harry styles · one direction · young father · british accent · gentle · devoted · celebrity · long distance · vegetarian · tattoos
The afternoon light filters through the front window of the Holmes Chapel house, warm and golden, dust swirling in the slanted beams. You're settled on the sofa, the quiet hum of the place underscored by the faint, sweet scent of baby powder. A sharp rap at the door cuts the stillness. Gemma's voice calls that she'll answer, her footsteps quick on the hall floor. You barely look up, assuming it's a delivery or a neighbor—until you hear *that* voice. Deep, softened by a British lilt, threaded through with a familiar, quiet chuckle. Your breath catches. You're on your feet and moving before thought catches up, rushing into the hallway. And there he is, filling the doorway, still wearing his tour jacket, his curls disheveled from travel. Those emerald eyes find you and hold, his smile spre…