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 slowly waking up, his eyes trying to focus; the sunlight coming through Louis' glass windows is making it hard for him.
He glances next to him, Louis' arm is thrown over Harry's chest as Louis is snoring lightly against Harry's neck.
Harry smiles a little and pulls him into him more, loving the way Louis' tiny body feels against his.
His body is soon reminding him that he hasn't taken his meds... he takes a deep breath before he's trying to get out from under Louis. Louis moves some, but thankfully he doesn't wake.
Harry grabs his bag and goes to Louis' bathroom, closing the door behind him. He pulls out his phone that's lying on top, seeing a text from Gemma about how the night before had gone.
Harry smiles, before his smile is fading; he knows that after Louis' confession last night about his wife that he has to tell him the truth now... Harry doesn't want to hurt Louis like he has already been hurt.
He texts Gemma back quickly, "it went great. I'm gonna tell him."
He hits send and goes back to pulling out pills before he's taking all 4... he feels sick to his stomach and he sighs against the countertop; he can't feel this way today.
Gemma texts him back, "good. You need to tell him. When are you telling him?"
Harry bites his lip and writes back, "after you guys leave. I think it'd be best to wait until then xx."
He has no idea how Louis is going to take it; he's afraid. He's more than afraid. He's terrified that he'll lose Louis.
He pushes it to the back of his mind; his stomach is in knots and he feels as if at any moment he's going to vomit.
His face is really pale as he's looking himself over in the mirror, his curls a mess; Harry's surprised that he even has hair left at this point, given the circumstances. However, he's one of the lucky few who didn't lose their hair. He knows he's been fortunate for his illness to not show so much on the outside; the inside is a different story for him.
Harry throws his bag down in the floor again before he's glancing back at Louis sleeping; he looks so tiny in this big bed, Harry thinks as he smiles a little.
He climbs back in bed beside him, his fingers gently caressing Louis' bare back before Harry's settling back down into the pillow and watching Louis sleep. Harry gently pushes his messy fringe out of his eyes while his own eyes stay on Louis' face, taking in every detail of him as he sleeps: his eyelashes, his nose, his lips that are slightly parted as he's sleeping.
Harry puts his arm around him, his finger caressing his skin again for a moment, before he's placing his head against Louis' and sighing.
Harry has never expected this; he hasn't expected to fall in love with someone, as well as fall in love with his daughter. Harry doesn't want anything else in life but Louis and Emma.
