Doctor styles [Harry styles fanfiction]

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

"So Madison Hiller," Dr. Styles started once he sat down on the opposite of the desk and started to type on his laptop. An awkward silence started and the only noise that filled the room was him typing. I looked on his desk and saw loads and loads of papers. I then saw a photo with him and an other guy. I focussed my eyes more on the picture and noticed they were holding a glass of beer while smiling at the picture. The other boy was also goodlooking if I may say, he had brown hair that was swept to one side and bright blue eyes.

"Í think you already heard it, but I'm sorry to say it again but you have leukemia," Dr. Styles snapped me out of my mind. I looked down and twiddled with my thumbs, desperately not wanting to let a tear fall down my cheek.

"But we are going to do anything we need, for you." He said and I looked up, being met by his green orbs. He gave me a reassuring smile and I nodded before looking down again.

"But what if I'm one of the 20%?" I croaked out, just like when Dr. Yavier had said that 80% cures. I suddenly felt powerless, like I had already lost the fight. Tears started to fall down my cheeks and I started to shiver.

"Madison, listen. We will do, anything and really ANYTHING, we need to do to get you away from here." He said as he bowed a bit more over the desk.

"Thanks." I said as I looked up and shocked a bit when I saw his face was closer than a minute ago.

"No problem love," Love? Did he just called me love? Was it normal for a doctor to call his patient 'love'? "it's what I love to do." He said as he smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"But now I need to know a few things." Dr. Styles grabbed his laptop again and started typing.

"You're coming from Liverpool, right?"

"Yes." I answered and he started typing on his laptop after all my answers.

"And did you lived there with your parents or..?"

"With my mom."

"Okay, is she also staying in London or around London?"

"Yes." I lied and felt a lump in my throat appearing as I thought back at how I told her I had leukemia and needed to go to London.

Flashback -

"Mom?" I asked as I opened the door. The smell of alcohol immediatly filled my nostrills.

"Mom?" I asked again because there was no answer. I heard soft crying coming from the livingroom. As I slowly closed the door I putted my bag on the ground and walked over to the doorframe. My mom was crying on the sofa with an bottle of beer next to her.

"Mom is everything alright?" I asked quietly. She looked up and nodded before patting me to come and sit down next to her. I did and she looked me in the eyes.