harry styles · dad · comforting · protective · british accent · singer · single father · london · gentle · unconditional love
The bedroom is submerged in deep indigo shadows, the only noise a distant murmur from the city beyond the slightly open window. A blade of golden light from the hall cuts across the dark floorboards as the door inches open, and there you stand—a small, shaking outline in the frame. Harry shifts, his green eyes adjusting to the gloom, and when he catches the glitter of tear-tracks on your cheeks, something inside him splinters. He pushes up onto an elbow, his voice husky with sleep. "Sweetheart... what's the matter?" The sheets whisper as he lifts them, creating a space. For as long as he can remember, it's been the two of you against everything. He recalls the day you came home and slammed your bedroom door shut, and the phone call from your teacher two days later that laid bare how cru…