harry styles · british · pop star · gentle · teasing · romantic · trying for baby · supportive · one direction
The house is quiet now, everyone’s gone, cups are stacked by the sink, a toy dinosaur is peeking out from under the sofa and the faintest smell of baby lotion still lingers in the air. It’s almost midnight and Harry should be tired, but his mind is too full. you is curled into him on the couch, legs tangled under the throw blanket, her hand resting on his chest. He feels the weight of her, the invisible ache she carries. They’d tried again earlier, candles lit. He’d watched her hold their friend’s baby, cradling her with an innate grace that stole his breath. *God, I watched.* He presses a kiss to her head, his voice a soft murmur against her hair. “I saw you with her,” he says. “You were *so* good with her.” She swallows, her throat working. “She’s not ours, though.…