Liam's POV

I knew Charlie was telling him about my problem and soon he would come looking for me and probably yell at me about this. I know that it's stupid for me to still be this way, but I just can't help it. I can't help the way I feel about all this. I know that Charlie is right and I know I should have told my dad myself, but no matter how much I knew I should and how much it hurt, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I felt someone touch my shoulder and I glanced to see it was my dad, but quickly looked away—I didn't really want to have this conversation, but I knew I had no choice. "I think you know that Charlie told me what's going on with you." He said and I nodded, still not looking at him; I knew he was mad for not telling him about it. "Charlie also told me what happened to you." He said and that was when I looked over—he did what? I had never told anyone about that and intended on keeping that. "And I can see that talking to Charlie and such has made you think about that again."

"I guess you could say that." I mumbled—I guess he was right. I hadn't really thought too much about that experience until Charlie and I met up again and we talked and then all this happened in the past month. It's not his fault, it's just me.

"Liam, look at me." He said and I slowly turned my head to him. "Now why would you never tell me or Jeff about this?"

"I don't know." I said, I had my reasons for keeping this to myself.

"Liam, talk to me." He said and I sighed.

"I don't want to talk about it! Okay!?" That came out louder and angrier than I intended it to. "Sorry. I just—I don't like thinking about it, let alone talking about it."

"Well I think we need to talk about this." He said and I knew he was going to make this a big thing now. I wish we'd forget about it. "You talked to Charlie about it." Well there sort of wasn't an alternative because we went to the same guy and it happened to both of us. Kind of hard to avoid; of course we never fully had a conversation about it.

"Not really. We just went through the same thing. We never really discussed any aspects of it." I admitted. Charlie nor I ever really wanted to talk about it, so we never really did. "It was a long time ago, it doesn't matter."

"Yes it does because that is all you can think about." I sighed and looked down at my feet. "No matter how many times we've been through this, that one time, that one experience is the only thing you can think about." Why did he always have to be right? "Now talk to me."

I finally did, I didn't really go into details, but I gave him the jist of things and I think he got what I meant. Strangely I felt a bit better after telling him a bit about it. Not much because I knew I'd still have to do what I was dreading. "Okay, now let's talk about the current issue."

"I don't want to do this."

"I know, but you can't just let this go." He said and I sighed. I then realized that my hands were shaking at the thought of doing this. "Liam, have I ever hurt you?" He may not have, but like he said, I could only think of the time it did hurt.

"No." I finally answered.

"Then you know that nothing is going to happen when you're with me." He said and I did know that, but I couldn't help it—I really hated this.

"I know I'm being stupid, but I can't help it." I mumbled, but I knew he could hear what I said. I felt him put his arm around me and I finally looked back at him.

"It's not stupid to be scared. Getting over a phobia takes time." He said and that helped me feel a little less stupid. "What happened to you, and Charlie was horrible and I know I don't completely understand, but I will not let anything like that happen to you and I know that you know that."

"I don't know if I can do this." I mumbled.

"You can." I heard from behind me and saw it was Charlie. "If I could get through it, then you can too." I grinned at Charlie and sighed. I knew I had to do this and there was no point arguing.

Charlie insisted on coming because I helped him through it when it was him and now he wants to help me through it. I honestly had no problem with it. "You feeling okay?" My dad asked me and I nodded, but I didn't feel okay. I was shaking and I was starting to feel sick.

"You're going to be okay." Charlie told me and I grinned. But that didn't change that I felt really sick. Eventually we got to the office and I really didn't want to get out the car. "Come on." Charlie said and I sighed and followed him and my father into the building, trying to ignore the anxious feeling—it was hard to ignore, however.

I followed them through the hallway and into a room, but stopped at doorway as I started to feel dizzy. I have never been this scared before—probably because this was going to be different than last few times I was here. "Liam?" He questioned and I looked up at him as he walked back over to me. "You okay?"

"I-I don't feel good." I said—I honestly felt like I could pass out.

