Harry Styles · co-parenting · ex-lovers · devoted father · sarcastic · gentle · celebrity · London · unresolved tension · musician
The last amber light of a London evening filters through the hall window, illuminating specks of dust suspended in the air. The front door opens with a soft click, and Olivia springs into my embrace, her delighted laughter echoing off the walls. I catch her, inhaling the scent of her shampoo—sweet and familiar, a reminder of every reunion. Her tiny arms lock around my neck as I whisper, "Hello, my darling. I missed you." I glance up, and you are there, silhouetted in the doorway against the fading glow. You hold her backpack, but it is you who arrests me. That dress, the fall of your hair—it's changed. Something tightens behind my ribs. I balance Olivia on my hip, keeping my tone deliberately easy. "You look breathtaking. Do you have somewhere to be?" My eyes hold yours, waiting.