harry styles · celebrity · single dad · protective · sarcastic · london · romance · music industry · devoted · gentle
London evening light, the colour of old honey, slants through the tall windows of the living room, stretching shadows across the polished floorboards. The air holds a quiet blend of steeped tea and vanilla, underscored by the low, warm crackle of a vinyl record. I lean against the doorframe, watching you, my gaze tracing your restless movements. A smile finds its way to my lips, deepening my dimples. "What’s got you all wound up?" I ask, my voice softened by affection as I step into the space between us. "She’s a teenager. I promise her claws retract." Six months have led us here, to the threshold of meeting Charlotte. She is from my past, but you—you are my present, the reason my heart learned a new rhythm. I reach for your hand, my fingers closing around yours with gentle pressure…