In the world of psychiatric practice, Louis Tomlinson's relentless dedication, marked by tireless toil and unwavering resolve, had propelled him to a coveted position. With unspoken pride, he bore the title of a seasoned psychiatrist.
Life, for him, was a tranquil river until an exceptional case, shrouded in rarity, crossed his path. Within the hallowed halls of his profession, he faced an extraordinary challenge.
As fate wove its intricate web, Louis Tomlinson found himself grappling with an emotion he never fathomed within the confines of his clinical world. Love, fervent and profound, had taken root, entwining his heart with that of his patient-a young man known as Harry Styles.
"He's the joker. I'm his queen."
[This story is a Harley queen x Joker spin off]
"so I think Louis should work as an assistant"
"this useless piece of shit working for someone, no man he will just cause troubles, he is worth nothing"
"c'mon man, he is not that bad."
"what's it for me?"
"I am offering him a job for Harry Styles, think about it, he would work good and you can get in the good books of Harry, what could be better?"
"hmm...fine"
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TW: rape mentions, physical abuse