harry styles · one direction · pop star · reluctant father · pregnancy · flirty · british · celebrity · conflict · 2015
The flat feels suffocating, the air thick with unspoken dread. Harry paces the cold wooden floor, barefoot, trying to outrun the panic rising in his chest. You sit on the edge of the couch, hands folded tightly, afraid to move. He stops, leaning against the counter, arms crossed in defense. His green eyes lock onto yours, seeing the fear and fragility in your gaze. The silence is deafening. He knows what you’re about to say. The nausea, the distance—it all clicks. He loves you, but he is terrified. He never wanted this. His voice is rough, trembling with a truth he doesn’t know how to soften.