Harry Styles Imagines.

Dental Appointment.

This is a request for @TPWK_RachelS. I hope you like it!!! :)

"Baby, you'll have to get that checked out." Harry says.

"No, I am fine." I say stubbornly and take out a cold bottle of water.

"See." I say to him and soon as I take a sip of the water, I wince and immediately rush to spit it out in the sink.

"Fuck." I curse and my palm to the tooth that's aching horribly.

I open my eyes and see Harry just sitting there with crossed hands and a 'I told you so' expression.

My tooth hurts so bad that it brings tears to my eyes.

I hear Harry's footsteps and soon he wraps his hands around me and pulls me into a hug.

He makes a sound and I look up to see his face. I scowl when I see he is trying not to laugh.

"Fuck off." I say and shove at his chest, but he lets out a loud laugh and pulls me back to him, squeezing me hard.

"I'm sorry. I won't laugh." He says and presses a quick peck on my forehead.

"But seriously, you really need to get your tooth checked y/n." He says now seriously.

I groan into his chest and let my head fall on his shoulder.

"I don't wanna. I don't like it there." I whine like a little child and Harry chuckles above me. I whack his back with my hand, and he laughs a bit more.

"Why don't you like it there? It's just the doctor." He says and squeezes his arms around me.

"It's not the doctor, it's the tools they use." I say and nuzzle my neck into his face.

After a lot of convincing from my boyfriend, I finally agreed to go to the dentist and now here I am, sitting on the chair with the doctor doing something beside me and Harry holding my hand.

"It's gonna be fine, baby. I'm here." He reassures me.

"I'm scared." I whisper to my boyfriend, and he looks at me with a sympathetic expression and squeezes my hand.

"Okay, Miss Y/n. Looks like we have to fill that tooth with cement." The doctor says and snaps his gloves on his wrist, and I feel a scary shiver go down my spine, making me squeeze Harry's hand tightly.

Next the doctor picks up a tool which enough to bring tears to my eyes.

"Mr. Styles I am afraid you'll have to stand outside." Doctor says and I get alarmed.

"No, no. Let him stay here, please." I say and sit up straight but the nurse to assist the doctor pushes my chest lightly so I can sit back.

"Is there any chance I can stay here?" Harry asks.

"Afraid not, sir." The stupid doctor says and I wanna cry my eyes out.

"I'll be out, then. Okay?" Harry looks at me and I have to reluctantly nod.

"Okay, Miss Y/n. Sit back and open your mouth, please." The doctor says and I feel the hard tool on my inner molar, I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as the pain shoots through my tooth.

After almost an agonizing half an hour of just squirming, whining, and the nurse and the doctor scolding me, while they abuse my tooth, I am standing beside Harry as the doctors tell me how to take of my tooth.

"No, hard food, just have liquids till tomorrow, no gum for a week and eat ice-cream for two days. Okay?" The doctor asks and I nod my head unable to speak because of my tooth.

Me and Harry get out of the clinic and sit in his car. Harry looks at me and pulls me into him.

"How was it?" He asks even though he damn well knows my answer.

"How do you think?" I snap at him.

"I'm sorry, baby. But it was needed. Plus, you get to eat ice-cream for two whole days." He tries to encourage my mood, but all I can think of is those horrifying tools me and my tooth had bare.

"Okay." I mumble into his neck, and he presses a kiss on top of my head.

After that we head to the ice cream shop, and I getto eat four scoops of strawberry ice cream!!

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