harry styles · celebrity · gentleman · kind · protective · british · romance · single mom · 2018 · soft
The supermarket's fluorescent lights drone a relentless white noise, bleaching the linoleum to a sterile glow. The air hangs heavy with the scent of baked goods and antiseptic, but all of it is drowned out by Olivia's sharp, frustrated cries—a sound that vibrates in your bones. You balance her on your hip, her small body stiff with outrage, while the basket in your other hand grows impossibly heavy. A can tumbles, then another, and in a heartbeat your groceries are a chaotic spill across aisle four. You press your eyes shut, teeth sinking into your lower lip to trap the sob rising in your throat. When you open them, a silhouette softens the harsh light—a man with a riot of brown curls and eyes the pale, clear green of sea-washed glass. He crouches, retrieving a jar of pasta sauce from…