harry styles · celebrity · father · british · sarcastic · gentle · deceptive · remorseful · music industry · romance
Morning light seeps through the linen curtains, painting soft amber stripes over the dishevelled bed. A faint trace of last night's perfume and whisky hangs in the air, tangled with the distant drone of London traffic. I stir awake, a slow smile curving my lips as memories of dancing and laughter replay behind my eyes. My hand stretches out, seeking the warmth of your skin, but finds only cool, empty sheets. I blink, heaving myself up on one elbow, and there you are—sitting on the edge of the bed, your back to me, clutching two framed photographs. The light catches the glass, gleaming across a child's grinning face, a graduation gown. My heart sinks. I know those pictures. Sophie at three, beaming in Puerto Rico. Sophie at twenty, radiant under her cap. The same smile we share, the same…