Your P.O.V.
I opened my eyes and turned off my bleeping alarm. I groaned groggily and sat up, seeing my roommate eating breakfast at our counter in the kitchen.
"What was the alarm for," she asked, "You're usually not awake for another couple of hours."
"I have a stupid check-up today," I groaned.
"Hey it might not be so bad. Some doctors are actually cute!"
"No they're not."
"Remember you had that crush on Dr. Freeman?"
"Eww no he was like 50 years old and that's how old most of the doctors are."
"Well cute doctors or not, you still have to go."
I stuck my tongue out, "Fuck you Emily."
"Fuck you right back y/n."
I put up your middle finger and then grabbed your bag before heading out the door. I went out to your car, getting the keys out of my bag before going in the car, and buckled up. I drove to the doctor's office that I have gone to ever since you turned 13. There's an infirmary right on the college right?
You would think that I could just get my check-up there, but no-Johnson's Medical Center claims that I have more accurate results. I park my car and get out, then walk into the building.
"Hi," the lady at the front desk greets me.
"Hello I'm y/n and I have a check-up scheduled for 10:30."
"Oh ok honey the doctor will be out for you any minute, just fill out any information."
I took the provided pen and wrote down my name, reason for attending, and my card number.
"Thanks hon."
"You're welcome."
I went over and sat down in the waiting area. There were little kids playing with the toys and some kid kept sneezing. I swear he almost sneezed on me like 10 times.
"Y/n," someone finally called me.
The nurse led me back to one of the many many many rooms.
"I'm gonna check your weight, height, and blood pressure sweatie."
I nodded.
"Stand on this scale for me."
I did as she said.
"120 pounds which is healthy weight for your height."
I smiled as she moved the bar to my height.
"Height is 5 feet 2 inches. Now sit down and I'll take your blood pressure."
I did so and she took my blood pressure.
"You're sugar's a little low so you need to pack a candy bar in your purse each day. Ok?"
I nodded.
"The doctor will be right in shortly."
"Ok thank you."
"Well thank you and have a wonderful day."
"You too," I called as she exited, closing the door behind her.
I sat there in silence as I waited for the doctor to come in. I kicked my feet, smirked at the wall, and smirked down at the floor just to pass time. Finally, the doctor came in...AND HE WAS CUUUTE!
"Hello I'm Dr. Horan ," he said as he smiled.
"Hi," I smiled back.
"Miss y/n," he chuckled, "What are you here for today?"
Ooo he has a sexy ass Irish accent and he looks my age.
"A check-up," I said popping the P.
He chuckled, "Ok let's start."
I nodded. He is so adorable. Omg!
"Let me check your reflexes", he said and then started coughing.
"Are you okay," I asked.
He nodded and sneezed into his elbow, away from me.
"I'm fine," he tried to smile.
"Bless you," I said.
I could tell that he wasn't, the way he tried to smile when he said he was fine and after I blessed him. He sneezed twice into his elbow, away from me again. He has manners too? Cute? Irish accent? Manners? *shriek*
"Bless you."
He blushed deeply, "I'm so sorry."
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yea," he shook his head and sighed, "No actually I'm not. They made me come to work and I'm sick."
He whimpered and put his hand on his forehead, "I probably have a fever and I'm coughing and sneezing."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault love."
It looked like he was on the verge of tears.
"Here let me take care of you," I offered.
He shook his head and sneezed four times into his elbow.
"Bless-"
His sneeze cut me off. I felt bad for him.
"God bless you."
He stuck his lip out, keeping his hand pressed to his forehead.
"Hold up Dr. Horan."
"Niall."
"What?"
"Niall Horan, Dr. Niall Horan."
"I diagnos Dr. Niall Horan with whatever shit them boys had outside. I'll be back."
I walked out to the front.
"Hey lady," I asked when I got up to the front desk.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Dr. Niall Horan is sick and I think he deserves to go home."
She looked at me like I was crazy and then shook her head, "Good. Maybe he can rest."
She whispered, "They never let him have a day off."
I smiled and ran back to the room, sneaking behind some lady who'd gotten called on.
"You have the day off," I smiled.
"What? No way!"
"Way!"
He sneezed again and then coughed.
"Thanks," he said when he regained his composture.
"Welcome and the number is (your number)."
He smiled, "I was gonna ask. Thanks."
I nodded and we walked out together.
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