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...
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It's been a few days since the art show; Harry's busy painting another picture in the floor of his back den on an early Thursday morning; his phone lays next to him. He's been fighting the urge to text Louis for several days. So, he's kept his mind busy with his work.
He's successfully finished over 7 pieces in just 3 days time. But that is just normal for him; he doesn't sleep much. He's used to restless nights. He's used to occupying his time with his art.
He hears a knock on his front door, stands up and turns the music down before he goes to answer it. He opens the door to his friend Zayn standing there.
"Hey, man," he greets immediately as Harry lets him in, "how's it going?"
"Oh, uh, I'm just working on something," Harry mumbles a little.
"You said you had an appointment today... didn't you want me to go?" Zayn asks and follows Harry back to his bathroom, Harry washing his hands quickly.
Harry starts digging through his closet in his bedroom, his body telling him to just sleep instead of going to another damn doctor's appointment. They've gotten old to Harry by now.
"I'm still going," Harry finally replies, his eyes glancing back to his phone. He picks it up slowly, starting a message to Louis... he can't resist anymore.
"Hey, it's Harry. if you don't have lunch plans, would you like to get coffee with me? If not, it's fine. Just wanted to ask because I was going to be near your office, Dr. xx," Harry manages to text, though he's nervous as hell. He smirks a little and slips the phone back in his pocket.
Zayn gives him a sly look, "so..."
"What?" Harry looks back at him.
"Did you finally text him back?" Zayn crosses his arms while Harry's slipping into another button up shirt.
Harry stops and looks at his messy curls in the mirror. He hasn't even bothered to shower this morning. Most days, he enjoys long baths in the evening instead. It helps his mind ease.
He slips a beanie on before he's looking back at Zayn, "I did, yeah."
Zayn gives him a small nod, "good. Harry, there's... there's nothing wrong with wanting to meet someone..."
"We've had this discussion," Harry smiles at Zayn, "really... no need to go into it again. My mum and sister have been bad enough, Zayn."
"They want you to be happy, that's all," Zayn says quieter, "hey, I'll drive, alright?"
Harry nods and grabs his boots from beside his bed while Zayn is walking off to the back den.
Harry lets out a deep breath after his boots are on, his mind still wandering. Most days, Harry's upbeat.. he's usually loving every second of life because he knows how precious it is.
But there's days like today where his body feels so exhausted that making himself do anything can be a task.... but he always pushes himself to. Maybe more than he should.
