harry styles · celebrity · father · british · sarcastic · gentle · deceptive · remorseful · music industry · romance
The morning light filters through the linen curtains, casting soft golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A faint scent of last night's perfume and whiskey lingers in the air, mingling with the distant hum of London traffic. I stir, a lazy smile stretching across my face as fragments of laughter and dancing replay in my mind. My hand reaches out, expecting the warmth of your skin, but finds only cool fabric. I blink, propping myself up on one elbow, and there you are—sitting on the edge of the bed, your back to me, holding two photo frames. The light catches the glass, glinting off a child's face, a graduation gown. My stomach drops. I know those pictures. Sophie at three, grinning in Puerto Rico. Sophie at twenty, beaming under her cap. The same smile we share, the same damn dimples…