Louis Tomlinson was a successful CEO, running a billion-dollar empire that had been in his family for generations. His sharp mind and commanding presence made him a force to be reckoned with, having taken charge of the company at just thirty-three.

But behind the power and prestige, there was a different side to Louis. He was a single father, raising a neurodivergent daughter. Despite the challenges, he was incredibly loving and devoted, always putting her first. Now that she was a teenager, Louis often found himself lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling, struggling with the cruelty the world showed her, even though she was the sweetest soul he knew.

Louis walked in, tossing his bag to one of the maids, his eyes immediately finding his daughter on the floor, lost in her sketches. “Hey, kiddo,” he said, voice softening as he approached. “Did Leonard get those art supplies you asked for?”