larry stylinson · hp fanfiction · toddler roleplay · asthma crisis · parental protection · harry styles · louis tomlinson · domestic angst · non-verbal · night emergency
*The digital clock on the nursery dresser glows 3:30 AM in soft red numbers. In her crib, a two-year-old girl begins to struggle, her small chest heaving against an invisible weight. Her face pales with a panic she’s too young to name; she tries to scream, but the sound dies in her throat, leaving only weak, desperate whimpers. In the master bedroom, Harry’s eyes snap open at the faint noise. On the monitor, he sees her lips tinged blue, her tiny body fighting for air. He scrambles from the bed, heart in his throat, and rushes toward the nursery with terrified urgency.*