Neighbors

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Quinn POV

My sister came home today, and I already want her to leave.

It isn't that I don't like having someone at home with me, because I do. It is because she's so messy, and talks on the phone so loud. She will be on the phone at 2 a.m talking so fucking loudly, I can't sleep.

Faith has been home for not even a day and one of her bra's is already on the stairs and couch. I get that she hasn't been home in a while, but she's just so messy it bothers me.

Faith is in her room currently talking to someone. I can be in my room and still hear her conversation.

I'm in my backyard now watering the flowers like always. I'm wearing shorts and a tank top. I feel and look gross today. I didn't get any sleep because of my sister's loud talking, plus I studied for biology for hours.

"Hey neighbor," I hear a voice rings from the opposite side of the fence. My tired eyes glance up and I see Harry. His arms are hooked around the fence and a gentle smile is on his lips.

"Hi." I manage to say through a yawn.

"Oh, you look tired," Harry observes.

"What gave that away?" I ask with a snicker.

"Your lack of makeup," He hums. My eyes widen. I knew I forgot to do something before I went outside. I close my eyes and sigh. I look back down at the flowers beside my feet and keep on watering them. "You still look beautiful." Harry says.

"No I don't. I look like I came out of the devils ass,"  I say through a sigh. I glance over to Harry who's looking at me. "Stop looking at me." I say.

"Why?" He snickers.

"Because you're supposed to never see me without makeup, so stop looking at me," I say, which makes him chuckle. "This isn't funny Harry. I look gross and dead."

"You look alive and beautiful, stop it," He scolds. "You honestly don't look bad. Like I'd never know you have beauty marks on your cheeks."

"That's the point." I say through a mumble.

"Quinn?" He asks.

"Yes?" I respond.

"Stop being freaked out. It's not big deal." A gentle smile rests on his lips.

"To me this is a huge deal. Next you'll see me without painted nails, and in my pajama's." I say.

"And there is something wrong with that because...?" Harry travels off with a questioning voice.

"Those are things I never want you to see me with," I say. "I always like to look my best, and right now I'm not my best."

"Well, I think you look your best with or without your makeup. I prefer you without it if I'm being honest." Harry says, which makes me roll my eyes a bit. "Anyways, how's your day?"

"Gross," I say with a slight groan. My eyes that were on my feet look up and I see him staring at me. "Stop staring. I know I look tired and dead."

Harry just smiles widely at me, which makes dimples appear on his rosy cheeks. "Why is your day gross?"

"Because my sister is home and she's ruining my summer vibe. Like today I'm supposed to tan, but I didn't fall asleep until two in the morning, and I woke up at five. She talks so fucking loud I want to scream." I explain through a sigh. "How's your day?" I ask.

"Fairly decent. I just got home from the country club," He says. "Why don't you go take a nap? You look tired."

"If I do that, I won't fall asleep later tonight. Plus, big mouth is on the phone with her boyfriend." I explain briefly.

"Oh," Harry says. "I guess you'll be tired all day then."

I sigh and shrug my shoulders. "You should come over tonight." I come up with.

"With your sister home?" His eyebrows furrow at me.

"Faith is always in her room, she won't notice who's over the house or not. We can just hangout in my room." I say.

Harry looks into my eyes. "Okay," He pauses. "Only if only you don't wear makeup." I poke my tongue through my cheek and stare at the boy behind my fence. A smirk crawls on his lips.

"Fine," I manage to say. He grins at me in victory. "Come over at seven."

"Will do," Harry hums. "I'll see you at seven."

"Okay." I say through a slight yawn. He kisses my cheek and looks at me. I pout a little which makes him laugh, then kiss me on my lips.

Harry soon walks back into his house, and I finish off watering the flowers across the backyard before walking inside my house.

I see Faith in the kitchen sipping her water with a grin. My cheeks heat. She's standing by the window in the kitchen that looks at the fence. "So, your summer fling is the poor boy next door?"

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