The Old Switcheroo

Chapter 1

NARRY

LIKE

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The young rock star sang his heart out at the loud crowd. Their cheers drowning out his own voice over the mike. Harry Styles was a massive hit tonight. The show was doing incredibly great. The tall and lanky man made an awkward dance, praying to god that he didn't tear another one of his designer pants, his stylist will have a word. Harry did a final head bang. And let out a loud high-pitched scream. 

"Thank you very much London. You guys have been wonderful. Have a good evening. And drive safe." 

The crowd cheered louder. Harry bid his fans one last goodbye. The red curtains draws to a close, and another cheer erupted backstage. Harry jumped from the center stage and gave a high fives to his band mates. 

"Great job mate."

"Excellent job Harry."

"You are really improving as a performer and an artist," said his manager Louis. "You really killed it tonight Harry. You even got me dancing tonight. And I've heard the crap music for millions of times." 

Harry pointed to his manager, "You are the man Louis. This wouldn't have happened without you."  

"I know," said Louis, shrugging off the compliment. "Anyways, the band and some of the staff need some kebab and it's your turn tonight. So, I have the orders on the phone all you have to do is go to Liam's and order it for us. Can you do that superstar?" 

"But I'm going through a cleanse." 

"No one cares about your cleanse Harry." 

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The blonde doctor cracked his neck. It's nearly twelve thirty in the morning and he'd just finished his rounds. Niall dragged his chair to the rest of the nurses lounging at the resting area. They looked as equally miserable as he is. The dead shift is the worst. Especially if there is no action happening in the hospital. The blonde then settled to his best mate Zayn. The doctor with model like features sitting over the charts, brooding as usual. 

"Zayn, I'm tired," said Niall, resting his head on Zayn's shoulder. 

Zayn looked at the blonde then lightly patted Niall's cheek, which the doctor made a scrunchy face, "Come on lad. Only eight more hours to go. We pretty got nothing to do tonight. Thank god." 

"Niall you wanna do a kebab run?" asked one of the nurse. 

Niall blinked, he really needed to stretch his legs. Just sitting at his work place with nothing more to do than look at youtube videos and read rubbish gossip sites was really getting to him. The blonde doctor stood and stretched his back. 

"Everyone, message me your orders. I'm going to Liam's."