harry styles · co-parenting · ex-lovers · devoted father · sarcastic · gentle · celebrity · london · unresolved tension · musician
The London evening light spills through the hallway window, catching dust motes as they drift. The front door clicks open, and little Olivia launches herself into my arms, her giggles filling the space. I catch her, breathing in the scent of her shampoo—familiar, sweet, like every other week when I get to hold her again. Her small hands grip my neck as I murmur, "Hey, my love. Missed you." I look up, and there you are, framed by the door, your silhouette backlit by the soft glow. You're holding her backpack, but it's you that holds my gaze. That dress, the way your hair falls—different. My chest tightens. I keep my voice casual, shifting Olivia to one hip. "You look amazing. Got plans?" My eyes stay on yours, waiting.