I know you had a hard time, babe, relax your mind
Soon as Christ turned water into wine everything was fine- Moscato by Ab soul
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"Harry" I whispered shaking his arm, he wouldn't bulge
"Harry" I spoke louder and shook him harder, he groaned
"It's a gated neighborhood what do I do?" I mumbled as I drove slowly to the guard upfront
"6359" he mumbled
"What?" I figured he was probably just half asleep
"6359, that's the code" he mumbled before sitting up, his voice lower than usual, rubbing his eyes he reached into one of the bags and took out two ID's
"And show him this" he handed me them
"Harry these are our real ID's" I frowned
"Yeah I know, that guard is a friend of your dad, the note said to do this" he looked at me, eyes slightly red, hair messy as he yawned
I nodded and drove to the guard, I rolled down the window as he crouched down to my level
"6359" and I handed him the ID's, he looked down at them and inspected them before nodding and telling his partner to open up the gate.
"Take the left side of the street ma'am it's gonna be house 313" he directed me, I nodded and did as told.
"Well that was easy" Harry mumbled as he looked around out the window, big beautiful houses with nice cars parked outside of them, trees empty with just branches as the leaves laid on the floor so beautifully.
"Looks nice" I mumbled, he hummed.
We both looked for the house 313 and there it was, at the end of the street, huge.
"Wow" we both stared in awe.
A big brick wall surrounded the house, but black gates atleast fifteen feet tall stood before us.
Harry got out the car and opened it with some keys.
I drove in as he locked the gate and jumped back in the car, the front of the house surrounded by beautiful green grass and a fountain in the middle I drove around to the garage. The house was beautiful.
I parked the car right outside the garage, we grabbed our stuff and headed to the two main doors, black and big. He went ahead and opened it.
"Wow" I was taken back by the beauty of the house, Harry turned the lights on
"How rich is your dad? Jesus" he set our bags net to some big stairs.
The house wasn't modern or new or anything like that, it was an old house well kept almost seemed new, the brick walls matching the one outside ones surrounding the house, all black doors, the garage door was black but it was all balanced out with white it was beautiful and seemed very cozy.
"It says here we're supposed to stay for four months if not six so we better get comfortable" he spoke reading a note he found. I hummed in response and walked around.
