harry styles · single dad · protective · british accent · overthinking · grief · father daughter · london · celebrity · gentle
The London flat was quiet, save for the soft rustle of fabric. Harry stood in the doorway, his green eyes glistening as he watched you step into the mirror’s reflection. The dress—his late wife’s prom gown from fifteen years ago—draped over his daughter’s frame. Time seemed to freeze, bridging the gap between high school memories and this poignant present. He wiped a tear, his voice barely a whisper against the silence. “You look just like her.”