Louis Tomlinson is a well respected Doctor whose life revolves around his work and his 8 year old daughter... until he meets Harry Styles, who becomes his daughter's art teacher. Harry becomes a part of their lives, loving Louis' little girl Emma li...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Louis and Emma are arriving back home from another fun filled day out at the beach on Saturday. Louis' feet are still covered in sand and he knows how fun it'll be getting it out of the Rover.
Emma hurries upstairs for her bath and Louis goes to the bathroom to rinse his feet off. He's too exhausted to even take a shower.
He changes into some flannel bottoms and a white t-shirt as he makes his way to his bed, falling onto it, staring up at the ceiling.
He's mentally and physically exhausted; his job takes such a huge toll on him daily. Even on weekends, he doesn't even feel like he can relax.
His phone sounds from the end of the bed. He picks it up slowly, reading Liam's text, "go to the damn art show."
"Fuck you," Louis mumbles under his breath, regretting ever telling Liam about Harry... he knew better.
Louis has struggled with wanting to go, but he doesn't know if he really should.
He finally sighs and texts Liam back, "fuck off."
He throws his phone down and breathes out a heavy sigh, seeing those curls in his head again. They aren't going away. He can't make them. And maybe he doesn't want to make them. He isn't sure. He's too busy with a head full of schedules and plans.
Emma stumbles into his room moments later, Louis almost dozing off. "Hey, love."
"Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight?" She asks slowly.
"Uh, sure," Louis pulls the covers down and Emma climbs over. Louis covers them both and smiles at her, "what's the matter?"
"I just don't want you to be lonely," she says, her blue eyes on his.
Louis bites his lip but manages to smile, "I'm not lonely. I have you."
"Isn't that why you went on that date?" She asked, "don't you want to be in love, daddy?"
Louis doesn't know how to answer her. He's speechless. She's 8 years old and she knows.
"Babe, I have you, and I have work," he says back slowly, "I'm pretty content with my life... and who knows... maybe one day I will meet someone."
"I'd like that," she smiles at him and settles down, "love you."
Louis smiles, "love you too, Em."
The next afternoon, Liam is texting him again telling him to go the art show. Louis knows damn well he wants to. He finally sighs in defeat and calls Emma's nanny over to watch her.
"I won't stay gone long, alright?" He says to her as he's hugging her, "I'll be back soon."
"Daddy, it's ok," Emma smiles up at him, "I love you."
"Love you," he waves to her before he's leaving.
He's driving slowly to this place... his mind racing. He isn't sure what's driving him to do it. Harry made it an open invitation, Louis keeps thinking.
