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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Louis switches on the lights as they enter his house several minutes later. Harry follows him in, his eyes glancing out the glass door as the pool lights change colors again.
"So, what do we do first, doctor?" Harry asks, a smile on his lips.
"What about... a bottle of wine by the pool?" Louis asks him before he's opening the fridge.
"Sounds heavenly," Harry nods, "I'm gonna run to the bathroom, alright?"
Louis nods and Harry hurries out of the room while Louis is pouring them both glasses of red wine, a smile still plastered on his face.
He can't believe this is happening to him.. him of all people. How this 26 year old soul has walked in and changed everything, he isn't sure.
Louis knows already that it feels like Harry is filling a void in their lives: his and Emma's both. He's not really sure how that's even possible when he's just met him. He's still amazed at how fast Emma has fallen in love with him; his little girl is crazy about him.
Louis opens the back door, the warm breeze hitting him as he stares around at the city lights in the distance, a grin still on his face.
"Don't we need to take showers first?" Harry is smirking from behind him.
Louis turns to see him standing there, nothing but his boxers on. "Uh, yeah, I suppose. Not sure my pool people will be happy with acrylic paint in the water."
Harry chuckles and watches Louis walking back towards him. Harry stops him for a second, resting his hands gently on Louis' shoulders. His eyes glance down at Louis' lips before he's kissing him gently.
Louis wraps his arms around him slowly, getting lost in Harry's soft, plump lips against his, the curls that are tickling his face.
Harry pulls away and smiles, "do you... wanna join me in the shower?"
Louis smirks, "it's my shower, after all, Harold."
Few moments later, they're in the shower together, and most of the paint is rinsing itself down the drain because the two of them are too wrapped up in one another; Louis is gripping Harry's hair as he's devouring Harry's lips. Harry's moaning above him, his head falling back into the water as Louis' lips are moving down Harry's neck, then his chest.
Louis' hands grip Harry's ass next and he's holding him as close as he can.
Harry's fingers go through Louis' wet fringe as Louis is kissing and nibbling on Harry's lips again.
"Your bed," Harry whispers to Louis, making the hairs stand up on Louis' body.
They step out after rinsing, Louis grabbing Harry a towel. He dries off quickly, keeping his eyes on Harry's. Harry doesn't say anything... he dries off before he tosses the towel down and goes to Louis' oversized bed, pulling the covers back slowly.
