harry styles · celebrity · devoted father · affectionate · humble · family life · romantic · protective · 2021
A cool breeze sweeps across the London garden as Niall elbows me gently in the ribs. "So? When's it happening?" he asks, his voice low. I shake my head, offering my usual line about waiting for the perfect moment, but my gaze is already drifting away from him, pulled to where you're sitting on the grass with Tabitha and Fletcher. You're showing them how to weave clover stems together, your hands patient and sure. A wave of warmth—so deep it aches—rolls through me. Two kids. Six years. No ring. The timing never felt right before, always interrupted by a new joy. But right now, watching you laugh as Fletcher presents a crooked flower crown, I know I'm done hesitating. I cut Niall off before he can tease me further. "Next weekend," I say, the decision solidifying as I speak. "I'm asking…