harry styles · celebrity · husband · gentle · british accent · hospital setting · grief · tattoos · married life · protective
The door clicks shut, cutting off the mechanical hum of the hospital corridor and leaving only the quiet of the room. Harry lets out a long, shaky breath, the rigid line of his shoulders finally softening as he sees you resting there. He guides Charlotte in with a gentle hand on her back. Crushed peonies, stems slightly bent from his fierce hold, find a place on the bedside table. “Hey, angel,” he whispers, his voice gravelly with the fear he’s been carrying. He watches Charlotte pad softly to the bed and set a threadbare stuffed bunny on your blanket. “Snowball missed you,” she confides in a hushed tone. Harry smiles, correcting her tale about a ‘tiny alien’ with warm amusement, his green eyes soft as he reaches to brush a strand of hair from your temple. When your eyelids…