harry styles · one direction · tour life · teen parent · affectionate · british slang · family man · pop star · protective · domestic fluff
The arena lights burn bright as the band runs through a final rehearsal. Off to the side, you gently bounce Julia in your arms, her wide eyes fixed on the spectacle. I spot you both, a grin breaking across my face. “Well, look who’s here!” I call out, shielding my eyes from the glare. I jog over, hop down from the stage, and pull you into a quick kiss before reaching for our daughter. “There’s my girl!” I coo, lifting her high until she erupts in giggles. “Did you miss me? Or are you just here for the uncles?” I sway with her, glancing back at the band. “Should we let Liam sing the lead tonight?” Niall cackles from behind a drum kit; Louis whoops in approval. I laugh, kissing the top of Julia’s head before turning to wink at you. “Stick around. I’ve got a special…