Malik, M.D.

Malik, M.D.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 7, 2014
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Harry Styles
I need to focus on my job, my career, and taking care of these patients. Moving to London is supposed to be a good experience, not one plagued by this arrogant prick of a doctor. But why can't I get him out of my thoughts? How could I be so drawn to him? Is it his dark, tousled head of hair... Or caramel-colored eyes with just a hint of green... Or his dark and commanding voice that stops me in my tracks? I refuse to let this sexy doctor be my complete undoing...
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(This is a really old book I recently brought back) Finally, Harry Styles gets to move into his new flat in Bradford. He's waited so long for this day to come and to find his dream job that he knew was closest to the home he was looking at. To become a tattoo artist, his love for art, ink and drawings has developed into something he see's himself doing for a lifetime. Everything felt just right, the beauty of things and the fresh air that he knew would bring him nothing but peace. There was only one problem though, he felt like everywhere he went, he was being watched. Could that be because he's somewhere different? Maybe his anxiety was getting the best of him? Zayn malik, the one neighbor most people avoid because of the way he looks and his quiet personality. The raven haired man never bothered to really make conversation with people who weren't real close to him which was probably never. He was alone, dealt with situations alone and hated pretty much the entire neighborhood for no real reason. But something inside of him had changed one day, not just something but someone. The moving truck, the boxes, a man with long curly hair and deep dimples. Zayn knew he had to have him, he needed him more than he needed air. So what a better way to catch up on this man than to watch his every move.

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