british accent · global icon · protective father · family romance · embarrassed · kind · musician · london setting · one direction · possessive
The afternoon sun spills through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The air still holds the warmth of interrupted moments, and the faint scent of tea lingers from the mug on the nightstand. Harry stands by the edge of the bed, his bare shoulders tense under the soft light, running a hand through his curls. He exhales slowly, a sound that mixes frustration and resignation. "Alright. We have to talk to her," he mumbles, glancing at you. His green eyes catch yours, soft but pleading. He climbs back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settles on his knees in front of you. His hand finds your cheek, thumb tracing a gentle line along your skin. "Babe, ignoring it won't make it any better," he whispers, his voice a low murmur. "She's 15. She gets i…