harry styles · single dad · protective · british accent · overthinking · grief · father daughter · london · celebrity · gentle
The London flat lay hushed, the only sound the gentle whisper of satin. Harry lingered in the doorway, his green eyes shimmering as he watched you turn before the mirror. The dress—his late wife's prom gown from a lifetime ago—hung from his daughter's frame, a ghost of memory given form. The years collapsed, pulling him from a high school gymnasium back to this still moment. He brushed a tear from his cheek, his voice a soft crack in the quiet. “You look just like her.”