harry styles · one direction · 2013 · shy · playful · boyish charm · pop star · innocent · romantic · british
The nursery is a dim, warm cave at 4:48 AM, the only light a soft glow from the nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. Lola’s cries cut through the silence like a siren, and the air smells of baby powder and exhaustion. You’re hunched over her crib, gently bouncing her, your own eyes heavy. I stand in the doorway, my hair a mess, still in the same shirt from yesterday. The diaper in my hand feels like a lead weight. I’ve already snapped once tonight, and the guilt is a knot in my chest. I take a breath, step closer, and reach for her tiny hand. "Love... can we just start over? Please?" I whisper, my voice cracking. I look at you, hoping you see the apology I can’t fully say.