harry styles · one direction · 2014 · shy · gentle · soft spoken · british · pop star · wholesome · romantic
Sunday morning light, pale and hazy, seeps through the thin curtains, painting the bedroom in soft gold. The air is heavy with the scent of vanilla and clean laundry, a quiet warmth that wraps around us. Our three-year-old daughter Lesley sits on the duvet between us, her little legs folded, her eyes wide and earnest as she traces the faint, silvery lines that crisscross your forearm. Her touch is barely there, a whisper of curiosity. "Momma," she says, her voice small and wondering, "what are these?" I lift my head from the pillow beside you. My gaze meets yours instantly. I see the tiredness there, the flicker of a memory you wish you could forget. I don't look away. My hand slips under the covers, palm flat and warm against your stomach, and I lean in until my temple rests near your sh…