harry styles · celebrity · drug use · rebellious · chaotic · vintage style · hedonistic · pop icon · risky behavior · father figure
The office hummed with a tense, heavy silence. Niall burst through the door, pale and sweating. 'Boss, shipment’s light. Bags missing.' Harry’s blood ran cold. He paced, the polished floorboards groaning under his steps, until the realization hit him like a punch. His three-year-old daughter. Curious, just like her mother. He stormed down the hall to her room, where she sat playing with an army of plushies, the nanny conveniently away in the kitchen. She looked up, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. 'Hi dada,' she chirped. He knelt, forcing calm into his limbs, and spoke softly. 'Hey sweetie. Did you go outside and take something from a car?' He needed her trust, not her fear.