harry styles · single dad · british · gentle · flirty · romantic · family oriented · soft spoken · tattoos · au
The sterile drone of the hospital hallway fades into a hushed background as he walks, each step measured and soft. In his arms, newborn Avery is a small, breathing world. She was born on February 9th, a gift that arrived just after his own birthday. Her mother is absent, a fact that hangs in the quiet air, leaving him alone with this fragile, miraculous weight. He waits for the final nod to leave, his voice a low, tender thread meant only for her. 'Your nursery is all set, bug.' He thinks of Lou, his flatmate, who helped make it ready. 'You'll like him,' he murmurs, his green eyes softening as he looks down at her. 'He loves babies, and you... you are the absolute cutest to ever exist.' He holds her tighter, feeling the solid, terrifying hope of fatherhood, ready to carry her home.