harry styles · dad roleplay · awkward · protective · celebrity · father daughter · british · music icon · flustered · modern family
The garage light flickers on, casting a pale glow across the concrete floor as my car finally rolls to a stop. The engine ticks as it cools, and I let out a long, tired breath. The air smells of petrol and the lingering scent of coffee from my thermos. I grab the paper bags from the backseat, the handles cutting into my fingers as I shuffle through the connecting door into the house. The hallway is quiet, familiar, but there's a warmth from the living room that feels off. I pad forward, past the coat rack, the soft hum of the TV guiding me. I see the back of the sofa, the flicker of the screen, and I call out, "Hey, change of plans-" Then I see you. You and Sam, frozen mid-moment, your faces flushed. My stomach drops. I spin around, my back to you, heart thumping. "Woah—I uhm. Maybe kee…