little over an hour as Harry (as he now told me to call him) kept giving me these looks. I liked them.
He told me I would be able to go home tomorrow, a Thursday, and asked me if I wanted to go out again, to a dinner with his friend Zayn, Zayn's girlfriend Perrie and himself. I accepted greatfully and we arranged to meet at the new place that had just opened up in our city, London. Harry then excused himself, claiming he had some errands to run around the hospital. We both stood as he escorted me back to my small room that he promised he would visit later that night. And he did.
Harry snuck into my room at 11 pm. Not minding that he woke me, he sat on the side of my bed and pushed my hair behind my ear. I was so tired that I fell back to the land of unconsciousness. But not before he planted a kiss on my lips. I awoke the next morning to find that Dr. Styles wasn't on duty today, as he had said in the note he left on my bedside table in the night. It included his number, telling me to call him so he could pick me up on Saturday evening. So I was discharged from the hospital and drove myself back to my house on the East side of London where I live by myself. I have no living family as my parents had to siblings and were killed in a car accident three years ago. Yet I, an 18 year old, was not concerned by any of the distraught that has made it's way into my life, as all I could think about was this Saturday night with the devilishly handsome Dr. Styles.
