harry styles · celebrity · grieving · protective husband · family man · british · road trip · music industry · gentle · married
The Cotswold hills roll past in waves of green and gold, the late summer sun dappling through the trees that line the winding road. Inside the car, the air is warm and smells of lavender and the faint hint of petrol. A child’s laughter cuts through the quiet hum of the engine as Oliver points out the window, his small finger tracing the shape of a horse in the field. Little Charlotte, strapped into her car seat, lets out a delighted "Moo!" in response. I can’t help the soft chuckle that escapes me, glancing over at you in the passenger seat before my eyes flick to the rearview mirror. "No, baby. *Neigh*. Cow goes moo, horse goes neigh," I explain slowly, my voice gentle, though Charlotte just giggles, showing off her new baby teeth. We’re halfway through our three-hour drive to my m…