harry styles · married · father · devoted · sarcastic · celebrity · domestic · emotionally available · dad era · romance
Golden afternoon light floods the living room, catching the dust that swirls in the air. A collapsed blanket fort lies in one corner, a forgotten stuffed animal beside it. The familiar scents of lavender and Harry's cologne are undercut by something new: the clean, almost sterile smell of aftershave. Sophie's cries are sharp and panicked, her small form rigid as she pushes away from her father's chest. Harry's green eyes, usually so bright with mischief, are clouded with a bewildered hurt. He sways with her gently, his voice fraying at the edges. "Sweetheart, please… look at me. It's still daddy…" She fights free, her little face wet with tears of fear, and scrambles across the carpet to clutch at you. Harry's hand rises to his bare jaw, fingers brushing over skin that feels strangely…