1842 || hs

Seven

If anyone has any good old fashioned/war Harry fanfics pleasseee comment them. I'm having a hard time finding good ones.

Also tell me how tf you found my book. I'm nosy and I wanna know.

Word Count: 1600

"You're joking." I sat in awe as Harry told me about the time he tried to ride on a wild cow he found when he was fifteen.

"I'm not! Niall didn't think that I'd actually do it. The thing had these massive horns as well." He explained as he pulled the ores back, moving us at a steady pace through the large lake.

"No wonder teenage boys are getting themselves killed." I shook my head, a smile on my lips.

"I'm still here though so it wasn't too bad. I did get a nasty cut on my leg though." He mused.

"I'm sure you did." I nodded, looking past him at the sun that was beginning to set.

"Beautiful isn't it?" I breathed.

"It is. All we need is some romantic music playing and a few swans. Maybe if you had a lacy parasol." He smirked at me.

"A parasol?" I laughed.

"A parasol." He nodded. "Though I've never understood the point in having one. If it's raining it's not going to do much for you."

"You're right but it's not used for that. My mother uses hers when it's sunny out. It's to keep the sun from her eyes I believe." I smiled.

"I still think it's pointless." He furrowed his brows.

"Okay Harry." I giggled. "Tell me more about you. Other than the fact you almost killed yourself on a cow."

"There's not much to me honestly." He sighed. "My parents passed away by a illness that swept the town years ago. It wasn't long after we had made it to America. I have an older sister I don't really keep contact with anymore. Her names Gemma."

"Gemma." I wondered aloud. "Why don't you speak with her anymore?"

"She moved away after our parents death. It really broke her. She moved in with our aunt and uncle in Wyoming. She used to write letters but I haven't gotten one in a few years. Last I heard from her, she got married and moved somewhere back in Oregon. But I'm not sure where." Harry explained.

"Oregon? Do you think she's close?" I asked.

"Possibly. I wrote to my aunt, asking if she had an address I could find Gemma at but she didn't know." He stopped rowing the boat, and hopped out, dragging it onto a small sandy beach.

"I probably shouldn't have asked." I bit at my lip.

"No it's fine. It's probably good for me to talk about it. I haven't spoken about it in years."

"I can understand why." I reached my hands out as Harry helped me step out of the boat.

"She was a good sister. Just lost touch with reality." He shrugged. "But tell me about you. Why did your family move here?"

I wandered through the sand, finding a soft spot to sit and sat down. "My family wanted a change. Something different, better for us I suppose."

"I can understand that one." He smiled as he sat next to me. "Do you all like it here?"

"I do. My parents love it. I'm not sure about Felicité. She was very unsure about moving here. But I think she's warming up to it. Especially now that she's met Louis." I laughed.