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 is running through charts, dealing with patient after patient again, but this time, it's different. Louis' mood has improved so much that everyone in his office has taken notice, not just Niall now.
Niall follows him all day, teasing him about Harry over and over; Louis doesn't mind this time. He only smiles at the mention of his name.
"So, let me get this straight," Liam is saying that day at lunch again, Louis sitting across the table with his phone in his hand once more, "you... you surprised him at the place he does his paintings... then, he went home with you..."
Louis chews his sandwich slowly and nods.
"Woah," Liam grins, "so, you finally got some... I'm impressed."
"Shut it, Payno," Louis is pointing at him before he receives another text from Harry again.
"What? Oh come on, man," Liam laughs, "you know you needed it."
Louis doesn't say anything; he sips his coffee before his phone sounds, Harry's name popping up. Louis smiles and answers it.
"I was about to text you back," Louis says into the phone.
"I know," Harry starts, "but... I sorta had a question... and I understand if you say no..."
"What is it, Harold?" Louis laughs, Liam sitting across the table just smirking.
"My mum and sister are flying in from England today," Harry starts, sounding a bit nervous, "and, well, my mum wants to meet you... but it's ok if you're not up for it."
"They want to meet me?" Louis asks slowly.
"Yeah," Harry replies softly, "I get it if it's not ok with you... I told her I'd find out. I mean, I know we've only been talking nearly a month and all, Lou..."
"No, I... I don't mind," Louis interrupts him, "I'd... I'd like that actually. Uh, what about Emma?"
"Well, I was sorta hoping you and Emma might want to come to dinner with them and me," Harry whispers into the phone, "if that's ok."
Louis grins down at his plate, "sure, love, yeah. That sounds perfect. Uh, today?"
"No, tomorrow afternoon," Harry replies, "I'm not cancelling Emma's lesson... besides, they'll be too tired to go anywhere today anyways, I'm sure. That's a long fucking flight."
Louis laughs and agrees, "it is that, yeah. Ok, sounds wonderful. Tell them I can't wait to meet them."
"Are you sure about this?" Harry asks him.
"Yes," Louis answers, "positive. I'd love to meet them, I mean it, Harold."
"Ok," Harry breathes a sigh of relief, "thanks, Lou."
"Hey, don't thank me," Louis chuckles, "I'll talk to you this afternoon, love."
"Alright, looking forward to it," Harry whispers back to him.
