You & Me [Taron Egerton FanFiction]

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Belle's POV:

I flopped down onto my desk chair and let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, praying that my day would hurry up and end. Today had been absolutely, insane. I felt like I hadn't stopped moving from the moment I'd walked into work at 5am this morning - and I still had a mountain of paperwork to start and at least six patients to see before I was done for the day. I frowned and squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to admit to myself that this was going to be another twelve hour day. I groaned, would they really notice if I went home early? I let out another sigh and forced myself to sit up, pulling my lunch from my bag and waking up my laptop. I knew feeling sorry for myself would get me nowhere - I chose this career and I knew how hard and tiring it was going to be. There was no use complaining about it, I just had to push through. I gave myself a mental pep talk, telling myself that I only had to get through the rest of the day and then that was it for three whole days. I'd be in sunny LA before I knew it where the only job I had to do was to look pretty and introduce the hospital. I had to admit that I was actually looking forward to the little trip - even if Rox wasn't going to be there with me.

As if she could tell that I was thinking about her, I heard a voice outside my office and looked up to find Rox's face poking around the door. "Well don't you look shitty" she said with a cheesy grin, letting herself in and taking a seat on one of the chairs opposite my desk. I rolled my eyes and unwrapped my chicken salad sandwich, "And hello to you too Roxanne" I replied with a smirk. Rox hated anyone calling her by her full name - the only person that could actually get away with it was her grandmother back in Wales. She stabbed a crouton with her fork and pulled a face at me, "Do not, call me that". I laughed and stuck my tongue out at her, loving that I knew exactly how to push her buttons. "Big day?" I asked before taking a bite of my sandwich, looking up at her as she nodded and picked through her salad, "I just feel like I haven't stopped today. I'm actually counting the minutes until I finish". I chuckled and took another bite of my lunch, knowing exactly how she felt.

Every so often Rox and my lunch schedules would match up and instead of spending it in the staff room like every one else, we'd spend the half hour holed up in my office eating together and talking about our day so far. "So have you seen him today?" Rox asked covering her mouth, her long strawberry blonde ponytail swishing as she tilted her head to look at me. The smile was on my face in an instant at the mention of Taron - I had to pinch myself to make sure that it hadn't all been a dream. After my shift yesterday I'd gotten home and immediately called the girls to share the good news - I, Belle Gianetta had gotten Taron Egerton's number!

I told them all about his little sister Serena and how she'd come to the hospital all the way from Wales, I told them about the look of relief on Taron's face after I told him that Oliver was my nephew and not my son, and I told them how he'd followed me out into the hallway and proceeded to ask if I'd like to go to dinner with him. They'd all squealed like teenagers and for a moment I felt like I was fifteen years old again, telling my girlfriends all about my latest crush in high school.

I looked at Rox and shook my head, "No and he wasn't there yesterday when I went to see his sister before the surgery either - I guess he had to leave or something". I shrugged my shoulders, "When I went in this morning to see how Serena went in surgery last night, the poor thing woke up and asked for her brother straight away. Tina - their mum, said that he was out doing interviews all day". Rox gave me a questioning look and I shrugged again, "For his new movie I guess? I'm not really sure". Rox grinned, "Well I'm sure you'll find out soon enough" she retorted with a wink. I shook my head and she chuckled - although I didn't want to admit it, I couldn't deny that I was a little disappointed that I didn't get a chance to see Taron today. He'd been on my mind since the moment I'd left him in the hallway yesterday and I'd even found myself googling his name when I'd finally gotten to bed last night. It was like he got more handsome with each new photo I saw and in the end I fell asleep dreaming of bright green eyes and British accents. I'd even woken up a little earlier this morning just to make myself look at least half decent for work today in the hope that I'd see him again.