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 brush moves effortlessly in Harry's hand, his eyes watching its movement. He's painting the skies over the ocean now, forming clouds in it.
He isn't aware of the time or how long he's even been painting. He's only aware of the creation in front of him.
He stands back, looking over the sky he has completed so far. Harry's too critical of himself. He sees flaws and mistakes too easily when he's creating.
"Harry?" He hears Louis saying from the doorway.
"Hey," Harry grins at him before he's sitting the paint brush down, "what time is it?"
"It's a little past 4 pm," Louis tells him as he's glancing at the wall, "wow... looks amazing."
"Does it?" Harry asks with a grin.
"It really does," Louis nods before he's stepping over to Harry, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"How was grocery shopping?" Harry smiles as he places his hands over Louis'.
"It was eventful," Louis laughs, "Emma wanted so many things... and Daisy didn't help. But I think we got everything we need for dinner tonight."
"Good," Harry sighs out in contentment.
"Have you been in here the whole time I was gone?" Louis laughs.
"Guilty," Harry smirks and puts the brush down, "I... I just felt like painting again... I miss it."
"I know," Louis whispers, "I'm glad you finally feel up to standing in here and doing it."
"Well, I took a few breaks," Harry sighs, "I sat in the floor and stared at this painting... wondering how it's going to turn out."
"It'll turn out well, I'm sure," Louis smiles before he's kissing Harry. He pulls away and grins, "I'm going to go start on dinner for the guests."
"Is Liam and Niall coming?" Harry asks as he's wiping his hands.
"Yep," Louis replies, "Liam said he'd be here early. Jeff and Glenne still coming?"
"They are," Harry smiles again.
"I'm... I'm really glad she's going to do this," Louis whispers to him, "I'm glad Jeff is ok with it."
"So am I," Harry grins again, his smile radiating.
Louis loses himself in the sight. He realizes how much this means to Harry now... he's beginning to see things as Harry does, not as he has always seen them.
"Look, I'm paying for it with the money I earned selling my furniture... and the money I have put away," Harry tells him, even though he has had this conversation with Louis already.
"Harry," Louis chuckles, "I told you... I'd help pay this..."
"I know, but I insist," Harry replies seriously, "I told Glenne I was paying for everything..."
