61. Different Reasons For Tears
We all sat outside as Rosa served us the dinner, I felt guilty for some reason; since she works nonstop to provide us with amazing quality of housekeeping. “I’ll be right back.” I stood up from my seat, and Harry looked at me wondering if I’m ok; I smiled at him assuring him that and I left the table. I walked into the kitchen and I heard a little whispering and a shaky female voice. I tiptoed in my heels so that I won’t surprise Rosa; she was in tears and looking at a portrait on her phone.
“(I stood behind her and rubbed her back slowly.) Is that your daughter?” She was a little startled, but when she saw me, she relaxed a little; I felt torn because of the middle aged lady. “(She sobbed and spoke.) She’s turning 7 years old after tomorrow… (She cried as her thumb wiped the picture in the screen.) She’s in Brazil with her father… (I sat beside her and listened closely to her broken words.) What hurts me the most… is that I haven’t seen her in 3 years… Oh Miss Lane, I would do anything in this world to see her… hold her in my arms and show her that her mother is right beside her…” I couldn’t control myself any longer, I cried from the emotional words of the broken mother/housekeeper in front of me.
“(I cleared my face and spoke.) Rosa, listen to me. (She looked up as her tears lessened.) Will it make you feel better if I personally help you to reunite with your daughter? (She looked at me as if I was crazy, poor thing she must want that more than anything.)” A British thick accent stroke our attention once the person spoke: “You won’t need to do anything. (He approached me and Rosa, and then stood beside my chair.) Because, Rosa will be on a plane tomorrow in the morning to cut the cake with her daughter the day after.” Harry made the day for Rosa with his announcement. The poor lady rushed in my arms and hugged me tight as her tears of happiness fell on my bare shoulder. “I’ll book your flight right now on my phone; stay as much as you want there, and don’t worry about your salary. You’re still my number one help Rosa, you’ve always been providing to this household to the extreme. (He took his wallet from his pocket and handed Rosa a large amount of money.) This is from me to your daughter as a happy birthday.” How could he be this wonderful? This giving, and this sincere? Harry Styles, a definition of a pure hearted soul in this entire globe. “Thank you so much Mr. Styles! May I please go pack my stuff for tomorrow?” He nodded with a warm smile, while Rosa jumped from her seat and went to her room in joy.
“I never want you to cry Becky, I know the topic is touching baby; but please all I ever want is to see you smiling nonstop. Promise me?” He cupped my face and I collided my lips with his passionately. “(I broke the kiss as I breathed heavily from the heat.) I promise.” He smiled and took out a box from his pocket. It was a light blue velvet box, and he kept looking at me while he opened it; that was when my eyes blew off the house roof from bedazzlement (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=102049523).
He took my finger in his hand and dressed it with that sensational ring, and spoke warmly:“Happy anniversary baby, do you like it?” I couldn’t control my actions; I immediately jumped from my chair and into Harry’s arms while I smothered his face with endless kisses all over. “(He cooed.) I love you so much Rebeca Lane, you see that jewel on your finger? That’s nothing compared to how valuable you are to me in my world.” A tear of romance fell from my face as I replied: “And you Mr. are the reason I live for. (He blushed and his eyes glittered a little.) I love you more Harry, way more.”