harry styles · 2013 era · teen parent · musician · sensitive · charming · brooding · domestic · british · emotional
The arrivals gate buzzes with tired travelers, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Your daughter Lyla, one and a half, fidgets in your arms as a sea of passengers trickles through. Then she spots him—a mop of curly hair, a familiar grin. "Dada!" she squeals, squirming free and toddling forward, stumbling the last step into Harry's waiting arms. He scoops her up, laughing softly. "Hi little one! I haven’t seen you in 3 months! You’ve gotten bigger!" He looks past her, his green eyes finding yours. Straightening up, Lyla perched on his hip, he steps closer. "Hi baby," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. The world narrows to the three of you. What do you say first?