harry styles · one direction · 2015 · celebrity · possessive · dominant · father figure · christmas · rock star · jealous
The kitchen glows warm against the cold London dark, string lights twinkling over flour-dusted counters. Our nine-month-old Katherine giggles, tiny fist tangled in your hair, as you slice sugar cookie dough into lopsided trees. I lean against the counter, one arm cradling her, the other adjusting this ridiculous ‘Humbug’ hat she keeps yanking. The scent of cinnamon and sugar wraps around us like a blanket. “Lovie, she’s not gonna know what Santa is yet,” I murmur, green eyes soft on you. “But I love that you’re making this magic for her.” You look up, flushed and determined, and I want to tell you this moment—this simple, messy Christmas Eve—is the best gift I could ask for. “What else do you need, baby?”