HS: "Am I still going to be a father?" (2018)

The Beginning - 6

10th of May (Tuesday)

Mariana's P.O.V.

"Okay... And what did you find?" I ask while mentally going through everything I ever posted on Instagram, Facebook or Twitter that he might have seen.

"Well, actually..." he teases a bit more by raising his eyebrows and taking another sip of his drink. I don't think I have anything embarrassing on social media... Well, not that he would have easily found anyway... "No, I'm pulling your leg. I didn't find anything. I don't know your last name." he confesses with a shy smile. I laugh loudly at the thought that hadn't yet occurred me: he couldn't have gone far just knowing my first name... Thank god!

"See? You have an unfair advantage! I don't even have your last name, let alone a Wikipedia paragraph about you." he shrugs his shoulders and I laugh at his exaggerated complaint.

"I only read a sentence!" I defend myself. "But fair enough. What do you want to know?"

"Well, for starters it would be cool to know your last name..." he says setting his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his hand as if he is going to be listening from now on and not talking. Okay, now it's on me...

"Martins."

"Martins." he repeats it and nods "Is that Portuguese?"

"No. Well, I guess so, but it's not because of my mum that I have that name. It actually comes from my dad."

"Who's British, right?"

"Yeah. Apparently I had a great great great grandfather or something, who was called Martin Anthony Smith and he wanted his family to have a less common last name, so he called his son Anthony Martins. And somehow that was okay and he created a generation of Martins'. Which, as a matter of a fact, is a VERY common Portuguese last name. So you can basically see the irony of the story when my dad, Mr. Robert Martins, married a Portuguese lady and gave his son and daughter one of the most common last names in Portugal."

"Okay..." he looks at me with furrowed brows and a wide smile, probably taking in what I just explained. "I think Mr. Martin wouldn't be very happy with your father." he says chuckling.

"Yeah, I guess not." I smile and look down my lap with a wave of embarrassment hitting me hard. What am I doing? No one cares about the origin of my name... The silence is settling in and I'm a tad scared to look up again. I should ask something now. As I finally look up, I see Harry still in the same position as before, staring at me with a smile on his face.

"What?" I ask embarrassed from his penetrating stare.

"I like your personality." He answers assertively and not taking his eyes off of me. Despite being embarrassed and surprised by his comment I decide to keep the staring contest and I too adopt his position and stare at his green eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I like yours too."

"Yeah?" he lifts up his brows in surprise still keeping his eyes on me and his smile locked in place.

"Yeah."

"Have you seen The Fault In Our Stars?" he asks completely out of the blue but remaining in position and with his stare gazed at my eyes like green lasers piercing through them. The out of nowhere question almost makes me give in, but I manage to quickly unfurrow my brows and keep my eyes locked in his with the same smirk both of us have been keeping.

"I have yeah."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it. I've seen it like 9 times already."