"Why did I let you talk me into buying a bottle of wine on the way home?" Louis is groaning as he and Harry get out of the car and stand at the garage door.
"Cause you love me," Harry smirks, running his finger down Louis' cheek again, "and you'd do anything for me."
"You're drunk, Harry," Louis sighs and opens the door, "you're not supposed to drink that much... you know that."
"'I will survive'," Harry is singing out loud before he laughs, "'oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive...'"
"Alright, stop," Louis says over him, causing Harry to close his mouth and grin at him.
"Would you relax?" Harry laughs before he's unbuttoning his shirt slowly, his fingers fumbling with the buttons, "I'm not drunk... just have a nice buzz."
"What are you doing?" Louis asks before he's stepping in to help Harry take the shirt off, "Harry, you're on meds that you shouldn't even be mixing with alcohol..."
"Lou, once isn't gonna kill me," Harry states flatly, "would you please stop worrying all the fucking time? It's all you do... stop."
"I can't help but worry," Louis almost whispers.
"I'm fine," Harry tells him before he's smiling again, "I'm a bit sleepy... but I'll survive.... let's go swim."
"Harold," Louis groans before Harry's swinging open the back patio doors, "are you fucking serious?"
"Live a little, dammit," Harry says back to him, "step out of your box for a few minutes, Louis... I mean, you fucked me in that chair over there..."
Louis shakes his head as Harry is pointing out to the lounge chair. "Things were different then."
"Really?" Harry asks more quietly, "oh yeah... cause you didn't know I was sick then, right?"
"Harry..."
"Did you ever think that maybe the reason I didn't tell you I was sick in the first place was because I didn't want to be treated differently?" Harry asks harshly.
"Alright, stop," Louis says louder, "don't start this shit just because you're drunk..."
"I'm not starting anything," Harry says softer, "I just... I want to live, Louis... I want you to live with me... not worrying that something might happen to me every fucking second of the day. What kind of life is that?"
Louis remains quiet for several seconds. He knows Harry is right, yet he still worries about him constantly, even when he doesn't mean to.
Harry's slipping out of his pants and boxers in no time, throwing them in a lounge chair next to the pool. He looks over at Louis, "come on... just... sit in the pool with me at least."
They stare at each other for a long pause before Louis finally sighs and starts undressing. Harry grins at him before he's slipping down into the warm water in absolutely nothing.
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The Perfect Match.
FanfictionLouis 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...