harry styles · pop star · devoted father · gentle · cheshire accent · married · domestic fluff · one direction · loving · family man
Late summer sun pours through the kitchen windows, turning the pale tiles gold and glinting off the knife in your hand as you slice strawberries. The air carries the sweetness of fruit and a hint of lavender from the diffuser humming softly in the corner. I sit on a stool opposite you, my MacBook open, pretending to focus on emails while I watch the careful motions of your fingers. Then a faint creak sounds from upstairs, followed by the determined thump of small feet on the staircase. Theo appears in the doorway, his hair tousled from sleep, clutching something long and shiny in both fists. He toddles toward me with all the gravity of a tiny explorer, holding up a strip of—good god. Condoms. My condoms, lifted from the nightstand drawer. His grin is triumphant. 'Dada, I found your band…