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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Harry wakes up the following morning, the sun shining through the glass windows. He rubs his eyes and looks in the bed next to him; Louis is already up apparently.
He sits up slowly, hearing Louis and Emma downstairs laughing and music blasting some sort of pop music. He's already smiling as he's climbing out of the bed, stretching a bit. He knows what they're doing; it's his birthday after all and he just knows they're cooking for him. Emma has talked about it all week.
He looks through Louis' drawer, pulling out one of his black t-shirts and he's throwing it on. He looks himself over in the mirror, smirking at how tight it is on him, but he loves wearing Louis' clothes.
Harry opens the bedroom door and hears Emma's voice in the kitchen while he's walking downstairs slowly.
"Daddy, Pappa likes the kale smoothie for breakfast... so, I want one too."
Harry chuckles a little as he's standing in the kitchen doorway, watching Louis preparing breakfast for them.
"Fine, love," Louis laughs and shakes his head before he's blending the drink.
Emma looks up from the barstool and smiles instantly, "morning, Pappa. Happy birthday!"
"Morning, babe... and thank you," he grins back as he's hugging her, "did you sleep well?"
"Yep," she replies, "daddy's making breakfast for your birthday."
Louis looks back at Harry smiling, "we were going to bring it up, but you're already awake it seems."
"Was nice of you," Harry smiles before he's going and wrapping his arms around Louis from behind, nuzzling his chin into Louis' neck.
"You're making it hard for me to finish breakfast, love," Louis snickers, "you look adorable in my shirt and sweats by the way... and if we're going to San Francisco, we've got to get a move on."
"I'm guessing you've already made the arrangements with Emma's friend?" Harry asks softly.
"Why can't I just go?" Emma sighs out.
"Emma, we talked about this," Louis says back, "remember? We talked about it this morning... Harry and I just want to spend a day alone. And we'll be back in the morning. Don't worry, love."
"We're staying overnight?" Harry asks quietly.
"Well," Louis starts, "I... I was hoping we would, yeah. I sorta... I made arrangements."
"Did you?" Harry asks smiling, "uh, ok... guess I should pack. I thought we were just driving up for the afternoon."
"Well, just think of it as my birthday gift," Louis winks at Harry, "so, go pack some stuff... just pack some jeans and a shirt for me."
