37. Changing Facts
“Mr. Styles, Miss Lane. Please do sit down in the garden; Mrs. Anne is having her breakfast there.” Rosa greeted us politely, and told us where we must go. “Rosa, make two more servings of the breakfast platter and send them outside please.” Harry informed Rosa kindly, and she nodded as she started walking away, but I stopped her: “Rosa! (She turned to face me.) Make it one serving of the breakfast dish for me, and fix Harry what’s on the diet schedule that I gave you.” She nodded with a smile, and I heard Harry groan.
“(I turned to face him.) I want you to gain your strength babe, that’s why we need to proceed until you fully recover, alright? (He sighed and nodded, while his eyes glared at me passionately.) I love you.” I breathed out with a smile, and he gave me a soft peck.“I love you more.” He warmly spoke back with meaning.We walked outside to the garden as my heart beats started increasing, once I saw Anne sitting in the chair and sipping her drink from the tea cup. Here it goes…
“Rebeca! (She stood up and opened her arms.) How are you darling?” I hugged Anne, and I was quite amazed by how accepting she is; it’s like nothing happened yesterday at all! “I’m good thank you, Harry insisted we join you. (Harry and I sat down on two chairs beside each other.) I hope it’s no problem at all Mrs. Anne?” She shook her head and smiled: “Darling, do I call you Miss Rebeca? (I shook my head and she proceeded.) Then call me Anne, that’s all, deal?” I smiled on how her warm acceptance is increasing by seconds; this truly is way better than yesterday’s situation in a billion times.
Rosa, arrived with a tray containing two different dishes, she placed them in front of us, and left. “So, (she sips her tea and proceeds) I assume you two spent your night together?” I looked down and blushed, but Harry answered: “Indeed.” I saw her eyes widen when she looked at something in particular; oh no not Harry’s fists!
“What happened to your hands!? Sweetie, are you ok?!” He sighed and looked at me after his mom stopped talking; I understood that he was looking at me to ask if it was ok to tell his mom. I don’t know if it’s a good idea to let out all of this now, because mainly I am scared that Anne will get the wrong image of me this time. I placed my hand on his lap under the table, and spoke: “Well, back at my place we have a broken stair on our porch, and Harry didn’t realize that so when he unintentionally fell, he scraped his fists just a little when he landed on them. I took care of it don’t worry he’ll be fine maximum by tomorrow.”
I saw Harry smirking, and I knew that this meant he understood why I changed the facts a little. For Harry and I, it’s not an issue to know about such stuff, but I don’t think that we should make anyone know further; right? “(She stood up and kissed his cheek.) Watch out next time.” She smiled and sat back in her seat. I know that Harry didn’t even want me to tell his mom what happened, and I noticed that when he placed his hand on top of mine, which was already resting in his lap; under the table frame.