The ride from the hospital to my parents house must not have taken more than fifteen minutes, specially at such early hours, but I fell to a deep sleep nonetheless, using Harry's shoulder as a pillow.
When the car stopped across the huge light yellow mansion I grew up in, Harry woke me with a gentle shake in my arms.
"We're here, miss rich pants" He chuckles, giving me the side eye while opening the car's door.
We climb down from the Uber and I hate the astonished look on Harry's face as he takes in the environment in front of us. The big, colored garden with hundreds of differents kinds of flowers, the decorated wood benches and, of course, the cheesy Bentley my father always makes sure to have parked on the spot right in front of the garage... It all screams money, and I hate that.
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