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, Harry, and Liam are sharing a cab to downtown LA, going to a karaoke bar that Liam has recommended.
"You look so familiar though," Liam is saying to Harry, "I know I said that earlier, but I know you from somewhere."
Harry smiles a little, "uh, I'm not... not sure where. I go to the gym..."
"I don't," Liam chuckles a little and turns back to Louis, "so, Tommo, are we going to be able to get you to sing tonight?"
"Oh, Jesus," Louis groans.
Harry snickers at him, before he's looking down and fixing his own button up shirt. Louis pretends to undo them and Harry pushes his hands away laughing.
"Do you have to?" Liam laughs from beside Harry.
"I'm paying the cab fare," Louis smirks and he's pulling Harry in to kiss him, Harry completely giving in and kissing him.
"Jesus Christ," Liam is laughing and looking out the window.
Harry's pulling away and asking the cab driver to turn the music up from where he sits between Louis and Liam.
"It's Queen," he's almost exclaiming before he starts singing, his hands resting on the seats.
The cab driver is looking back at him trying not to laugh and Louis can't fond any harder. Liam is just smirking at the look on Louis' face as he's watching Harry sing his heart out and move his head back and forth as he's singing and glancing out the windows.
They arrive at the bar, Liam greeting the bartender and ordering their beers.
"You come here often, I assume?" Harry asks Liam smiling.
"I do, yeah," Liam nods, "it's good for relieving stress after a long day."
"I can imagine," Harry nods, "sorta like painting, I suppose."
"Yeah," Liam smiles at him, "you going to do any songs?"
"Do you think I'd come to a karaoke bar to hear everyone else's terrible singing without contributing?" Harry smirks at Liam, Louis chuckling beside him.
They take a table in the front, listening to several other singers; Harry's ears feel like they're bleeding.
He gets up and goes to tell them his song choices, Louis' eyes watching him walk off.
Louis is too far gone for him; everything about Harry is just mesmerizing to him. He can't get over the way Harry looks, acts...
"Louis," Liam laughs," hey."
Louis snaps out of his thoughts and looks back at Liam, "what?"
