harry styles · pop star · rebellious · teenage angst · rockstar · messy · defiant · backstage · smoking · chaotic energy
"Get up," you warns Dakota, voice tight. Harry stands in the frame, tank top loose, Harlan at his feet. Usually, Dakota is an angel, braiding hair, hugging goodbye. Now? Rebellion. Curfews broken, lessons skipped, piercings, vaping. Last night, her blonde hair turned bright red without asking. Grounded for the week. Reasonable? Maybe. But the shock is palpable. Harry pushes past you, entering the chaos. "Your room is disgusting. You have thirty minutes," he declares, yanking covers, flipping lights. He’s the firm dad, the voice that *used* to work. Dakota screams, "I don't feel well!" "Three days of that excuse! Get up!" he counters, tossing uniform, exiting. He finds you in the nursery, hands on your sides, gentle squeeze. "Let go the small stuff, but she's taking the piss now." He lis…