I need him H.S Imagines

𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

synopsis: y/n is homesick and harry wants to help her

word count: 7.7k

contains: fluff, Filipino y/n, doctor harry, medical talk, homesickness, brief moments of discrimination, workplace bullying, rude co-workers

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'You have just as much right to be here as everyone else.'

That's what Y/N had been telling herself since she had left for work in the early hours of this morning. She had barely slept a wink last night, tossing and turning as her mind was riddled with things that hadn't happened but weighed so much.

Her backpack was filled with the things she listed weeks before. Her scrubs, a packed lunch, water, a few snacks to eat throughout the day and a couple of things loose at the bottom that jangled with each step she took towards the tube station. On her feet was a new pair of trainers her mother had bought her before she took the plane to a country she had never stepped foot in before the beginning of this month.

"Mahal kita, mamimiss kita." I love you, I will miss you. Her mother had said as she dropped her off at the airport. No tears in her eyes because they were all in Y/N's as she clenched her fingers around the handle of her small suitcase that was just enough to last the first few months out of the three years she'd be living away from her family.

"Mama," Y/N cried, her family weren't criers but today she was.

Y/N's mother shook her head, refusing to allow herself to cry when this was meant to be good. "Gagawa ka ng mga magagandang bagay." You will do such good things. Her mother wiped away her tears, "Mananatili pa rin ako dito sa loob ng tatlong taon at magiging mas mahusay ka." I will still be here in three years and you will be someone better.

Y/N was homesick as soon as the plane lifted off the ground of her home country. The trouble with planes was the window was always too small and she could only ever look down and not behind. Once they flew over her country of the Philippines, she took in everything she possibly could - the bright colours of the sea and the sand on the beaches that stretched for miles.

She would come back and she would be better, for her family.

As she stepped off of the tube train and walked up the steps towards the light, she took the sunshine peeking through the gaps of the grey clouds in the London sky as a good sign. Even though things weren't easy, it doesn't mean they were bad.

The hospital was huge in comparison to the hospitals where she had done her training back home. It took her a while to find where the entrance was without going in through the emergency department but eventually, she found her way to the front desk.

"Hi," Y/N said softly, feeling unsure. Even though she was good at English after years of studying it during school, she still doubted herself, especially around fluent speakers. It made her feel embarrassed and more of an outsider than she already was. "I'm Y/N, I'm here to pick up my ID badge."

The woman at the desk, peered over her glasses and smiled, "Is today your first day?"

"Yes, I'm a healthcare assistant," Y/N offered a smile, as best as she could despite her nerves.

The woman's fingers clacked against the keyboard, "I'm afraid your ID badge has yet to be delivered so I'll have to give you a temporary one."

Y/N's smile faltered, "Oh okay,"

"Let me print one out for you, I'll be right back." The receptionist slid off her chair.

Y/N stood to the side, her eyes darting around the hospital. There were many healthcare workers already at work, pushing patients around in wheelchairs or walking in pairs down huge corridors. She gripped the strap of her backpack, her palms sweating.