Hey there this idea just came to me out of nowhere and I really liked it. There are a few things I wanted to clear in the beginning and as more chapters come on I'll remind you. Because I have made Harry and James cousins, Things would not be totally accurate, but I plan to make them as accurate as I can. The dates are not going to be fully right, but I'll try and make them make sense.

I hope you like this story and no I have not forgotten about my other story To A New Life, updates would be coming soon

I do not own Titanic

Prologue

June 15 1897

Harry had been planning his escape for days. He knew Saturday was nights, his dad spent with his uncle Paul, so they could go fishing at the lake in the morning. Harold was only fourteen, but he knew what he wanted. He wasn't going to let his father make him work for nothing, he refused to accept it and if his father could not respect his wishes, he would just leave; like his uncle always said 'a real man always took control of his own life.' And that was exactly what Harold was doing, taking control.

As the last of his bag was packed, Harold looked at his sleeping brothers and cousin, he'll miss them greatly, but he had to go. Once he closed his bag, he made his way out to the hall and quietly walked past his mother's bedroom, making sure he didn't step on the squeaky parts of the floor, but it didn't matter anyhow. His mother unlike his father was a deep sleeper, Harry had gotten his sleeping habits from her, when he slept, nothing could wake him up, but his father on the other hand would wake up to the sound of a feather touching the ground.

When he finally made it downstairs, Harry placed the letter he had written to his parents on the table and he made his way to the front door. Just as he was about to open it he heard a small voice behind him

"Where are you going Harry?"

Harry turned to see his eight year old cousin James looking at him anxiously. James was another light sleeper.

"Go back to bed Jaime" He said rather harshly and he felt bad immediately. James had lost both his parents two years ago, so he moved here to Barmouth to live with Harry's family. James's parents were Harry's favorite aunty and uncle, automatically making James his favorite cousin.

"No I want to go with you Harry" He protested

"You can't. I've got to live my own life now" Harry saw the pain in his cousin's eyes

"Please Harry; I don't want to stay here without you. Uncle Hank always yells and Tom and Ioan would only make fun of me" Harry smiled a little his brother did always pick on little James

"James, I'm not coming back, it wouldn't be easy living out there all alone" Harry said

"We'll make it work" James said "Please Harry" He begged

Harry wasn't sure, he didn't know what he was going to do when he was alone, now talk of bringing his eight year old cousin along. But if there was ever anyone he'd want to run away with, it was James.

"Please Harry let me come"

Harry looked at the sky and saw that if he was going to get a clean getaway he had to leave now. He looked at his cousin again and saw the tears in his eyes.

"Alright fine, you can come, but you must promise not to complain, things won't be easy. You've been warned" Harry said

"I know, I promise Harry. Thank you" James said giving him a quick hug before running back up to get his things. First thing he picked up was a picture of his parents that was sitting on the bedside table. He took his shirts and shorts and shoved them into a little bag he kept under his bed, before coming back down the stairs to meet his cousin

"All packed?" Harry asked

James nodded "And ready to go"

Harold Lowe and James Moody were in for years of adventure….