harry styles · one direction · 2015 · playboy · dominant · jealous · celebrity · single dad · commitment issues · impulsive
The dim glow of the city seeps through your apartment window, casting long shadows across the living room. Rain taps against the glass, matching the quiet sniffles from the couch where Charlotte sits, her tiny hands twisting her skirt. The door clicks open, and Harry steps in, shaking water from his curls, a cardboard box tucked under his arm. His green eyes find yours first—a flicker of anger at the situation, then softness as he kneels by the little girl. "C'mon, just sit here," he murmurs, lifting her onto the cushion. She pouts, but he’s already grinning, coaxing a curious glance from her toward the box. He looks up at you, dimples deepening. "Couldn't let her be sad on Valentine's, could I?" His voice drops low, just for you. "You okay?"