Dr. Harry Styles

Are you okay?

~ Lucy's POV ~

Emily walked back into the room and dumped my phone and my charger into my lap.

"Thrwanks?" I said back to her all muffled up because Harry had his tools in my mouth.

She walked around so sassy like she was all that and a bag of chips.

"Okay Lucy," Harry said looking in my eyes while taking his tools out of my mouth. "It's time to get started."

He grabbed the laughing gas.

"No-" I almost yelled at him. "Just the lidocain."

The last thing I wanted was to be all Lucy-in-the-Sky-with-Diamonds around Emily and Harry.

And for some strange reason, a part of me wanted to remember this.

"Okay," Harry said grabbing a q-tip with some gel on it. "You know the drill."

Haha. Ha. Ha.

Anyways, it took a lot of power and sheer force trying not to cry or let anything out. I hated needles.

And then Emily shoved in a prop so that my mouth was stuck open.

~ Harry's POV ~

Lucy was acting strange. Like she was trying to hold something in. But at least Emily was here.

"Alright Lucy, I'm going to make a small incision to see if the bone has healed well with the implant I put in. If it is, then I can add the tooth part."

Emily handed me a huge scalpel, probably the biggest one we have.

"Em," I whispered, "can I have a smaller one? Maybe like a 12?"

But before we could make a trade, someone busted down the door.

~ Lucy's POV ~

I was mortified when I saw Harry holding a huge scalpel. Maybe I should of asked for gas after all.

But then there was a thud at the door.

"Shwam?" I said staring at Sam in her eyes.

She looked furious. She took one look at Emily, and then another at Harry.

"What on Earth do you think you are doing here?" She yelled at Harry.

"Funny you ask," Harry started, "Because I was right about to ask you the same thing."

She looked away from Harry, and then to me again. Her eyes were filled with apologies, and understanding.

"Come on Lucy," she said softly while grabbing my crutches, "My uncle's a dentist. You don't have to stay here anymore."

I got up with tears in my eyes as Harry sat there in shock. Emily was smiling, of course.

"Who even are you?" Emily finally said.

Sam flipped around 180° and stared right at Emily, and then Harry.

"I'm Sam," she spitted. "And you better get used to me."

I was speechless, but I managed to rip the bib off my neck.

"I'm your biggest nightmare. And no, Mister Harry Styles, you don't get to mess up Lucy's life. You don't get to lead her on and then crush her with this pile of crap."

I pushed my crutch against her telling her that we should go, but she just wasn't finished.

"You don't get to force someone into your little chair because they can't run away. That's just sick. Harry Styles, you are sick."

Harry looked confused, but angry at the same time.

"Just remember, karma is a bitch, and I just renewed your prescription."

And with that, Sam basically carried me out of his office, and dropped me into the car.

"Don't worry about anything Lucy," she said to me looking into my crying eyes. "You don't ever have to come back here again."

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Sorry that it was a bit more than three hours, but I changed was I was going to originally write. Thanks for 2.5k!!