THE FIGHTER

(A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

R. Riley

Copyright © 2013 by ReganRiley

All rights reserved.

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Chapter 1.

The snow outside was tremendous, falling about five inches just in the past hour. I couldn't believe I was being forced to go out in this weather at this time of night. The hospital must be crazy to be calling and expecting me to come.

But of course, I will go simply because it sounded as if it was an emergency. It was the one day I had off and I was planning on spending a day at rest, but activities such as rushing to the hospital occurred and it was all ruined.

I wasn't a doctor, or a nurse for that matter. I was a part of a program that my college set up for people in the field of nursing. It was very beneficial. I received credits and almost everyone who entered this program got a job in the hospital. I just needed to pay attention and keep my head out of the gutter.

I made my way toward my car, me being the only person outside at this time. It was 2am and pitch black out. The only thing visible was the snow falling in front of the street lights.

It was a beautiful sight to see. The fresh snow created a blanket of white to cover the surrounding area, indicating that there wasn't such movement along the pavement of the city. London was not unique— one day it being ice cold and the next chilly.

I carefully drove my car into the hospital parking lot, looking into my side view mirror and seeing a bunch of news reporters running down the street. An ambulance's lights blinded my view and I huffed. They are crazy to be out in this snow. Whoever they are chasing must be important. I took my key out of the ignition, placing it into my purse.

I took a deep breath before opening my car door, adjusting my book bag and purse on my shoulders. My face felt frozen as little specs of iced water hit my skin, causing my whole body to be cold.

I rummaged through my bag for my St. Gregory's Hospital I.D. card, punching it into the slot and opening the door to get inside. I let out a sigh of relief at the warm air tickling my skin.

White walls and dull tiled floors made me groan slyly. I quietly carried my bags to the nurse's headquarter toward the west wing of the hospital.

My shoes clanked against the tile with each stride I took, allowing almost anyone to know I was approaching. I looked down, feeling my phone starting to vibrate. I fumbled for the device and quickly grasped onto it, only for me to drop it back into the bag.

My action was interrupted when a nurse  pushed me out of the way and into the white wall. My face was in such proximity to the cemented barrier that each stroke the painter took was clearly visible from my ending position. I readjusted my bags and opened the office door, shaking off what happened.

"Rebecca, we were just starting to wonder if that was your footsteps. Is something wrong? Why are you here?" A fellow nurse, Meredith inquired and I pulled a strand of hair out of my face.

"I'm on call." I told her and placed my bags on a table. Just as I was about to take off my scarf, all the female nurses started to whisper while a patient was being sped down the hallway and toward the emergency section. The sound of doctors yelling for people to move out the way had the hospital on edge, including me.

"Lucky for whoever gets that room." Meredith sipped a Starbucks cup and picked up a clipboard stacked with papers.

I hung up my coat and scarf, turning around to see that she was no longer there. Just my luck, I was going to ask her who the patient was. I rolled my eyes and looked around the room for something to do. I pulled out a tiny mirror from my bag and started to fix my makeup.

"Rebecca, just who I wanted to see! You're on call, correct?" Mr. Bambino asked me with a smile on his face and I nodded. He was head of the staff for my program and he helped me with anything I needed. I watched him pull out a stack of papers, separating them into tiny piles.

"Take these." He handed me a patient's file along with a release form for the person's family. "I want you to experience a fast-paced, stressful time in the emergency room. This may be the only one we have this year. Go to room 209 and stick around." He instructed and disappeared into the hallway before I could protest. My nerves got the best of me and I couldn't form a coherent sentence for the life of me. A real emergency was going on and he was asking me to witness it?

I made my way toward the elevator, debating whether or not to open the file. Just as I was about to, the elevator clicked making me jump. Two doctors walked out, completely ignoring me and in conversation. I let out a deep breath and stepped into the elevator, clicking on level 2.

I glanced down at the thin paper in my hand, gliding my index finger down the material to separate the front and back of the file. I scrunched my eyebrows trying to read who was in the file.

"Harry Styles?" I asked myself.

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A.N

7/2/18: ur in for a ride lel
I'm tryna edit this shit so that the comments work ugh my mind

ALSO WHEN I WROTE THIS IN 2013 I DIDNT KNOW WHO THE FUCK MEREDITH GREY WAS SO STOPPPP ATTACKING ME LOLOL

first 10 chapters r rough ngl... chapter 30 and on I kinda figure out how to write English

Thanks guys. A lot of you comment that you've read this over 10 times or it is your favorite fanfic, and I'd just like to say that I appreciate you. Every vote, read, comment etc. believe it or not I legit read all the comments. I reread my fanfics a lot... yeah. Don't be shy to message me or smth. I'm rlly friendly. Enjoy!

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