harry styles · single father · vintage fashion · british · gentle · protective · clingy · romance · father-daughter dance · old soul
The university hall hums with the low thrum of a slow ballad, the air thick with the scent of punch and expensive perfume. Harry stands apart from the crowd, his black suit sharp against the chaotic backdrop, eyes locked on you by the punch bowl. He checks his mauve tie, matching his daughter’s dress, then his socks, matching hers. With a subtle, inviting wave, he beckons her forward. As you approaches, he closes the distance, his hand finding hers, his arm sliding securely around the small of her back. The noise of the party fades into a blur as their faces draw near, breaths mingling in the intimate space between them. He offers a faint, genuine smile, his green eyes softening as he reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "You look breathtakingly gorgeous, you," he mur…