Tattooed {Punk Harry Styles}

39

I watch Harry as he taps his finger against the hospital chair. Yes, Harry got me to go to the hospital. Considering my limp and my pain, I knew he was right about being checked out. Though I knew he was right, I didn't tell him or give him the satisfaction. I've also decided on something.. Harry wouldn't cheat on me nor kiss Row. She's a bitch.

The room was quiet. All the noise made was the clock. Not even Harry's finger against the chair could be heard.

To be honest, I was really nervous about this. When the doctor see's my scars, he's going to ask questions and assume things. It doesn't help that I'm a bad liar too.

Bringing me from my thoughts, A door opens in front of me and Harry. A small smile appears on my face when a woman in her mid-thirties walks in. She looks up at me with a smile before walking to the seat in front of a computer.

"Hi, I'm doctor Miller. You must be Samantha Sanford." She holds out her hand.

"Yes, Nice to meet you too." I shake her hand, firmly.

"You too. Who is this young man?" She nods over to Harry.

If I was being completely honest, she was so nice and down to earth. I liked her.

"Oh, that's Harry, my boyfriend." I smile over at him. Harry, tiredly, gives a small wave to the doctor.

"Nice to meet you." She waves back at him.

"Yeah, you too." He gives a tiny smile to her.

The doctor nods and clicks around on her computer before turning back to me.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, alright?"

"Sure."

Surprisingly, this doctor made me a lot less nervous. I had no worries..

"Full name?"

"Samantha Elizabeth Sanford."

"Height?"

"Five'Eight." I say, causing Harry to laugh uncontrollably. I glare before turning back up to doctor Miller.

"Weight?"

"Eighty-Seven pounds." I frown. A sudden shock ran through my body as a familiar and cold Hand rubbed down my back.

"That's mighty unhealthy, hun. Is there something going on at home causing this?" She asks politely.

"No." I shake my head.

She looks at me unsure before continuing on with questions.

"Age?"

"Eighteen."

"Date of birth?"

"Twelve, Twenty, Nineteen-Ninty-Four."

"Five days before Christmas." She smiles. "Alright, last period."

Though I can't see Harry, I can feel him watching me with a smirk.

"Two days ago." I cough awkwardly. Harry pats my back as he laughs lightly.

I turn from the doctor and glare.

"Stop." I point a finger at him in annoyance. He puts his hands up in surrender, holding back more laughs. I smiled as his dimples popped out of his cheeks. I love when his dimples show. It makes him look like a kid. Adorable..

"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to wait in the waiting room." The doctor frowns.

"Why?"

"We Just think it's better if guest wait in the waiting room when observing a patient."

"Well, I don't." He snaps angrily.

"Sir, there's no need to get angry. It's not my rule."

"Don't tell me what to do." He glares at her.

"Harry, Just go. I'll be out there soon." I push him back lightly.

Harry nods and backs up towards the door without another word.

"Sorry about him." I say sheepishly.

*****

I frown lightly as Doctor Miller tells me I need surgery.

Doctor Miller said that I'll recover from surgery in a week. I thought that was good since the week after is halloween.

"Alright, well, if you need anything else you can call me." She hands me a business card with a smile.

"Actually, there is something.." I trail off.

"What is it?"

I smirk evilly and stand from bed.

----------------------------------------

Sorry it's short I just wanted a CH (Cliff Hanger). Anyway, see ya soon!