Chapter 7: Home Sweet Home

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"Home is where Love resides. Memories are created. Friends are always welcome and laughter never ends."

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*Harry's P.O.V*

I'm finally out. Standing in the middle of the cobbled road, just a few feet away from the wrecked place. I'm anxious about the certainty that my only best companion is all alone inside that distressing place while I'm out here – all by myself as well – waiting for a cab to take me home.

What should I expect when I reach home? Why did they even dare to demand a vacation if they even conveyed me here in the first place?

All these queries constitute the reasons why I am not even capable of being myself or think of who I really am. My entire personality is being controlled after I revealed my obscurest and grimmest side. I can't be who I want only because of these absurd verdicts that aren't even mine.

After loitering tensely for almost forever, a raven vehicle stops right in front of me. I hesitatingly took a step closer once the window rolls down. It abruptly reveals a decent guy that seems to be a personal butler.

"Mr. Styles?" he cheerfully exits the car. He's unfamiliar, however, I got a sentiment that he's one of Dad's personal employees.

"Your parents are waiting for you. Allow me to help you with your bag." He stated thoughtfully in a rush before snatching the luggage out of my palm. He briskly squeezed the bag in the trunk before returning back to me.

"Well? Hop in Mr. Styles." He beamed as he gently opens the door intended for me. 

"The driver is quite hotheaded today." He also said in muted tones. I present him with a brief nod before getting in the car.

"Long time no see, Styles." The chauffeur greeted me once I'm contented in my seat. I'm glad he's not a freshman or else I need to amicably adapt my sociability again.

"Yeah, long time no see, Reese. I didn't know we had a butler." I glanced keenly at the Butler sitting right beside me.

"Oh yeah, meet Ollie. He's a freshman. Your Dad purposely hired him because he undoubtedly saw some limitless potential and fierce determination in this guy." Reese mentioned tenderly as he starts the car. 

"How old are you?" I rhetorically asked Ollie.

"Thirty-eight, sir." He courteously gave me a keen nod with his rims curved into a radiant smile.

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