Age: 16

You and your mum had decided to go on a shopping spree, you were looking forward to purchase a jacket since the winter was just around the corner. Even though you grew up in a wealthy family, your parents expected you to earn your own money. They wanted you to make you understand that money does not grow on trees, you have to work hard to earn it. Your aunt usually asked for help in her flower shop but lately you had been denying her requests, out of indolence. During the shopping spree you noticed a pair of boots, you did not even bother looking at the price tag. Your mum glanced at you in a questioning manner to which you replied "what?".
She shook her head and sighed, "how are you going to pay those boots Y/N?" a laugh escaped through your lips.
 "Are you serious? It's not like we're broke" Your mum looked at you in disbelief, she could not handle the arrogance in your tone.
 "I don't know about you Y/N, you haven't been working a lot lately. I'm questioning how you're going to pay for those Versace boots". You rolled your eyes and mumbled, 
"Dad will buy me these, I'm sure". 

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During dinner you decided to bring up the subject regarding the boots you had fell in love with, objectively speaking you were not in need for those boots since you already had five pairs but there was something special about those Versace ones. 
"So dad, during mine and mum's shopping spree I fell in love with a pair of boots" Harry gave you a questioning look while placing the fork on the plate - approval of continuing. 
"I would really like to buy these"
"Lovely darling, why don't you get them?" you weren't expecting him to ask you any questions. 
"Uhm, well they are kinda expensive and I can't afford them, but you guys can" you stated. 
"You are expecting us to buy you a pair of boots that you're going to wear once" you nodded,
"Yup, it's not like you can't afford it. I'm asking for a pair of boots, not a trip to the Maldives" you said in a annoyed way. 
"I don't care about the price Y/N, if you deserved them I would be the first one to buy you five pairs" at this point you were irritated. 
"What do you mean?" Harry sighed and pulled his hand through his hair. 
"You haven't been working at all lately, do you expect money to grow on trees? Wake up Y/N" 
"YOU ARE THE BIGGEST DOUCHEBAG DAD" you yelled while you slammed your fist against the table. Harry stood up from his chair, his body was tensed and you could see the anger in his eyes. 
"That is ENOUGH Y/N" you rolled your eyes
"That's enough Harry" you mocked him which wasn't appreciated at all. 
"You spoiled little brat. Who do you think you are, huh? Slamming your fist, being violent? This quits NOW, do you hear me?" he lectured, his voice was firm. You were shaking out of fear, deep inside. 

"There's nothing to hear" you responded, the arrogance was evident in your voice. 
"That's enough Y/N, go to your room" you refused to leave the dinner table. 
"Nope" Harry shook his head and mumbled "alrighty then". You didn't even have time to react when you felt his muscular arms lift you up, placing you on his shoulders. Instead of throwing a fit, you decided to let him drop you off in your room. 

"You are staying here until you get that attitude fixed, young lady!" he firmly said, before shutting your door. 

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A/N: Hey guys! Long time no see. I just wanted to thank every single one of you for reading this old collection of stories. You guys are amazing. Keep up the good work <3