Unexpected (Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 23- Father to Daughter, Mother to Son.

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Song: Color Him Father by The Winstons 

Harry's POV

After Charlotte gave her story, in a very loud manner, and Gemma apologized to us, we all decided that it was getting late and that it was time to get some sleep. I drove all the way here, and Char slept the whole way down, but we were both mentally and physically exhausted. Mum went downstairs to clean up the tea we had earlier and she went to her room. Robin wasn't home yet. He must be working late. Gemma told Charlotte and I goodnight but won't be up with us. She is doing some modeling and she is leaving early to London. She said she will be back before Christmas Eve. 

I  took Char's hand and walked her to my room. It looks like my room back at uni, posters of my favorite bands, a desk with a lamp and a chair. The only difference is that I had a bigger, more comfortable bed here than at uni. I had brought up our bags when I came to talk to Gemma and before all of that happened, which means I didn't get to unpack or even make a drawer available for Char. 

I quickly let Charlotte in my room and start to move clothes from one drawer to another on, not caring if the clothes were the same. While making space, I hear her laughing. Is she laughing at me?

"What is so funny?" I ask stopping what I'm doing and look at her.

"You," she says with a smile, "it's cute to see you scramble and rush. It's different and I like it."

"Oh yeah? Do you like this then?" I say getting closer to her attacking her sides, tickling her. Her beautiful laughter fills the room and all I can do is smile. Char squirms from under me, laughing and squealing. She yells for me to stop and keeps saying my name. I continue to tickle her till she gives in. 

Charlotte doesn't give in a quickly as I would think and we drift toward the bed. She has out bursts of laughs to giggles and yelling at me to stop in between laughs. 

"I GIVE IN! HARRY!" Char finally says in between her amazing laughs and cute giggles. I stop tickling  her and she pants trying to catch her breath. She lays next to me still smiling looking back at me. Eyes. Her brown eyes are so beautiful, I could look into her eyes all day a find something new about her every time. I gently give her a kiss on the cheek and get up to resume what I was doing. 

"I love your mo- sorry, mum, Harry. She is sweet and kind. Just like you," Charlotte says as I finish making a space for her clothes in my drawer and I start to unpack her things, "Your mums eyes are green, like yours. Both of you have this amazing smile and charming personality." I listen to what she says when I'm about done. I close the drawer and sit with her on my bed. 

"I get alot from my mum. You stated some of those things," I tell her with a smile. "I would like to think I have her heart of gold." Charlotte nods in agreement with me. 

We were silent for a moment. I don't know where she is going with this, me having my mums traits and all. Maybe she is just that good at observing peoples personalities. I'm sure she got amazing traits from her mum too. But I don't know that and Char may not know that herself. She lost her parents at 8 years old. My parents divorced when I was 7 and I wanted to stay with my mum and sister. 

Then I asked a question without even thinking about it. It just slipped out. 

"Do you remember your parents Char?" 

Charlotte's POV

"Do you remember your parents Char?" Harry asked. He broke the silence with a question that I can answer. Harry took my hand in his and held his head down.