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...
(I recommend this song on repeat for this chapter)
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"You've begun to feel like home."
"... And the house is finally ready," Louis is telling Harry as they leave the hospital around 10 am Wednesday morning, "there's plenty of hand sanitizer and Lysol..."
"You've gone all out, haven't you, Doctor?" Harry chuckles a little as he's sitting back in the seat of the Porsche, Louis' grey beanie on his head.
Harry glances out the window at the passing streets of LA, his mind only going to one place: his recovery.
Harry knows how long this will take; he knows how long the road ahead is. But he's thankful for this. He's thankful for being given another chance.
"Well, you know what the doctor said," Louis carries on, "you have to stay in a clean environment... you're too susceptible to infections, Harry. And the last thing I want is for you to have to be put back in the fucking hospital."
"How is this going to work?" Harry questions as he looks back at Louis, "Emma gets sick, doesn't she?"
"She does, some," Louis says before he's smiling, "but... she has an immune system like mine. So, she doesn't get sick as much. But... if she does, we'll have to isolate you to my room."
"Your room," Harry smirks, "doesn't sound too bad."
Louis grins, his eyes on the road, "you know you shouldn't go out of the house for at least 30 days, right?"
"How can I forget that," Harry sighs, "I know what I can and can't do for a while, Louis. I'm alright with it... really. It'll be nice to... to just sit at your house."
Louis glances at him, "I promise we'll go out as soon as your doctor gives you the ok."
"Oh, already making date plans, are we?" Harry gives him a small smirk, "I like that.... gives me something to look forward to."
"Emma's birthday is in less than 2 months," Louis starts again, "if you're not able to be around people..."
"You can have the party without me," Harry tells him softly, "really. I won't mind."
"Yeah, but that's the last thing Emma wants," Louis chuckles a little before he's saying, "she told me she wasn't going to Disney until you were better... she said you had to go."
Harry grins even more, "that's really nice of her... but she may be waiting a while."
Louis nods a little before he's taking Harry's hand and holding it in his lap.
