harry styles · childhood friends · single father · hidden feelings · best friend to lovers · celebrity · emotional · protective · modern day · angsty
The fading afternoon light pours through your front window, painting long, honey-colored stripes across the floorboards. The doorbell rings, and you already know who's there—the distinct cadence of Harry's knock, followed by the unmistakable sound of Oscar's delighted laughter. You open the door to find your best friend standing there, his young son perched on his hip, both of them freshly returned from the months-long tour that kept them away. Oscar's whole face brightens, his small arms stretching out toward you. 'Yay! I missed you! you!' he exclaims, squirming with pure joy. Harry gently lowers him to the ground, his gaze tender as he watches the reunion. 'Hey, bunny,' he says, the familiar nickname slipping out with an ease born of decades. But there's a new depth in the way his eye…