Neighbors

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Quinn POV

I stayed home from school on Wednesday.

After finding out what I did on Tuesday night, I just couldn't go to school the next day.

My Dad is home now and he's good I suppose. He keeps to himself most of the time, but at dinner we sit and eat together, which is nice.

It's Friday night now and I'm sitting in my room watching TV per usual. I feel like I need a vacation or something since these past months have been overall hectic.

I plop my head down on my pillow and let out a sigh. This week has been one of my worst if I'm being honest.

Harry POV

I sit on Zayn's bed Friday night sipping a beer and playing video games with my friends.

Carly, Erica, and Destiny are over as well. They're chatting to themselves as Zayn, Tom and I have our own conversation.

I haven't talked to Destiny since I've been over. The only time I've even looked at her was when I got here about two hours ago. I didn't know how Quinn felt about me speaking to my ex on occasion. Thinking about it now, I should've assumed she would be uncomfortable.

I haven't talked to Quinn really either. She's been very short with me, and doesn't really want to talk or even text. When we do, her answers are small, and she doesn't seem interested.

I thought about giving her some space, but I don't want her to grow more sad than she is. But, I also don't want to smother her and feel like I'm too clingy either.

"So," Tom starts. "Done it yet?" His eyes look to me.

Thinking about Quinn and I's first time makes my heart pinch. It was memorable to the fact that she found out if someone took advantage of her that night. It wasn't memorable to look back on though.

I saw this look on her face that words can't even describe. I wish I could that that pain away from her so badly. If I ever find out who did that to her, he'll be a fucking dead man.

"None is your concern." I answer my friends question. Zayn and Tom both smirk at each other and look to the TV.

I want to enjoy the time with my friends. But I can't because my mind is on Quinn and how she is feeling. Considering how sensitive she is, I know how sad she can get about certain things.

I have a instinct that she didn't eat dinner either. I gnaw at my lower lip and finish off my beer before standing up and saying goodbye to my friends who huff by me saying I'm leaving.

"Getting pussy instead of hanging out with us, huh?" Zayn remarks. His girlfriend scolds him and Destiny looks to me with a soft expression, which makes me feel sicker.

"No, I'm getting McDonalds." I come up with. I leave his house a few moments later.

***

I knock on Quinn's house door, and wait for her to answer.

I think she's home. She didn't mention to me that she had plans for the rest of the night. Not that she tells me what she's doing all the time. But the last time I spoke to her she said she wasn't doing anything.

I hear her heavy wooden door pull open and my eyes land on my girlfriend.

My eyebrows furrow when I see her wearing glasses. "Hey," I say to Quinn who looks surprised by my presence.

"Hi," She says through a small murmur.

"Since when did you have glasses?" I ask curiously with a tilted head.

"A month ago. I started getting really bad headaches and found out it was because I have fucked up eyes," Quinn tells me though a murmur. A smile curves on my lips. "I know, I look bad. I wear contacts to school and or in public."

"I think you look cute with your glasses." I admit. Her frames are something I can see her wearing, and they're not ugly on her either. I didn't picture her with glasses until now, and I still think she looks beautiful.

"Thanks," My girlfriend murmurs.

"Anyways, I uh, wanted to stop by to see how you're doing." I tell her.

My eyes fall to her legs that are only being covered by shorts that are above her mid thigh. Her shirt is black and tight which brings out her chest more. Quinn's hair is pulled into a messy bun and I can tell she's wearing no makeup, which I like.

"I'm okay," She tells me. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," I say with a small smile. "Are you up for a drive to McDonald's with me?" I ask.

Her teeth pick at her lower pink lip. My eyes watch her actions and my hands dig into my pockets. "Sure uh," Quinn pauses. "I should get changed."

I didn't want to agree because it would seem like what she is wearing is bad. She looks far from bad, but I don't want other guys to see her in what she's wearing now, as selfish as that sounds.

Quinn tells me to wait in the foyer as she changes. I hope she keeps her glasses on and doesn't add on makeup. I know she is going to anyways, so I shouldn't wish for anything. Whatever makes her happy makes me happy as well. I'd rather her feel confident than insecure.

I take out my phone that's in my pocket and scroll through my camera roll, trying to find a picture of a dog to cheer her up. I could've sworn I had a picture of a Golden Retriever from the park a few weeks ago. I only have three photos of Quinn and I. The rest are stupid memes and photos of Alyssa and Lola or something. No dog though, which makes me huff.

One photo that catches my eye is one of Destiny and I. My front is pressed against her back and my arms are around her tightly. We both have wide grins on our mouths. I don't remember this photo or that day at all.

I delete the picture and lock my phone. By the time I'm done rummaging around, Quinn comes down in jeans and a sweatshirt that says Harvard.

The fact that she wants to go there for college makes my stomach twist.

Like what I assumed, her glasses are gone. But she's wearing no makeup. "Ready?" She asks me.

I nod, taking her hand in mine, and leaving her home that's a little more warmer than usual.

I lead her to my truck, opening the door for Quinn who looks at me with a tilted head. She doesn't say anything about my act. She just smiles gently and gets in.

I hope next week is better for her. Lately she's been not herself and it makes me sad. I miss her beautiful smile and Quinn's cute laugh.

I start up my truck a few moments later and drive away. My hand rests on her thigh where her left hand rests. Her fingers lock with mine and Quinn's hold on my hand is tight.

I want to know who assaulted Quinn that night. It kills me knowing that it's not Richard now and it's some other guy that should rot in hell.

I let out a small deep breath and look to my girlfriend who's staring out the window of my truck.

I just want her happy.

A://N

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