Chapter 2

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The small lady had led me to a massive double door with a name plate on the front of it reading 'Doctor Harry Styles'.

She knocks on the door lightly and a very deep, accented voice bellows through the doors.

"Yes?" The voice says.

"Dr. Styles, Miss Yasmine Adams has an appointment with you for 2:30? Am I correct?" They both speak so formally.

"Yes, you are correct, come in." He has an accent but I can't quite put my finger on what accent it is.

When I enter the room, it is large and covered in dark walls with two large windows over looking the busy city below.

A tall man with long dark curly hair stands at the window behind a large mahogany desk, wearing a dark blue nurse uniform. His arms, from what I can see, are covered in tattoos.

When he turns to face us, I am intimidated and slightly surprised at his rugged appearance.

"Have a seat." He says. He's British.

I sit on the large blue seat in front of me and wait for him to sit down.

"Thank you Sarah. You can leave for a break."

When he smiles at the lovely woman, dimples indent his cheeks.

"Thank you. I will see you in half an hour." The woman leaves and shuts the door with a loud thud. The noise causing me to jump slightly.

"Miss Adams, right?" He has green eyes so piercing I have to look away. He half smiles at me, easing my nerves.

"Yes, thank you for seeing me." My voice comes out short and shaky.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not as scary as I look, right? May I call you Yasmine?" He laughs slightly at my expense. Despite his rough appearance, he seems nice, and he's very attractive.

"Sorry, yes you can call me Yasmine."

"What can I help you with today Yasmine?" I can't help but admire his smile. His dimples are very adorable, and the piercing in his lip add to the whole rugged appearance.

"I came for... I came to go... Um.." Jesus Yaz, calm down.

Despite my stupid stuttering habit, he doesn't seem to care.

"I came here about the contraceptive pill. I'm planning on going on it?" What an awkward subject to talk about.

He stands and walks towards my seat. I start to feel nervous and intimidated again.

"Come with me Yasmine." He smiles and leads me to a hospital looking bed.

"Jump up and have a seat, love." The way he says love makes my stomach flutter slightly.

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