Our time in France, though amazing, sadly came to an end. The flight back to London wasn't terrible, though Delilah had been shocked and horrified to see how limited business class seating was. We all had fun teasing her about it all the way up until we landed at Heathrow.
"I have a car coming to pick me up," Delilah informed us as we grabbed our luggage upon returning to Heathrow. "Would you like a ride back to your homes?"
"Yes, please!" Sam requested, and I nodded as well.
"Harry's staying with me until school starts back up, so we can drop Sam off first," I informed Delilah, and she nodded slowly.
"Good. Good. I'm glad you got him out of that house," she replied. We left the baggage claim area afterwards, and the rich girl perked up when she spotted somebody nearby.
"Ah, there's my driver!" Delilah said happily, seeing an older looking man dressed as a chauffeur in a black suit and tie combo, complete with the flat cap, standing with a sign that had her name on it near the exit.
"Simon, my friends need a ride home," she informed him, and the older man nodded.
"Yes, miss," he replied. "This way."
He led them outside, before stopping them at the curb in front of a vehicle. "Here we are."
"Uh, Delilah, you said that a car was coming to pick you up," Sam said slowly, eyes wide as he stared at the 'car' in front of us. Harry and I weren't much different.
"Yes? That's correct," she replied.
"Delly, that is a limousine," I informed her, leaning in towards her while Sam and Harry stared at it in disbelief as it pulled up.
She didn't seem to understand what the issue was, so I just sighed, muttered, "Rich girl problems" under my breath, and decided to explain to her that a limo was not considered a 'car' by anyone who made less than a million pounds a year.
"It does my heart good to see the young miss with friends," the chauffeur said as he loaded up the luggage into the trunk.
"Simon!" Delilah whined in embarrassment, acting childishly for the first time since I'd met her.
"So, that driver seemed to know you," I said with a teasing grin.
"He's technically my mother's driver," Delilah admitted, face red. "He's been working for her since she was a teenager."
"Seems like a nice guy," I said. My eyes met his as I slipped into the limo, and he gave me a short of respect. I glanced down at the small bump on his hip. From previous experiences, I knew that meant he had a gun on him.
'Seems he's more than just a driver,' I mused to myself. For the moment, though, I wasn't worried. I would never hurt Delilah, and having somebody else around to protect her helped set my mind at ease.
"I've never ridden in a limo before," Harry muttered in awe as he got inside.
"Yeah, it's very nice," Sam agreed, bouncing a bit on the seat. "Soft!"
As planned beforehand, Sam was dropped off at his house first.
"Man, sis is gonna freak when she finds out I got to ride in a limousine!" Sam said he got out, shouldering his bag. Simon got his suitcase out, and he waved at us. We all waved back.
"Well, here you are," Delilah said a few minutes later as she pulled up to my apartment complex.
"My neighbors are gonna freak out," I thought with a chuckle, noticing that a few windows in the apartment complex facing towards the street had faces pressed against them. "Actually, I wonder how the Dursleys would react if we showed up at Privet Drive in one of these babies?"
"From the sounds of things, they'd likely spontaneously combust out of pure spite and jealousy," Delilah drawled.
"Yeah, they would," Harry chuckled in agreement.
As we got out and grabbed our luggage, Harry hesitated, before looking back at my girlfriend with a pensive expression.
"Everything alright, Harry?" she asked, noticing his stare.
"Yes, everything is… actually… do you think we could talk? Inside?" Harry asked Delilah.
"Sure," she said. Then, turning back to Simon, "I'm doing to grab some tea with Harry and Ed."
"I shall wait, miss. But I must remind you that you have dinner with your parents at six, so I'm afraid you can only spare thirty minutes," he said, glancing at a watch.
"Thank you, Simon," she said, a faint grimace crossing her features before they were smoothed away by a careful mask.
...
....
Join my P*atreon for 100 premium chapters ahead of the public release.
Link: pa*treon.com/MysticVerse (Remove the *)
Free members also get 2 advanced chapters for free.