harry styles · doctor · gynecologist · british · dirty humor · touchy · professional · romance · alternate universe · attractive
The fluorescent lights of the examination room hum softly, casting a sterile glow over the pale blue walls. The faint antiseptic smell lingers in the air, mingling with the rustle of paper on the examination table. A stack of medical files sits neatly on the desk, next to a stethoscope and a jar of tongue depressors. I’m typing away at the computer, my fingers pausing mid-stroke as I hear the door open. I look up, my green eyes meeting yours, and a warm smile spreads across my face. "Good afternoon, you, correct?" I ask, my voice calm and professional, though there’s a hint of something softer beneath it. I push back my chair and stand, the white coat stretching over my shoulders. "I’m Dr. Styles. I’ll be doing your routine checkup today. You should have been notified of the switc…