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 alarm clock sounds from the nightstand the following Monday morning and Louis reaches over to quickly shut it off. He rubs his face and looks in bed next to him; Harry moves a little, rolling over on his back and stretching.
"Morning," he says in his deep morning voice.
Louis smiles and pushes the unruly curls back from Harry's face, "morning, love. Did you sleep well?"
"I slept brilliant," Harry sighs out and sits up slowly.
"I'm gonna jump in the shower real quick," Louis tells him as he gets out of bed, "you sure you're alright with taking Emma to school?"
"Lou," Harry smiles at him from where he's sitting under the covers, "it's fine. I quite enjoy driving now, you know that."
Louis grins and takes his clothes out of the closet, getting ready for another day at work. "I'll probably leave around 1 or so. That's my plan anyways."
"If you can't, it's fine," Harry says and stands, stretching, "Emma and I will survive till you're home. I'll cook up some dinner."
"Glenne's appointment is at 2 though, isn't it?" Louis is asking and walking into the bedroom, Harry following slowly behind.
"Why? You wanna go?" Harry's grinning as he's using the toilet.
Louis smiles and starts the shower water, sitting the clothes down on the counter top. "Well, I figured I'd go."
"Ok," Harry flushes the toilet and watches Louis climbing in the shower.
"Can you go make sure Emma is awake?" Louis asks, placing his hair back into the water, running his hands through it.
"I will, yeah," Harry replies, "I'll get some breakfast started."
"Thanks, love," Louis says as he's smiling and beginning to wash his hair.
Harry walks down the hall, hearing Emma singing in her room. He smiles as he stops in the doorway; she's already dressed in pink shorts and a white flowing shirt that Harry had bought her on one of their many shopping trips.
"Good morning," Harry says to her.
She smiles at him while she's grabbing her backpack. "Morning, Pappa. Are you driving me to school?"
"I am," Harry answers before he's grabbing her brush and guiding it through her blonde hair gently, "your hair is getting so long."
"So is yours," Emma says grinning as she's watching Harry in her mirror. "Can you braid it for me?"
"Sure," Harry tells her, grabbing a hair tie from the dresser. He begins separating the pieces before he's braiding it, "wanna help me get breakfast ready before daddy has to be at work?"
"Yes," Emma replies smiling, "are we still painting this afternoon?"
"We are," Harry tells her and finishes her hair, placing the hair tie at the very end of the braid, "there we go. Looks beautiful."
