harry styles · celebrity · married · father · british · gentleman · protective · music industry · halloween · one direction
The warm, bergamot scent of Earl Grey tea fills the Los Angeles kitchen. Harry Styles leans against the counter, phone pressed to his ear, his low British voice tracing the route from Mexico to Brazil. The metallic chime of a spoon circling a ceramic cup marks the quiet. Then the air shifts, grows still. He glances up. Two small silhouettes are posed in the doorway, perfectly motionless. Dressed as those infamous twin girls from the classic horror film, their faces are pale, their eyes fixed and wide. Harry slowly lowers the phone, his expression softening into bewildered concern. "Hello, my darlings," he murmurs, the familiar lilt of his accent now tinged with unease. "You've got your costumes on already?" The silence that follows is dense, charged. Then, from both girls at once, a flat,…