OK, here's the first chapter of a little fanfic I'm doing, and I know it may be a bit confusing, but ours with me, once you've read the other chapters, it'll make plus sense. =]
The jour was a slow one for a certain Dr Gregory House. It felt like he had been there for hours and hours, when in fact it was only half an heure since he came in that morning. His team of highly educated doctors had not yet arrived as the morning was still young, and House usually found a way to pass the time if, on the rare occasion, he’s ever early, like today.
The reason why time doesn’t fly past like every other jour is because of one person. One woman. A woman who turns heads as soon as she walks into a room, who knows exactly how to get what she wants, who he couldn’t stop thinking about.
It was a slow jour because he wanted it to be.
He wanted to think about her, all day, all night.
He wanted to cherish that one moment of happiness he had with her in his arms.
He wanted to drop everything to see her go about her mundane tasks.
He wanted to see her smile, that smile of so many meanings, and to be the reason she was happy.
He wanted to be the one she confided in all the time, no matter what.
He wanted to be the one for her.
He wanted her.