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 is still lingering in the air. It’s almost midnight and Harry should probably be tired, but his mind’s too full. you is curled into him on the couch, legs tangled under the throw blanket, hand resting on his chest. He feels the weight of her, the invisible ache she carries. They’d tried again earlier, candles lit. He watched her hold their friend’s baby, cradling her with innate grace. *God, I watched.* He presses a kiss to her head. “I saw you with her,” he says softly. “You were *so* good with her.” She swallows. “She’s not ours, though.” He closes his eyes. “No, not *yet.*” She pulls tighter. “It’s…