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

The Beginning - 7

10th of May (Tuesday)

Harry's P.O.V.

"Tell me about your parents. Mum's Portuguese, dad's English, how did that come about?" She smirks at me keeping her mouth close. "Names included!" I add and after a while she answers my request.

"Mum's Cristina, without the H." She remarks with a smile.

"I'll try to remember that." I joke.

"She's from the Algarve, in the south of Portugal. She was born there and grew up there, and when she was 23 she got a job in Brighton and moved here. My dad, Robert, is from Brighton as well, he worked in the same company my mum went to. She's an engineer and he's a lawyer and they met at the company and started dating I guess. And then my brother came along and then me and that's it."

"Very well." I say as I take a scoop of sweet and take it to her mouth.

"Hmm, it's good!" She says with wide eyes and nodding her head after tasting the house special dessert.

"Yeah, I like it very much. Here." I give her the spoon.

"Tell me about your immediate family. Parents, siblings, names and where they live."

"That was my question to you!" I mockingly complain.

"No it wasn't. You asked how did my Portuguese mum and my British dad came to be together. I'm asking you about your closest family."

"Okay." I give in. "My mum is Anne and my dad is Des, Desmond actually, but no one calls him that."

"I'll try to remember that." She mockingly comments, repeating what I said before. "And where do Mr. and Mrs. Styles live?"

"Mrs. Twist actually. My parents divorced when I was young and in 2013 she remarried to Robin. Twist. They both live in Holmes Chapel and my dad lives in Manchester." She hums in response.

"Very well, thank-"

"I also have a sister." I add with a smile.

"Oh, sorry. Go on then." She apologizes smiling.

"Gemma. She's 25 and lives and works in London." Mariana looks at me, probably waiting to see if I don't have any more lost siblings to add to the list. "And that's pretty much my immediate family." I finish with a smile.

"Very well then. You've deserved the scoop." She says as she takes a bit of sweet into the spoon and brings the spoon to my mouth. As I open my mouth for her to put the spoon inside, Mariana's hand falls down a bit as she bursts out laughing.

She rests the spoon with the dessert on the napkin by the table and covers her face with her hands, hiding her laughing grin. I too start laughing, still not understanding what made her laugh in the first place.

We just sit here for a good amount of time, cracking up. Her eyes form wrinkles on each side of her face and she grabs her stomach with her hand. She tries to speak but doesn't succeed since she can't stop laughing. My cheeks begin to ache from the smile my mouth forms as I laugh uncontrollably without even knowing the cause.

"Your face..." She tries to say while still laughing. "You keep putting your tongue out before taking the spoon or the fork to your mouth. It's so funny!" She manages to say in-between laughs.

"I do?" I ask with furrowed brows but still chuckling at the idea and at Mariana's contagious laugh. "I never noticed I did that!"

"Yeah, you do." She says now a bit calmer as we both stop laughing and regain our breaths.