You're sitting in the doctor's office waiting for the doctor to come in. The assistant nurse has already done your check up and everything else. This office requires you to have a "yearly checkup" which Youre glad for because they make you feel relaxed and just kill that paranoid feeling you get when you think you're pregant but you're still a virgin, or something of the sort.
The doctor walks in and sits down. He must be new here. I've never seen him. He has long, curly hair and he's very tall.
You stand to shake his hand when he enters.
"Doctor Harry Styles." He says with a strong British accent.
"Pleasure to meet you." You reply in a sweet tone.
You've never had a young, good looking doctor like him before.
He sits down and examines your papers on his rolling stool. He rolls back over to you while taking his stethoscope from around his neck. He moves the fabric of your shirt down a little and puts the cold metal to your skin.
He makes eye contact with you, as you try not to let your heart race, and furrows his eyebrows, "How is your fever?"
"What fever?" The nurse didn't tell you that you were running a fever...
"Oh..." He says quietly, "You just look hot to me."
