I burst through my father's shop doors, to find my father in a heated argument with another, slightly taller, man. My father's eyes brightened as soon as he saw me, and he turned towards me. I ran to him and he embraced me in his large arms.

"Katherine!" He cried, now looking quite confused.
"Why are you here? Did you walk through the blizzard?!?"

"Yes father! We have missed you at home! Will you please come home soon?" I rambled on and on about the blizzard and the rest of our family for a few minutes, before the tall man who had been arguing with my father cleared his throat from behind me. I turned to look at him, raising my eyebrow before asking.

"And who are you, Sir?" I questioned.

"My name is James Styles." He announced, leaning foreword to kiss my hand. He seemed to be a wealthy man, one with authority and power. "And this is my son, Harold." He added quickly, gesturing towards another figure in the corner of he shop, looking at the merchandise. I hadn't noticed him until now, and I was shocked when I saw him.

"Harold! Come here!" Mr. Styles called, and Harold immediately walked over at a leisurely, proper pace. I could tell that he had been well educated, yet his appearance was odd. His hair was extremely curly, not strait, unlike the other boys his age. And his eyes, oh! His eyes were like pools of emerald, green as the leaves of trees in the spring. He was a breathtaking sight, perfection at its finest, and I hadn't realized I was holding my breath and staring until he stopped right in front of me, saying something I didn't comprehend. I forced myself to blink, wondering what he had said. He looked to me as if expecting me to say something, so I did.

"Um, I'm Katherine." I said, my eyes meeting his emerald ones once again. 'Snap out of it!' I yelled to myself in my mind. I tore my gaze away. Out of the corner if my eye, I saw him smirk.

"I asked you how you were doing today, but I guess that works too." He chucked before adding "You can call me Harry."

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I blushed. I can't believe I just said the completely wrong thing! I suddenly became very interested in the pattern if the floorboards. I could tell he didn't know what to say, but I felt his gaze on me, nonetheless.

"Harold, may I speak with you for a moment please?" Mr. Styles commanded rather than asked. Harry nodded before following his father to another section of the general store. My own father leaned down close to my left ear and whispered only one word to me:

"Patriots."

Notes

Hey guys! So, I haven't updated in a while, and I'm so sorry! I have been really sick these past few weeks, and I haven't had any time to write. I should be writing more often now!

Please spread the word about this story, along with my other story, Teenage Kicks. I am also starting a third story called Inception, so keep an eye out for it!

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