Caring (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Emily Blackwood is your almost average 20 year old nurse. She graduated university early due to her change of country, from Australia to London. With only Leah, Jess and Hannah as her friends, she struggles to find the romance she has dreamed of since a child. But that soon changes, all because of Leah. Emily isn't sure whether to thank her friend, or whether to hate her.
My fingers gently run over the dark mark situated in the crook of my neck. I wince at the slight pain. As I open my eyes that I didn't know I closed, I look to Leah.
My eyebrows furrow as I realise she isn't looking at me, but rather someone behind me. My head turns immediately to the source holding her attention.
He stands there, only metres from the door, staring at me. He smirks at me before dropping his left eye in a wink and vanishing out the door.
Fear racks through my body as I remember his words.
"You're now mine, Emily."
I turn back to Leah, our expressions the same.
Complete shock and fear.


2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2


As I make it to emergency I immediately spot the girl. I walk over to Greg and without saying anything he points to her. She looks around the age of eight.

“G’day mate, I’m Emily, a little birdy told me you aren’t talking to the nurses?” I question in a ‘put on’ Australian accent. She covers her giggle with her hand. “Is this true little miss?” I get no reply so I look back at Greg.

He walks over straight away. “Would you two mind just leaving? Emily has everything under control. She’s one of the best.” He convinced the young girl’s parents. He closes the curtain as well.

I jump up on the end of the bed, making sure not to squish her feet. I sit cross-legged and place my hands in my lap. “What’s your name?” I ask in my normal voice.

“M-Mia.” She stutters. “Y-you don’t really talk like that?” she asks.

I shake my head with a smile. “Nah, I am Australian though. I can tell you lots of stuff about Australia.”

She smiles in response. Hm, okay.

“Why don’t you tell me about London? Have you always lived here?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “We lived in Ireland with my c-cousin. But we all came here.”

“Do you like it here?” I ask hoping to get another answer. She nods. “What do you like about it?”

“P-People are nice, like you. But a lot of people are scary.” Her voice was quiet on the second sentence.

“Are those nurses scary?” she nods. “They are only trying to help, but there are lots of them aren’t there. It’s scary then isn’t it?” she nods again. “Here, I’ll tell you a secret. When I lived in Australia there weren’t many people in my town. So when I came here I was really scared because there were so many people.”

“Really?” she asks timidly.

“Yeah.” I tell her. “Would you like an ice block? It might make you feel better. Then I will ask you some questions. Just you and me, okay?”

Someone behind us coughs and I look at the closed curtain frowning. I see an arm poking through holding a fruit ice block. I smirk grabbing the ice block and smacking their arm.

I hop back on the bed and hand it to Mia.

“So Mia, what hurts?” I ask grabbing the folder and opening it up.

She frowns and points to her foot. “My foot hurts.” She almost whines.

“Am I allowed to look at it, Mia?” I ask, not wanting to cross her trust boundary.

Her face pales with nervousness. “Y-Yeah.” She pulls the blankets from her legs and I can immediately tell that it is broken.

Her foot is swelled up and darkly bruised. She flinches away when I go to touch it.

“Can I touch it? I’ll be gentle, I promise.” I tell her softly.

I reach for her foot and caress the multi-coloured skin. I can feel the lump where it’s been broken and moved. She cries out as I touch it.

“Sorry Mia.” I move my hand to her shoulder. “We need to fix this up before it gets worse, okay?” She nods. My hand drops back to her folder.

“Is it going to hurt?”

I sigh. “I’m not going to lie to you. It is going to hurt but we will give you some special stuff so you can sleep and it won’t hurt then. But guess what?” I ask excitedly after making another promise.

“What?” My effort at being excited didn’t make her copy.

“You can pick any colour and then that will be on your cast.” I say excitedly again.

She seems partially shocked. “Really? Are you kidding?”

I frown at her, but still smiling. “Does it look like this face is kidding?” I point to myself for emphasis.

We both laugh, but we are abruptly cut off.

“Where is she?!”

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