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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"Can I come back home early in the morning?" Emma is asking as Harry is helping to pack her bag for her stay with Megan.
"Of course you can," Harry tells her as he's handing her clothes.
"Can we paint when I get back?" She asks Harry while she's zipping her bag slowly.
"Sure, Emmy," Harry smiles at her, "I'll help you as much as I can."
She grins and takes her bag downstairs while Harry goes to their bedroom, seeing Louis standing and looking himself over in the mirror.
Harry smirks and watches him adjust the grey cardigan he's wearing, then the black scarf that's over it.
Louis catches Harry's eye in the doorway, "yes?"
Harry grins and takes a seat on the bed, "you look nice."
Louis smiles and returns to adjusting the scarf, "thank you."
"Welcome," Harry says back softly, "so, where are you taking me exactly?"
"Just to dinner," Louis shrugs, "then, we'll come back here."
Harry almost pouts, "you're gonna make me wait until we get back? I've been dying for 30 days... and I slept all afternoon to prepare for it..."
Louis turns to him, "don't give me that face... Emma is still here, you know."
"She won't be much longer," Harry grins slyly at him.
"Harry," Louis starts with a sigh, "you don't need to overwork yourself... alright?"
"What? My doctor said I could do it finally," Harry almost snorts, "you think twice in one day is too much exertion for me?"
Louis nods, "I do, yeah... I think you should start this out slower."
"Ok, sometimes living with a doctor is a blessing and other times it's a fucking curse," Harry jokes with him, "fine, Doctor... whatever you say."
Louis gives him a stern look as he places his hands on his hips, "Harry, I just... I want what's best for you... that's all."
"I know, I know," Harry groans before Emma appears in the doorway, "you alright, babe?"
She nods as she's making her way over to Harry. Harry pats his knees and she takes a seat in his lap, his hand fixing her curls.
"Daddy, when can I have a sister?" She asks Louis.
Harry tries not to smile as Louis is caught off guard by the question again. "Uh, Emma, sometime in the future, alright?"
"When?" Emma sighs and looks at Harry, "Pappa said he wants one."
Harry grins before he's looking back at Louis. Louis keeps his eyes fixated on Harry, "I know he does... but we still have to wait."
Harry bites his lip as Louis is going to the closet to get his shoes. Harry turns back to Emma in his lap, "hey, you'll get a sister, or maybe a brother, in the future, alright?"
