━━ There Will Be Time
❛ officer harold lowe
may be the first person
to ever tame the wild heart
that belongs to
miss katherine davenport. ❜
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❛CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR, tryst ❜
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May 1, 1912
A STEADY DOWNPOUR OF rain fell onto Davenport manor, casting the home and its residents into a rather gloomy atmosphere. The foul weather created a sense of laziness across the household; by the time the clock struck eight o'clock, neither Boxhall nor Pitman had yet to emerge from their bedroom.
When Katherine trudged into the kitchen that morning, she found only her mother, Cecily Brown, and Lightoller in the room. All three of them were crowded around a steaming kettle, and the sweet, natural aroma of freshly-brewed tea filled the air.
"Smells lovely," Katherine commented as she joined them around the kettle.
Lightoller was busy pouring a cup of tea, his back to her. When she spoke, however, he twisted around with a wide grin on his face that certainly didn't match the gloominess outside. "You haven't lived until you've tasted tea made by a Brit, Kathy!" He handed her the cup.
"In case you've forgotten, I spent a month in Liverpool before sailing on Titanic– a British liner," she told him, but she took the cup with a grateful smile nonetheless.
Harold was the next to join them in the kitchen. His dark hair was slightly messy though showed signs of him running his fingers through it in an attempt to tame it. He was dressed in a pair of slacks and an untucked button-up shirt, an outfit clearly put together haphazardly to appear presentable. He greeted Katherine with a warm grin, but he didn't get the chance to speak before her mother was handing him his own cup of tea.
Seeing Harold was a painful reminder of the date: May 1st. The following day, he and the other surviving officers would leave for Liverpool, and she had no idea when she would see him again after that. He'd expressed many times that they would exchange letters as much as possible, but it simply wasn't the same. How was she supposed to kiss him through a piece of parchment?
Harold seemed to sense her melancholy mood, and his dark eyes, glazed with sadness, told her that he felt the same. He led her over to the small table near the kitchen window, away from Amelia, Cecily, and Lightoller, and sat down. She sat across from him whilst taking a sip of her tea.
Immediately, her face twisted into a look of pure disgust. It was as if she'd sucked the juice right out of a lemon! She forced the sour liquid down her throat and shuddered at the taste. She could hear a snorting laugh coming from nearby, and she turned her glare onto the obvious culprit: Lightoller.
"You ass!"
"Language, Katherine," her mother scolded gently, but she, too, was struggling to contain her own laughter!
