Strong (Book 2 in the No Control series)

Chapter 16

We spent a few more days at the villa before returning to London. Liam has some meetings and I have some doctors appointments. Caroline insisted that I need to have regular doctors set up, since I'll be living here now.

Yesterday was my gynecologist appointment. Those are never fun, no matter what country you are in. I'm supposed to go back today for my test results. Nothing like drawing out the fun. I'm meeting Harry for lunch first.

"Thanks for picking me up, Harry."

"No problem, Lizzie. Are you ever going to get your license here though?" He teases.

I shake my head. "I know, I need to. I'm just afraid I'll mess up when everything is on the other side."

He laughs. "You'll be fine."

Harry and I enjoy a nice lunch. Good food and great conversation.

"Lizzie, I was hoping you could help me out with something after lunch. I'd like you to help me pick out a gift for my sister."

"Sure, H. I have an appointment though."

"I'll go with you, then we can go shopping. What kind of appointment?" Harry asks.

I blush. "Gynecologist."

Harry's eyebrows shoot up.

I laugh. "It's just for routine test results. It should be quick."

Ever want to have a strange experience? Sit in a gynecologist's waiting room with Harry Styles. He was getting so much attention, I couldn't leave him out there alone. I sit across from a desk, waiting for the doctor. Harry sits in a seat across the room.

The doctor finally comes in and verifies with me that it's ok for Harry to be there. "Yes. Weird, but ok." Is my answer.

"Liz, there were some abnormalities in your tests. I would like you to see a specialist, to get his opinion."

I shake my head. "What...what kind of abnormalities?" Out of the corner of my eye I see Harry move to the edge of his seat.

"It's nothing definite. You will need further testing. It could be a condition that would make it difficult, if not impossible for you to have children."

"What?!" I raise my voice.

Harry runs to my side. He tries to calm me, but I think I'm hyperventilating. The doctor tries to calm me as well, insisting it isn't for sure. I feel like I'm in a fog. Harry takes the paperwork for the specialist and the doctor leaves us alone.

Harry holds me while I cry. He doesn't say a word. He just rubs my back, letting me cry on his shoulder.

When my sobs slow a bit, he asks me. "Do you want me to call Liam?"

"No, please don't!"