Louis Tomlinson is a surgeon. A very good one, at that. The best. He was 24 years old, and was on good pay. Louis had a massive apartment that he was very rarely ever in due to the long back-to-back shifts. Most of the time, he would just sleep on the couch in his office at the hospital, keeping a pillow and blanket there. He didn’t really 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, he got paged for a patient who had endured severe head trauma, and needed immediate surgery. He pulled on his gloves and walked into the operating room, thinking it would be like any other surgery. The lad looked around his age, and he picked up the file to read it briefly. Head trauma from an attack. Domestic violence. You were, in fact, his age. You were 22 years old. Harry Styles. There was a picture on the file, and Jesus Christ. Louis nearly fell over. Harry was beautiful. His current face was beyond recognition. Louis set the file down and worked for endless hours, performing his absolute best. When Harry woke up about five days later, 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, Louis tries to remain professional. What Louis didn’t expect was for his 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.