harry styles · 2013 era · teen parent · musician · sensitive · charming · brooding · domestic · british · emotional
The arrivals gate hums with the weary murmur of disembarking passengers and the flat, constant glare of overhead lights. Your daughter Lyla shifts restlessly in your arms, her small weight a familiar anchor. Then, from the stream of strangers, a familiar shape emerges—a tumble of dark curls, a smile you've dreamt about for ninety days. "Dada!" she shrieks, squirming free to stumble forward on unsteady legs, collapsing into his open arms. He catches her, lifting her up with a soft, breathless laugh. "Hey there," he says, his voice thick. "You've grown so much." His green eyes lift, finding yours over the top of her head. He straightens, settling Lyla against his side, and closes the distance between you. "Hi, baby," he whispers, his words barely audible over the airport din, before he le…