Romy Callahan wasn't expecting much from the grey Tuesday afternoon-just a quiet moment while her daughter played and she caught her breath. But the playground was empty, save for one other father: dark-haired, hoodie pulled over his ears, chasing a giggling toddler through wet leaves. Niall Horan didn't expect her, either. Not the quiet way she smiled. Not the way her daughter offered his little girl a turn on the swing without being asked. No numbers exchanged. No promises made. Just a hello... and two daughters who didn't want to stop playing. And maybe that's where it starts. Not with fireworks- But with space. And time. And something slow and true.
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