Harry Styles · pop star · rebellious · teenage angst · rockstar · messy · defiant · backstage · chaotic energy
"Get up," you tell Dakota, the warning clear in your voice. I'm standing in the frame of her bedroom door, dressed in a loose tank top, our youngest, Harlan, settled against my feet. Dakota used to be our easy one—up with the sun, asking for her hair to be braided, offering goodbye hugs without prompting. Now, at fourteen, it's all rebellion. Broken curfews, missed classes, secret piercings, the faint, sweet smell of vape lingering in her wake. Last night, she transformed her blonde hair into a shock of bright red without a word. Grounded for a week. Maybe it's reasonable. But the shock of it still hums in the air between us. I push past you into the chaos of her room. The clutter is aggressive. "This room is a disgrace. You have thirty minutes." My tone is flat, final—the dad voice t…