Harry Styles Imagines

10 - Doctor Appointment

Doctor Appointment

"Okay Miss, what seems to be the problem?" I walk into the clinic room and hold my clipboard.

"I've had trouble sleeping recently," she said and began to ramble on.

"Mhm okay," I said and handed her the note. "I've prescribed you some medicine and your health insurance shall cover it."

Her daughter sits in the chair and squeals and I glance at her, "What?"

"Nothing it's just that Harry Styles and Liam Payne are out in the waiting room!" She says happily.

"Oh okay sweetie," I nod. Harry comes here often and regularly for dumb reasons.

The parent leaves with her daughter and I walk to the printer and pick up the next sheet assigned for me. It reads Harry Styles.

I open the door and yell in the waiting room, "Styles?"

He stands up but Liam remains seated. "Right this way Mr. Styles."

I lead him into his room and sit him down. I walk back out and fill out his paper work and soon I go back inside.

"Hey Y/N, I missed seeing you," Harry commented from the clinic bed.

"That's nice," I smile.

"Have you thought about it yet?" Harry asked.

"Sir, you know I can't date any patients," I say sternly.

"But you want to."

"So what seems to be your problem today?" I ask him.

"My throat is sore," Harry simply told.

I restrain from rolling my eyes, "Sir, there is a drug store for that."

"But it really hurts. I think something is wrong," Harry said.

"Sir-"

"Don't call me 'Sir'. That isn't what you call me when you're at my house, Y/N."

"But this is a work day and a work environment. I haven't been to your house in a while and that needs to stop," I blush slightly. We don't even do anything, we're just friends. But we both know that we want to be more and that can't happen.

"Is there anything else that's troubling you?" I ask him and his green eyes locks with mine.

"Well, no," Harry sighed.

I grabbed the light and the tongue stick, "Lets see here."

I walked between his legs and Harry opened his mouth and his breath smelled like he just ate an apple. I see the minor problem and retract my items from his mouth. I set then beside him and pick up my clipboard prescribing him some medicine.

I look up at him and realize that I'm still between his legs and his gaze is on me.

I cleared my throat, "Sorry. Okay Harry-"

Harry cut the sentence by placing his lips on mine gently. My heart sped up a bit and I kissed back, dropping my clipboard. His hands went up my shirt and trailed along my back and my hands were on his neck. Soon we started tongue kissing and I could feel his smirk.

A knock at the door startled us and I backed away quickly, gathering my clipboard. It was just a patient with the wrong room number.

"Uh, you're good to go," I hand him his prescription note and Harry walked ahead of me and stopped at the door.

"See you next time, love," Harry said and kissed my lips once.

He walked away and grinned showing his dimples, before turning the corner. I still know that this isn't right but he sure has me wrapped around his finger.