Harry's goal is to become a trauma surgeon so he starts as an intern at the Kemp hospital. He is motivated until he meets his supervisor Dr. Louis Tomlinson. And it looks like Louis doesn't make it any easier for Harry. Will Harry make it to his goal? Even if his dark past haunts him? 'Never stop. One day you will be someone's hope. Someone's lifesaver.' 🩺 This is a medical fanfiction about Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. Story contains mentions and/or descriptions of drugs, abuse , alcohol, mental illness, sex and vulgar language

One where tatted and pierced up Louis stumbles upon a strange boy who likes pink sweaters and pretty flower crowns. He sort of changes his life, and Louis can't help but be sort of grateful. Filled with giggles, tears, and new discoveries; A story of first loves, and terrifying beginnings.

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

CHERRY is lucky enough to be the US and Canada opener for the uprising pop-rock band Midnight Til Morning. Early on, the 21 year-old warms up to Conor Smith which doesn't really please a part of the fandom. CONOR, on the other hand, catches feelings quickly. The Australian singer fears to get attached way too soon and making the same mistake he did a year ago which almost cost his departure of the band. Between tour and anxious feelings, Cherry and Conor learn about each other and face the difficulties any relationship in the public eye struggles with. Cover : @imangel_black

Romy has spent years in the crowd singing lyrics written by boys she would never meet, memorizing interviews, watching from a distance like everyone else. Working at a London venue was supposed to be just a job. Another shift. Another show. Another band passing through. Until Midnight to Morning walks into her building. Conor is everything the world thinks he talented, adored, untouchable under stage lights. But offstage, he's quieter. Fractured in ways no one sees. Applause doesn't silence anxiety. Fame doesn't fix self-doubt. One accidental collision in a dim hallway after a sold-out show should have meant nothing. But it doesn't. Because she doesn't look at him like he's a headline. And he doesn't feel like a stranger when she's near. This isn't instant. It isn't easy. And it definitely isn't simple. There are tour buses and time zones. Protective bandmates and unspoken rules. Moments that almost happen and moments that don't. Some stories explode into existence. Theirs builds slowly. In stolen seconds. In quiet glances across crowded rooms. In the dangerous space between who you are on stage... and who you are when the lights go out. And sometimes, the slowest burn is the one that hurts the most.

Vesper is a "backstage ghost"-a logical sound engineer who lives for decibels, data, and perfect order. She has one rule: never let the music get personal. But then she meets Conor Smith. As the lead singer of Midnight til Morning, Conor is everything Vesper isn't: reckless, improvised, and loud. He lives his life on a skateboard and writes his soul into raw poetry. To Vesper, the band is a job; to Conor, life is a risky jump over a concrete gap. When a high-stakes summer tour forces them into a bitter rivalry, the static between them begins to spark. Between chaotic soundchecks, late-night skate sessions, and notebook secrets, Vesper must decide if she'll stick to her technical script or find a new rhythm with the boy who challenges everything she knows. Vesper came to fix the sound, but she might just find her own voice instead.

Warning : throwing up, and swearing. I'm sorry guys if this isn't very good, I've never written one of these before and I'm not great at writing, but I hope it's ok!