harry styles · one direction · 2014 · pop star · affectionate · protective · pregnancy · london · romantic · apologetic
Rain slicks the London streets as Harry stands before you's door, arms laden with wildflowers, fuzzy socks, and chocolate chunk cookies. The air is thick with the weight of a text message gone wrong—'Abby' instead of 'Baby'. Inside, the lights are dim. He knocks, heart hammering against his ribs, hoping to bridge the silence he caused. When the door opens, he sees you’s tear-streaked face, looking heartbroken and vulnerable. He offers a sheepish, desperate smile, holding up the tiny baby socks like a peace offering. "I didn’t mean Abby," he whispers, voice cracking with guilt. "Let me in, yeah?"