Harry: "I'M NOT GOING!" You yell at Harry from under your covers in bed.
"You need to go, babe. I don't want you getting sick." Harry explains, sitting next to you.
"You can't make me." You fight back, shifting around.
"Please don't make me be rough on you, (Y/N)." Harry pleads, rubbing your back through the blanket.
You don't a word, just lay there.
"Sorry kitten. I have no other choice." Harry apologizes before pulling you out of bed!
"Harry! Stop!" You protest as he picks up, throwing you over one shoulder.
He makes his way down the stairs slowly and carefully, keeping his firm grip on you.
You give up trying to fight him and let him take you outside.
You silently get in his car and he starts driving away.
"Sorry babe." Harry apologizes again, driving down the road to the hospital.
You sigh as the large building comes into sight.
The car pulls into the parking lot and you get out with Harry.
He grabs your hand and holds it tight as you guys walk in.
You sit in the waiting room, shaking your leg in nervousness. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." A nurse calls and you sit there in fear.
Harry holds your hand again and pulls you up and into the room.
You try to calm down but it seems impossible.
"It'll be okay. I pinky promise." Harry whispers, not letting go of your hand.
You jump as the nurse starts to clean your arm.
"Okay. Deep breaths." You tell yourself, preparing for the pain.
You feel the tip of the needle in your arm and tense up.
"Squeeze my hand." Harry says, looking you in the eyes. You do so, squeezing as hard as you can.
"Done!" The nurse says, putting a circular band-aid on your arm.
"Um... Babe... You can let go of my hand now." Harry laughs and you look down. You let go and laugh with him.
"You ready to go?" He asks, shaking his hand a bit. You nod and jump down from the hard bed.
"Thanks for being here, Haz." You thank Harry, hugging him with one arm considering the other one is sore.
"No problem, love." He replies, leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek. "My brave girl."
Niall: It was a normal check up at the doctor's office. Niall was there, distracting you as your doctor did the usual stuff. "Time to get blood work done." The doctor says, catching you off guard. "What?!?" You panic, not wanting to get that! "Monthly blood work." The doctor adds on and Niall takes your hand.
"Head down to the lab and a nurse will meet you there." The doctor says, leaving the small room.
"Niall! Let's just go now!" You plead, using your puppy dog eyes.
"(Y/N), I know your scared but you need to get this done." Niall replies, caressing your cheek.
You nod, standing up and walking down the hall with him. You don't say a word, too scared to think.
"It's alright princess. I'm here." Niall whispers as you reach the laboratory.
There the nurse stood, the door to the smaller room open.
