Chapter 36: Hospital Visits.

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Chapter 36: Hospital Visits.

Taylor's POV

I was asked to lie down on the hard and flat bed or whatsoever.

"Taylor!" Doctor Nancy greets me as she enters the room after the nurse left.

"Doc! It's been some time." I smile and she walks over to get her tools.

"I thought you have a boyfriend. Well, that's what I heard from the nurses when you were rushed to the ER." She chats with me while she goes through her stuff.

Doctor Nancy A. Willow. Call her Doctor Nancy, call her Doctor Willow. That was always her opening line to new patients.

She has dirty blonde hair that still looks perfect. Actually, her hair is a mix of brown and golden blonde which makes her quite unusual.

Her nose is tall, and perfectly sculpted is what I can say. Her face is always reddish white for no reason, but I can state that she's still beautiful even with wrinkles as a fact.

"Oh, umm, we--"

"Broke up, is it now sweetheart?" She giggles, still searching for something.

"Not exactly." I say simply and look over at her. She found what she was looking for telling from her happy gestures.

"You'll get over it, don't worry." She smiles at me warmly and gets ready to spread the gel.

"That's the thing, I don't want to." I frown as she rubs the gel over my growing belly.

"Still, you'll make up your mind when you see him." She advices and takes a look at the screen, still showing that warm smile.

"There she is!" She directs my eyes to the screen and I nearly stopped breathing.

It's amazing. She's amazing.

Seeing that perfect figure moving, I give myself a high five saying I did it.

The check up ends quickly with a few reminders and I walk off on the halls.

I catch people staring at me, whispering to their pair as as soon as they see me.

The air felt cold in my nervousness.

I get glares from a few halls later, and that was a start of a trail of panic.

"Oh look, it's the slut." I hear one clearly just behind me which causes me to stop, a tear already resting on my eye bags.

"Shh. She's no slut, she's my girlfriend." A man opposes on her message.

My feet are still glued on the floor. I'm nobody's girlfriend. Taylor, you do not love any man. I repeat, you do not love--

"IT'S HARRY STYLES!" A girl screams behind me on the left.

Harry?

I turn around and find him, standing there, with his usual fedora and aviators.

He takes the photo with the fan, immediately spotting me practically frozen.

"Baby!" He exclaims loudly and walks fast, approaching me.

My mouth is open and my eyes are wide, why is he talking to me?

"How much I've missed you." He still says it loudly.

He grabs me by my waist.

The not-so-unexpected thing happened, he kissed me.

My eyes are still open but they slowly let themselves shut as Harry kissed me deeper and deeper.

He detaches his lips from mine, pulling me back to meet my face.

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