"Sit down." He told me and Charlie guided me over to the chair and I sat in it. "Take some deep breaths." I nodded and did what he told me to do—I didn't think it would help as much as it did. Charlie sat next to me as my dad got everything ready—he took some x-rays first because he figured he was going to need them. He then positioned the chair and put a bib on me. "Okay, I'm just going look first. I won't touch anything." He told me and I got that as my que and opened my mouth for him. I tried my best not to move around too much, but I couldn't help how uncomfortable I was. A few minutes later, he put the tools down and just by looking at his face, I knew it was bad.

"H-How bad is it?" I was almost afraid to ask.

"I'll have to take a look at the x-rays first." He said and I sighed. I knew that couldn't be good. As he looked, I started to pick my nails...I sometimes did that when I was nervous. "Okay..." He said, getting my attention. "So it looks like your tooth is infected." Okay, now I'm really worried. I waited for him to tell me what the procedure was, but he didn't. I guess he was trying to avoid that so he wouldn't scare me. It might have worked if I didn't already know what meant.

"I know what that means." I said and then my father looked concerned at me. "Just tell me, since I already know what that means. I won't run, if that's what you're worried about." He grinned a bit and then sighed.

"Yes, we have to do a root canal..." I sighed, okay maybe actually hearing him say those words wasn't the best idea. "...but don't worry, it won't take that long and it won't hurt." I sighed, I nodded, but I still was having trouble accepting that. I have heard that those hurt a lot, but I had to trust him, right? Relax Liam, try and relax. I told myself, but I don't think my brain was going to let me listen.

"Okay I'll numb you first okay?" He said and I nodded. Okay this part was easy, I didn't really have a problem with the injections; strangely they sort of put me at ease. He put the numbing gel around my tooth first and then gave me the injection. After a minute, I started to feel the effects and now that I couldn't feel anything, I wasn't in any pain. That gave me some more relief. "I can see it's working." My dad said and I grinned.

"It's feeling better, we can go home now!" I joked and we all laughed as my dad left the room for a few minutes to get a few more things for the procedure. That way have been a joke, but did wish we could all just go home now.

"You're doing better than I would have." Charlie said. "When he left I probably would have looked for an escape route and ran." I grinned a bit. I wouldn't have ever tried that, even if I did it, I knew I would have to face this eventually when he found me. I looked down at my shaking hands and sighed again...god hated that I felt this way. I told myself to relax and I kept telling myself I would be fine, but I guess it wouldn't listen; I wouldn't listen. I looked at Charlie as I felt him grab my hand. It helped me calm down a bit...strange enough.

My dad came back and sat down on his stool. "You ready to start?" He asked me.

"Of course not." I replied and he laughed.

"Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it." He told me and I took a deep breath as he turned the light back on. I watched as he picked up the drill...oh god, anything but that. I looked at Charlie, who was handing some headphones. I have never been more relieved. "Okay, put your headphones on and try to relax." He told me and I don't know if I could have put them on any faster. I then felt Charlie take my hand as I picked a playlist. I guess he wanted to return the favor from last time; not that I had a problem with it. "Ready Liam?" I heard my dad asked and again and I nodded, closing my eyes and turning to music as the procedure began. I relax a bit more after a minute of being in the position I was; so far it isn't too bad.

Eventually I felt my dad take my headphones out and slowly opened my eyes. "Done?" I asked and he nodded.

"Done." My dad confirmed. "Now you'll be a little sore tomorrow, but otherwise, you should be fine." He told me and I grinned; I guess that's what most people complain about when getting these. I didn't care, I'm sure my dad will give me some painkillers and it won't be as bad as the pain was before. "Ready to go home?" He asked me, I couldn't believe he was asking.

"Oh god yes." I said and both him and Charlie laughed. I got up and was following them out of the office, I turned to Charlie. "Thanks Charlie."

"No problem." He replied. I guess we were both there for each other.

And that's it! Thank you all for reading! :) Anyways, I might have a prequel in mind...would you be guys be interested?

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