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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Harry's waking the next morning, his eyes trying to focus; he rubs his eyes slowly and looks around... he's on Louis' sofa. He sits up some, noticing the soft blanket he has over him. He's pushing his hair back as he looks around, wondering how the hell he doesn't remember anything after he fell asleep the night before.
He sighs and glances over at his bag that's lying beside the wall... he needs his meds. He throws the cover back before he hears Emma's laughter from the kitchen.
He hears Louis seconds later, "shh, he's still asleep, Em. Let's not wake him yet, alright?"
"Can we make heart shaped pancakes for him instead?" Emma is now whispering to Louis as quiet as possible.
Harry's smile grows; they're making him breakfast. He gets up, being as quiet as possible as he crouches down to dig the pills out of his bag. Louis and Emma are still talking quietly in the kitchen while he's slipping each pill out into his hand, one by one. He questions the morphine for a moment, trying to talk himself out of taking it. But, he gives in and takes it out.
He tosses the bottles back and puts his paint clothes on top, hiding the meds. He puts them all in his mouth and has no problem getting them down; he's used to taking them this way by now.
He sits the bag down before he's standing up again, closing his eyes as the pain is hitting him again.
"Not here," he's thinking to himself over and over. He can't feel like this here. Louis will know. He needs the pain medicine to kick in. He doesn't need Louis or Emma seeing him this way.
Harry knows better than to ever stay too long somewhere on days when he's exhausted.
He wants desperately to sit in the kitchen with Louis and Emma... and just feel normal. But that isn't an option at the moment.
He lays back down slowly, pulling the cover back up and closing his eyes, placing his arm over them. He continues to hear Louis and Emma talking quietly and laughing and he smiles a little, even through the pain.
His phone lays on the coffee table in front of him, where he had left it the night before. He reaches over to get it and sees Zayn's text to him, "mate, you alright? Haven't heard from you."
Harry sighs and unlocks his phone, texting him back as quickly as possible. He wishes Zayn didn't worry about him every minute of the day... he wishes his mum and sister didn't as well.
"It smells yummy," Emma almost exclaims from the kitchen and Harry's smile is back again as he stares up at the vaulted ceilings of Louis' living room.
He kissed him; Harry keeps reliving that kiss in his head. He keeps remembering how it felt to have Louis' soft lips against his own, the stubble of Louis' facial hair tickling Harry's skin, the scent of Louis' hair... the feel of Louis' hands on him. Harry keeps reliving it all, and he can't help but think how much he wants to do it again.
