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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The weeks pass by slowly for Harry; the only place he goes is to the doctor with Louis. It's been weeks of nothing but doctor's appointments for him, though thankfully, he's going every 3 days now and not every day.
His body has responded better than his doctor's expectations; his new immune system is slowly building successfully without any complications so far, and Harry can't help but be thankful.
He's spent weeks doing nothing but drawing on the sketch pad that sits on the easel in front of the glass windows of their bedroom.
He hasn't been outside much, other than daily walks around the neighborhood. He's been doing everything possible to get his strength again. He hasn't wasted a single second in rebuilding his immune system.
Louis has started working 2 days a week now, though Harry has insisted he continue to work more if he wanted. But he understands Louis' need to take care of him now; given that Louis was his donor, it only makes perfect sense to Harry why Louis has taken care of him like he has.
Harry has one of his sketch pencils against the pad now as his eyes are glancing out at the LA skyline in between drawing.
He has another appointment today; it's an important one to Harry because it has been 30 days since the transplant and he's hoping to receive news that maybe he can finally go out.
Harry's loved every second of living with Louis and being at their house, but he wants to get out for a while. He wants to live a little outside of the walls he has been confined to for 30 days.
So far, he hasn't gotten any sickness whatsoever, despite Emma coming home with the stomach virus not more than 2 weeks ago. Harry remembers having to be kept away from her for at least 5 days. If she was to come in contact with him, like at bedtime when Harry helped put her to bed, he had to wear a mask.
He sits the pencil down, his eyes looking at the clock on the nightstand, a picture of him and Louis sitting next to it. He smiles a little, knowing he doesn't have nearly enough pictures of the two of them together. He makes a mental note to break out his camera soon to snap more photos of the 3 of them... as a family.
He pushes his hair back, his fingers going through it a little; it's starting to grow out slowly but surely. He misses the way it was, though he thinks Emma misses it more than him. She had said she missed being able to braid it.
He stands up slowly, his strength better than the first day he came home, but still far from where it should be.
He goes to their closet next, pulling out clothes to wear to his appointment. He pulls out black skinny jeans and a cream colored button up before he's getting dressed slowly in their bathroom.
