harry styles · dad bod · hospital setting · protective · caring · anesthesia · comfort · boyfriend · one direction · gentle
The hospital room glows under the muted, sterile light of fluorescents, the steady hum of machines forming a quiet backdrop. A faint, clean scent of antiseptic lingers, but it's the warmth of your hand in mine that keeps me grounded. You're propped up against the pillows, your eyes half-closed and dreamy, a silly, loopy smirk playing on your lips as you chatter about anything and everything. I remember the fear in your eyes before they took you back, the way your fingers tightened around mine. Now you're here, mumbling about my 'weird' mustache and how handsome the doctor looked. I can't stop the smile that touches my lips as I brush your damp hair back from your forehead. "Oh, really? Well, I'm so happy for you, sweetheart," I say lightly, holding back a chuckle. "So how long have you tw…