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Before I could even wrap my mind around what was happening, Harry's hand firmly wrapped around my wrist and started tugging me through the banquet hall. 

"Wait!" I shouted and then suddenly stopped in my tracks, pulling him back with me. 

He craned his neck to face me, "What?"

I shook my head, "My parents will kill me if they think I skipped out. And I'm not in the mood for a lecture when I go home." 

He smirked, "Sweetheart, you think they're going to notice? Take a look for yourself." 

We both turned our heads towards the corner of the room where all 3 parents stood at the bar deep in conversation. Both our dads were laughing and my mom casually sipped on her glass of wine with the other wives.

Before I could say anything about our mingling parents and their lack of attention for us, Harry's hand moved to the small of my back and began to lead us out of the banquet hall once again. The feeling of his hand against my back made the inside of my stomach drop. Drop in a good way. It was something I hadn't felt in months since my ex-boyfriend. And even with David, I stopped feeling that months before our relationship ended. I didn't like how this was making me feel. It brought back too many memories I spent months blocking out.

As we stepped out of the building and waited for the valet service to bring his car, my skin turned ice cold; the frigid breeze was blowing roughly against my body and I couldn't stop shivering. I was taken aback by Harry when he slumped his jacket onto my shoulders, another gentlemen like gesture I didn't think this ass could be courteous enough to do.

Fuck, my mind was a mess.

"Thanks," I whispered as I continued to stare at the ground, patiently waiting for the valet to pull up with his car. And when they did, my mouth dropped open.

A Red 2021 Ferrari Portofino.

How did I know the exact type of car he was driving? Because my brother was always fawning over cars. He was always talking about cars. This car was my brother's dream car. Always talking about how one day he was going to drive one. The memory made me smile. 

As Harry made his way to driver's side of the car, I stood there astonished at the sight in front of me.

He narrowed his eyes as he got into the convertible, "Are you gonna stand there and gawk at my car all night or are you actually going to get in?"

I rolled my eyes, "An arrogant man drives an arrogant car. How fitting."

Harry chuckled, "You better buckle up then sweetheart because this arrogant man is also an arrogant driver." 

I immediately put my seatbelt on after hearing his comment. This was going to be one hell of a night, "So where are we going?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "You're the New Yorker. You tell me."