Hey guys, guess what i have to do, LOADS OF HW!
So this chapter took me forever to write, plz enjoy!
Might not update until Thursday ;)
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"Natasha Elliot" the cook said in a bored tone.
I got up from my chair and went to the counter to recieve my lunch
Oh yay my favourite, green slop, smelly slop and chewy slop. My favourite (note the sarcasm)
I went back to my seat and quietly sat my tray on the table. I didnt feel that hungry today, i dont really know what it was, maybe it was the food. No, i know what was making me feel this uneasy, and I really hated the fact of not being able to do anything.
When I was a little girl I pictured myself in University, studying law, finding a boyfriend, growing old and dying in bed. I'd never think i would end up in a hospital and die at the age of 17.
I pushed the thought away and shoved my tray of slop in the centre of the table then stood up and walked out of the food court. I needed to go back to my room, i hated being within everybodys vision. I hated the looks they gave me, Pity.
I walked as fast and swiftly as I could to my room and shut the door. I flopped down on the creaky hospital bed and sighed, why me? I was having a great life, my mum and I had only bought a new house, we adopted a puppy as a celebration when i was told i was cured. Then i get thrown at me that I still have leukimia and i have very slim chances of surviving. I still remember the day they told my mum and i the news:
FLASHBACK
"Ms Elliot have a seat please" the doctor asked.
"Hello sir" i said happily. "whats the matter? Did my mother not pick up my pills? she came in here yesterday i assure you-"
"No thats not why i called you to come here Ms Elliot" he interupted.
I gave him a confused look "So whats wrong?"
He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes tiredly and stressfully. He looked me in the eye and said three words that changed my life.
"Your not cured" he blurted out.
Time stood still at that moment, because i wasnt paying attention to him anymore. I felt numb, it was like having everything ripped from your grasp. I didnt cry, i didnt even frown, i just looked straight ahead, all the emotion wiped from my face.
"-and so your going to have to stay at the hospital until we can cure you Ms..." he finished
I looked at him, he was shaking, almost crying even. I guess he couldnt believe it either, after all he knew I spent 3 years of my childhood being cured from leukimia. He was the doctor who performed on me.
"I'm so sorry Natasha, please forgive me, i promise you i removed everything from you i swear-" he pleaded.
"Sir" I interupted. he shut his mouth staring at me. "I think i should go home and tell my mum"
END OF FLASHBACK
I sighed at the memory. Not on the top 10 best moments of my life thats for sure.
My head snapped to the direction of the door when i heard a knock.
"Come in" i said
As the door opened I looked to who it was. My breath hitched in my throat. In front of me was the most amazing guy i had ever seen. He had brown curly hair that flopped over his eyes, he had green piercing eyes which locked with mine, he looked like 5,9, 19 years old and his 6 pack was visible under the thin t-shit he wore under the doctors coat.
To sum it up, he looked like a sex god
"Um, hi" he said in a low raspy voice.
Oh dear lord, he sounds like a sex god too
"My name is harry Styles" he said again in that raspy voice "Im your new helper" he said with a smile.
To say i was shocked was an understatement. HIM?! he is my new helper?! What why?! Miranda said that i would have a girl helper not a smoking hot guy!
I probably had my jaw hanging open for too long because he cleared his thoat to get my attention. He smirked at me and i shut my mouth in emarassment and looked away, i could feel the blush creeping up my neck to my cheeks.
"So" he said with a smug tone in his voice, he obviously saw me checking him out. "whats your name?"
"uh-um my name is Natasha" i said with a weak tone. Wow well done Nat, playing it real cool. As i mentally slapped myself he spoke again.
"Natasha" he repeated.
God it sounded so cute rolling off his tounge, what the hell Nat stop thinking like this! you just met the guy!
"Its a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he said with a wink.
Oh.My.God if he keeps this up i will be as read as a tomato any second.
"Uhh t-thanks" i stuttered with a blush. Harry seems to have a huge effect on me, ive got to keep my cool, i dont want to seem like another clingy girl he's probably used to. But what am i supposed to do?! This is the first time a hot guy, who is within my age limit has stepped into this hospital.
"Well i should probably go, i have to go see Miranda and sort out all the paperwork" he said with a smile. He held his hand out for me to shake. "It was nice meeting you"
"Yea, it was nice meeting you- " my breath hitched at the back of my thoat as shook his hand. A tingling sensation was running up my arm giving me shivers.
I quickly let go of his hand and rubbed my arm.
"It was nice meeting you too" i finished with a small smile
He looked at me, dazed for a second. Did he feel the tingling too?
Whatever he was thinking about he snapped out of it and returned a grin "Bye Natasha" and with that he walked out of my room and shut the door behind him, his shoes echoing against the cold tile floor.
"Bye Harry" I whispered
I walked back to my bed and flopped down onto it, my head landing in my pillow.
I sighed. Harry styles what have you done to me?
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My Safe Haven (Harry Styles fanfic)
Teen FictionNatasha Elliot is your average 17 year old teenager. She has brown eyes, wavy dark brown hair and sickly white skin. She is just like any other teenage girl, apart from that she is dying. She has lived in the hospital since she was 13, only leaving...
