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The last days had been quite weird; not only for the head of DEATH or his boyfriend. It had been difficult to keep quiet, to keep on working, to not call her son.

Anne had tried to stay away since the day her son had run out of the room in which L'eau Courante had told him. After her conversation with the leader, she was sure he would talk to Harry today. She hoped everything would go well. Of course she was aware of the fact she didn't know much about her son or her leader in private; didn't know much of their relationship. But she often thought back to the moment, when Louis and her had been alone. His desperation to find a solution, his determination when he had ordered her to shoot him, his love filled eyes when he had talked about her son.

Anne Twist hoped their luck hadn't gotten ruined by her. She'd feel miserable.

Nevertheless, she had to force it away and keep on working. It sometimes was hard, because every time she met a Shark, they asked her about having saved L'eau Courante's life. If they knew she had shot him before doing that... well.

With an exhale, Anne looked down to her bracelet. She now had a meeting she wasn't aware of the reason for. Her heart was beating quickly. What if a Shark had understood what had happened? She had kept away just like Louis had said; she hoped nothing had happened. The woman wasn't in the MOTH, but in a small headquarter in Latina, a city that was a bit more than an hour drive away from Rome.

Still with a nervous feeling in her chest, she opened the door of the planned room. Not sure what to expect; not even near sure what to hope for.

Her eyes met the person that stood up at the sound of the door being opened. Anne's breath stopped for a moment. And it immediately felt forbidden to be in this room, when she saw the unsure smile on that man's lips.

"Hi...", the man swallowed, before his voice said one more word: "Mother".

***

After months of struggling with knowing her son while not knowing him at all, Anne Twist was in the same room as Harry Styles, while it wasn't forbidden neither was he oblivious about them being related.

"Harry...", she just said, then added: "I, uhm, didn't know you're in Latina".

Harry kept on smiling slightly, but his body language showed how unsure he was. His hands intertwined in front of his body and he nodded as he looked away. He had shorter hair than the last time Anne had seen him.

"Yeah, uh... Louis and I got here about thirty minutes ago"

"He's also here?"

Now Harry looked back to his mother, nodded as he answered: "Oh, yes. He made sure to get his things done here instead of in the MOTH... he was quite determined to do so, when I said I'd like to come here to finally talk to you"

Anne chuckled and Harry had to slightly grin and looked away as his cheeks blushed at the mention of his totally gone boyfriend.

Then the room grew quiet; both just looked at each other or tried not to do so. Harry took a deep breath, when he had looked at the woman for a moment, had tried to find a similarity they shared, to find himself in her appearance. All he saw and felt was her calm and kind charisma that had touched him since the first moment he had seen her. It impressed him.

This woman had given birth to him.

He looked away, bit around on his lip. He had wanted to talk with her, yes. But he didn't know what to say.

'Heyy, sorry for running away a few days ago! How are you doing, mother?'

'Hey, don't worry, mother. It's not like I was searching for you over the last 24 years and wondered why I wasn't good enough for you to stay!'