1842 || hs

Eight

Nothing related to Harry or the story but hot damn Niall Horan. GOOD JOB FOR BEATING ALL THE OTHER LIL SWIMMERS TO THAT EGG.

I'm rattled.

Word Count: 1693

"There you two are! We're just sitting down to eat. Did you have fun? Harry are you staying for dinner?" My mother immediately began asking us an abundance of questions as soon as I opened the front door.

"Yes to both questions." I answered, taking Harry's hat from him and placing it on the hat rack that stood by the door.

"Perfect!" She turned to Harry and I. "We purchased a few calves today. They're beauties."

"I'm sure they are." Harry replied with a smile.

"You two, sit. I already have everything finished and on the table. In case you were coming Harry, I made some extra apple preserves for you to take home." She explained. She looked ecstatic at the fact that Harry was here.

"That was very kind of you Mrs. Edwards." Harry smiled.

"Harry! Nice to see you here! I was hoping you'd join us tonight." My fathers loud voice came from behind us.

He walked by, slapping Harry roughly in the shoulder. "Come by to swoop up my daughter?" He laughed loudly.

"Well, I don't think I'd word it that way Mr. Edwards." Harry smiled lightly.

I sat in silence as I watched them talk lightheartedly. I loved how well they got along. Every time I was with Harry I discovered new things I loved about him.

"Why so quiet?" I heard Harry whisper next to me.

I looked up, realizing I had been staring at a wall for some time now. Everyone was now seated and beginning to eat.

"Sorry. I was just thinking." I smiled.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He grinned, his dimples showing prominently.

"If it was something interesting, then I'd take that into consideration." I shrugged my shoulders as I placed a piece of bread onto my plate.

I could hear a huff Harry let out next to me. I glanced at him from my peripheral vision, I don't think I'd ever get tired of looking at him.

I looked around, only then noticing that Felicité wasn't seated at the table. "Where's Felicité?" I asked my parents.

"You only now just realized she was gone?" My mother raised a brow.

"Yes. Sorry, I've been distracted." I mumbled.

"Yes, and we've all noticed." My father said through bites of his food.

"Benjamin have some manners!" My mother scolded him for speaking with food in his mouth.

"Sorry sweetheart." He wiped his mouth, smiling at her.

"Felicité is with Louis. He came by earlier to see her and they went on a walk with the children." My mother explained.

"Really? Interesting." I smiled as I sat back in my chair.

"He seems infatuated if I had to guess." Mother raised her brows, a knowing look on her face.

"Louis' a good man." Harry nodded his head, running his hands through his mess of hair.