You (Louis Tomlinson) are a surgeon. A very good one, at that. The best. You were 24 years old, and were on good pay. You had a massive apartment that you were very rarely ever in due to the long back-to-back shifts. Most of the time, you would just sleep on the couch in your office at the hospital, keeping a pillow and blanket there. You didn’t mind, though. The apartment was.. lonely. Empty. Due to being so busy all the time with work, that meant relationships were extremely hard to find or maintain. One day, you got paged for a patient who had endured severe head trauma, and needed immediate surgery. You pulled on your gloves and walked into the operating room, thinking it would be like any other surgery. The lad looked around your age, and you picked up the file to read it briefly. Head trauma from an attack. Domestic violence. He was, in fact, your age. He was 22 years old. Harry Styles. There was a picture on the file, and Jesus Christ. He was beautiful. His current face was beyond recognition. You set the file down and work for endless hours, performing your absolute best. When he wakes up, it’s clear to all that the lad with curly hair and beautifully green eyes fancies his surgeon. But due to past failed relationships and not wanting to be hurt again, you try to remain professional. You didn’t expect for your life to change completely after late night conversations and physio talks. For the better. Maybe you were exactly what you both needed for each other.