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Four

If you guys have never seen 'Seven Brides For Seven Brothers' ya'll are missing out. It's a cute little musical show from the 50s but it's placed around the 1800s. That's where I got my inspiration for this story. Not completely, but the outfits and the era, I'm kinda in love with. So I wanted to to a story around that same time.

So the clothes Harry and Adaline wear looks like that picture.

Word Count: 1384

Adaline

A week or so had passed and we were finally settled into our house, Felicité was still determined to get a husband within the month. So not much had changed. I hadn't seen Harry since I stopped by his house. Though, everyday I thought about him. And wondered if he was ever going to stop by.

I lay on my stomach in the tall grass, by a stream, writing in my leather bound journal. I had kicked off my shoes and was enjoying the warm weather when I heard someone coming up behind me in the brush.

"Go away Felicité. You're supposed to be feeding Jacob." I plopped my chin into my hand, sighing.

"I'm definitely not Felicité." A voice rasped from behind me.

"Harry?" I sat up quickly, closing my journal, where I had written about him countless times. "I'm sorry I'm not decent."

"Not having shoes off is indecent? I really have been up here too long." He laughed as he sat beside me. "I came to drop off some tools for your Father to borrow. Thought I'd say hello to you."

"Would you like me to come return them to you tomorrow? It'll be another excuse to come see you." I teased as I placed my feet into the narrow stream.

"I would love you to, but your father already offered. Though it'd never hurt to tag along." He shrugged. I couldn't tell if he was joking or really wanted me to.

We sat in silence before he spoke up again. "What're you doing out here?" He questioned.

"Nothing really. It's good to get away from the indoors sometimes." I sighed.

"Absolutely. I prefer to spend my time outdoors." Harry agreed.

"What do you do in your spare time? I'm sure you have a lot of it." I looked at him. I wanted to know more about him, what he enjoyed most.

"Whatever there is to do. I'm actually quite glad you all moved up here. It gives me someone to talk to so I don't drive myself mad." He chuckled.

"I think you're already there Mr. Styles."

"I think so too. But don't tell anyone else. It's our secret." He held a finger to his lips.

"I'm good at keeping secrets." I grinned.

"Good. Cause I have another secret." He leaned towards me, his face very serious. My heart pounded as he neared my face.

"You're absolutely stunning."

"That's not a very good secret." I breathed.

"I think it is."

"I suppose." My sentence trailed off as I looked down at his lips. I hadn't ever kissed anyone before. Well unless you count that school boy I had a crush on when I was seven years old. He kissed me during school. My mind raced with irrelevant thoughts as Harry's face inched closer to mine.