The List

28. Appointment

28. Appointment

"Right, so call me if there's anything serious," Harry explains to me as he leaves for Jake's in the morning.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I tell him as he's already told me a hundred and one times, "Now go, you're gonna be late."

"Alright, see you tomorrow yeah," he says hugging me quickly.

"See you tomorrow."

"Be safe," he adds winking as he opens the front door.

I roll my eyes at his immaturity.

"I should be saying the same thing to you," I retort, as he laughs.

It's about midday, and I'm casually sitting on the sofa, with a huge bowl of cereal, watching some soppy film that was on one of the channels.

About halfway into my bowl of cereal, the doorbell sounds. I frown in confusion as to who it might be at 12 in the afternoon.

I get up to answer it anyway; I open the door to see Connor in front of me. Then I remember he was here to come to my appointment with me.

"Hi," he says cheerfully, hugging me.

"Hi," I manage, as I finish chewing my cereal.

"You look so confused to see me," he says, inviting himself in, "Loving the outfit by the way," he points out.

"Firstly, I completely forgot, even though Harry reminded me about a hundred times before he left, secondly, you're early and thirdly, these are my pyjamas," I look down at my rather revealing pyjama choice. I was dressed in tiny shorts and a white shirt.

"Well then, maybe you should wear them more often, because they're sexy," he whispers in my ear, kissing my neck.

"You think," I play along, as he pushes me against the wall, his hands on my waist, moving up to hold my face.

"Uh huh," he mumbles as I press my lips to his, as I pull him closer.

"I need to get ready," I say, pulling apart from Connor.

We go upstairs and I choose some clothes, before escaping to the bathroom to have a quick shower.

I get dressed into some jean shorts with frayed edges and an off the shoulder light grey cropped sweater. For my shoes, I just put on some slip on shoes.

I leave my hair in their messy curls and apply a few coats of mascara. Before Connor gets bored.

"Em, are you don-" I stop him mid-sentence, by planting a kiss on his lips, to which he eagerly replies to by involving his tongue.

As we're lying on my bed kissing, I catch a glance at the clock, seeing that it's nearly one o'clock and that we should probably get going.

We get the bus to the hospital, as neither Connor nor I can drive yet. I'm honestly going to be so happy when I can finally start driving, as then I don't have to rely on others for lifts. I won't have to take public transport. It's gonna be great.

When we arrive at the hospital, I enter telling the receptionist my name before going and taking a seat.

"So what are they going to do," Connor asks me.

"Well, they do reflex tests and stuff and then take my blood," I explain, as he nods his head understanding.

As we're waiting I see someone familiar.

"Nurse Becky," I say getting up as she walks towards me.

"Emily, darling, how are you," she says hugging me.