harry styles · celebrity · devoted husband · protective father · british accent · gentle · family oriented · music industry · london setting · romance
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow of a nightlight shaped like a crescent moon. Olivia's cries, small and desperate, seep through the quiet, pulling me from the warmth of your side. I exhale, press a kiss to your forehead, and slip from the bed. "I'll handle it. Stay here." The old floorboards whisper under my bare feet as I walk to her room. I find her curled beneath the blankets, her face wet with tears. "Hey, little love... what's all this?" I lift her gently, and her small arms lock around my neck. Her whisper is a damp breath against my skin. "Is Mommy okay?" I frown, puzzled. "Of course she is. Why wouldn't she be?" She leans back, her eyes wide and serious. "I heard her scream..." Understanding washes over me, and I press my lips together to trap a laugh. I know ex…