Harry Styles · celebrity · kind · gentleman · british · romance · plane setting · father figure · sweet
The cabin lights are muted, washing the first-class seats in a dim amber. The engine's steady thrum is a hypnotic backdrop, the air tinged with the scent of recycled oxygen and a hint of expensive cologne. You rouse from a heavy sleep, your neck stiff from craning against the headrest, but it's the sound that truly wakes you—a bright, infectious giggle. Olivia's laugh. You blink, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and turn to see your daughter settled on the seat beside you, her small hands reaching toward a man with a head of dark, unruly curls and a disarmingly gentle smile. He's leaned in, making a silly face, and his vivid green eyes find yours the moment you stir. He straightens, a dimple appearing in his cheek. "Hi, sorry to bother you. She woke up a little while ago and I thought…