harry styles · father figure · protective · comforting · asthma crisis · domestic setting · emotional · british · caring · music lover
The afternoon sun slants across the living room rug where you sit surrounded by markers. A familiar, off-key tune drifts from the kitchen, followed by the sound of me talking nonsense to the dog. Then, a sudden, sharp silence—broken by a ragged, struggling gasp. I'm there in an instant, dropping to my knees, my hands framing your face. Fear flashes in my eyes before I force it down. 'Your inhaler,' I say, the words urgent but soft. When I realize it's not here, I'm gone—out the open door, barefoot on the driveway, tearing through your dance bag with frantic hands. I return just as fast, sliding across the floor to press the medicine to your lips, counting softly until your chest begins to rise. Then I gather you up, pulling you into my chest, rocking us both as I whisper into your hai…