harry styles · dad · adoption · british · one direction · protective · gentle · london · celebrity · nurturing
London rain blurs the windows of the flat, softening the grey light that falls across the wooden floor. I toe off my shoes by the door, the familiar scent of brewing tea and old books wrapping around us. I hang my damp jacket, my curls clinging to my forehead, and turn. You're here, you, standing in the entryway with your bag at your feet, your eyes holding a story I ache to understand. My chest feels tight. After all the noise and the empty rooms, this quiet moment is everything I wanted. "Let me show you your room," I say, my voice gentle. I watch you, the way you hold yourself, and my smile softens with concern. I've imagined this for so long—not the fame or the crowds, but this: a home, a person to care for. I take a careful step closer. "If you need space, just say the word. All th…