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"So why did you move from England to America?" I asked Harry as we walked through the park with a slight space between us.

"Curious aren't you." Was all he said while he dug his hands into his pockets.

"If it were me I would never have left." I told him looking for something to work off of.

"And why is that?" He asked me with those green eyes that never lost their beauty.

"I've always wanted to live in England. Ever since I was little I've found the culture to be beautiful." I told him tucking a stand of hair behind my ear to better see Harry.

"It's a long drawn out story that doesn't matter." I don't know why Harry wouldn't tell me about his past in England. I wasn't keen on telling him mine but he had never asked me about mine.

"Surely it matters. If it didn't I wouldn't be here talking to you." He looked with his eyes wondering around the landscapes of the big open park.

"Why is it so important you know why I left?" He asked me simply.

"Why was it so important you knew my last name?" I asked him back watching him smirk slightly at the same question I had asked him.

"Maybe another time." He complied yet I wasn't satisfied.

"It's a great time now." I pressured him knowing that he would have done the same if the roles were reversed. He always knew how to change the subject right from under you without you even knowing.

"Why don't you like others to know your last name?" Harry asked me already in the works of trying to get me to change the subject.

"Answer for an answer." I told him though I didn't want to tell him why. I knew that if I did he would only convert to everyone else in my life. I didn't want him to be like everyone else.

"Why don't I trust you?" We stalled looking over the bridge where a small river ran under it. The water moving slowly and continuously while we kept our eyes on it.

"Because we are alike. You know that if you tell me your answer I won't be so forthcoming and vice versa." I explained to him.

"Why don't we play twenty questions but!" He looked over at me, "You cannot ask about England or last names."

"Okay." I stood up from being leaned on my elbows against the bridge. "You first."

"Do you have any siblings?" He asked me and my mind immediately went to Kait.

Hesitation in my answer he looked at me waiting for my reply. "Yes."

"What are their names?" He asked another but I stopped him.

"Ah! It's my turn. Do you have siblings?" I asked him the same question he asked me.

"Yes I do." He responded and went back to his original question. "What are your siblings names?"

Swallowing I began, "Her name is Kait." I shook off the creeping feeling of sadness and came up with another question.

"Does your family live in Portland?"

He stalled on answering but parted his lips to respond, "Nope you can't ask that."

Rethinking of another question I began once again, "Okay, how about do you believe in love?" I knew it was an odd question but for some reason I wanted to know Harry's view on the topic since I found his explanations and points of view fascinating.

He gave me a look to show that it was an out of the blue question and not at all correlated with my previous question.

"No." He stated and my mind began reeling with more questions.