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 eyes are opening, trying to focus on the hospital room again. He rubs them slowly before he's glancing around the room.
Zayn looks back at him from the chair by the window, his sketch pad in his hand, "hey, babe. How you feeling?"
Harry looks down and sees Louis' hand in his still. His eyes then shift to Louis' face... he's sleeping back in the chair, but he never let go of Harry's hand.
Harry smiles a little as he grips it, then looks back at Zayn, "I... I feel ok right now, actually."
Zayn smirks at him as he puts the sketch pad away, "your mum and Gemma went to get food. They should be back soon."
Harry nods before he's questioning, "it's over?"
Zayn replies, "they woke you at one point... do you not remember?"
Harry leans back against the pillow, "I don't. At all. I must've been sleeping really well."
"I wonder why," Zayn is grinning at him, his eyes looking over at Louis, "glad he made it."
Harry turns his head, watching Louis sleeping in the chair next to him, "yeah... I am, too."
Harry can't even describe how he felt when he first saw Louis standing in the doorway. He had wanted more than anything for Louis to be here for his procedure... he needed the comfort and the peace that he only seemed to get from Louis now.
He watches him sleeping, taking in the sight of him like he had done that morning of their fight. Harry smiles a little, his finger gently gliding over Louis' hand.
Louis stirs a little and his eyes open before they're meeting the emerald eyes that are already staring at him.
Louis sits up some, "Jesus, how long have I been asleep?"
"About 3 hours," Zayn replies, "you were both asleep when I got here."
Louis looks back at Harry, who's only smiling at him. Louis has missed that sight. He's missed those eyes. He's missed him.
"How you feeling, love?" Louis asks him before he's sitting up and watching Harry closely.
"I'm actually fine," Harry smiles at him, "feel a little woozy... I'll survive."
Louis grins as he sits and watches Harry; Harry has that radiant smile on his face even under these circumstances. "Have they already finished?"
"They finished a bit ago," Zayn nods to him, "they even woke him up and Harry was talking..."
"I was talking?" Harry asks Zayn, while Louis continues to smile at him, "I don't remember talking."
"Yeah, you were talking," Zayn laughs before the door is opening, Gemma and Anne are returning. "There they are."
"Hey, sweetheart, how you feeling?" Anne asks as she's walking over to Harry, leaning down and kissing his head before her fingers are running through his short locks.
