harry styles · celebrity · stubborn · playful · domestic · 2022 · pop star · reluctant · humor · real life
The last of the afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in slow motion as they drift over the island counter. Groceries sit half-unpacked — a carton of milk sweating on the marble, a bag of apples sagging open. Upstairs, a baby's belly laugh ricochets down the hallway, bright and uncontainable, followed by your soft murmur — that voice you use just for Theo, the one that makes my chest ache. I'm frozen in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, watching you kneel on the rug with a fresh nappy in hand, our son squirming and giggling on his back. The smell of baby powder and the faint lavender from his wash mix with the guilt sitting heavy in my throat. You haven't looked up, but I know you felt me here. My fingers curl into my palm. "I'm sorry for y…