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 Friday and Harry's sleeping in again; it's the 3rd time this week for him.
His lessons with Emma the day before had been amazing. He worked with her from 4 until nearly 7. Louis hadn't made it home from work until after 6, so Harry didn't get to see as much of him as he had wanted that day.
He's waking up around 3 in the afternoon, after sleeping for over 12 hours. Of course, for Harry, it has always been interrupted sleep. He has never been able to sleep too peacefully.
He did manage to talk to Louis at lunch again, before he fell asleep once again.
He sits up and picks up the phone beside him, seeing Louis' messages... asking how his day is and if he's alright.
Harry sighs and he texts him back quickly, apologizing for taking so long to reply. How can he explain to Louis why he sleeps like he does? Louis is a doctor, and Harry isn't stupid. He knows he'll eventually figure it out if he's around him enough.
Most days, the thought of being sick doesn't cross Harry's mind; that's different now that he has met someone he truly cares about.
He's torn between backing off and moving forward. Harry wants Louis, just as much as Louis wants him. Harry knows Louis does... he can see it every time they're alone now.
He isn't bothered by it, per say. But Harry is scared... he's scared of getting too close to him, and Emma. He knows that once something happens between them, there's no turning back; for him or for Louis. He just knows.
Harry knows the second they kiss, the second they actually have sex, that all of this is going to change. He's becoming a part of Louis and Emma more and more with each passing day; he's not sure how to properly deal with it.
He sits up some, rubbing his eyes a little and sighing. He can't have a day like this... not again. He has promised Emma. He has promised her he would be there at 4 to continue helping her discover herself.
He smiles a little as he thinks about the day before: Emma drawing portraits free handed, painting the clouds by her unicorn she had done.
Harry knows how gifted she is; she reminds him so much of himself at that age. Maybe that's why he feels a connection to her.
He gets up slowly, stretching a bit and wishing he wasn't so tired still. His body is aching again, but he isn't going to listen to it. He refuses to today. He has too much to look forward to; he has paintings to create with Louis' little girl.
That thought alone makes him want to push himself to do it even more. Harry's bad about that... he's constantly pushing himself to the limit. He does it because he knows that he has leukemia, but leukemia doesn't have him. And no matter how bad he may feel, he won't allow it to control him for too long. He can't. That's not who he is.
He runs a hot bath in his tub, switching on music, before he's searching in his medicine cabinet again for the pain meds he despises taking. What other choice does he have? He won't cancel on Emma... he won't cancel on Louis.
