Neighbors

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Quinn POV

Kay just left my house and I just need a second to breath.

All the information she just told me absorbs in my mind slowly, which makes me feel more disgusted.

Richard never cheated on me with Kay?

All this time I thought he never loved me. I thought our whole relationship was a lie.

The guy I always had a crush on when I was dating Richard and when I was younger, turned out to be the one who assaulted me in the end.

What do I do now, from here?

I stand from the stool I was sitting on and make my way out of the kitchen. My hand tugs through my hair and I feel bad for considering that Harry even did it. I was just so shocked and scared that I just jumped to conclusion.

As I walk past my front door to walk upstairs, I hear my doorbell go off.

I wipe my eyes that I know look tired and sad and let out a deep breath. I pull back my front door slowly and land my eyes on Harry.

"I don't know if you want to see me but I wanted to stop by." His green eyes are looking into mine and they're soft. His hands are in his hoodie pockets and he looks nervous almost.

"I turned off my phone, I didn't mean to purposely ignore you." I say. He nods and stares at me intensely.

"Did Kay talk to you?" He asks.

I let him into my house and shut the door behind him.

I nod, answering his question. "She did," I say. "I'm sorry for not believing you right away." I say through pinching eyes and choked up words.

I feel his arms wrap around me tightly, allowing me to hold onto him firmly. "It's okay." He mumbles through my hair.

"No it's not. I shouldn't have believed him at all or even think that you would." I say, scolding myself.

"I'm not mad, okay? I'm just worried about how you are." Harry says while stroking my hair down.

"I don't know how I am." I say honestly. Words can't describe how I feel.

I pull away from our hug and land my eyes on his hands that are all cut up with bruises and blood. I wipe my eyes filled with tears to see if I'm seeing this right.

"What happened?" I ask while taking one of his hands in mine.

"I uh," He pauses. "Did something."

My eyes look up to my boyfriend who is looking at me. "You didn't hit David did you?" I ask.

"What would happen if I said yes?" Harry asks me hesitantly.

"I would ask how bad did it turn out."

"I would answer by saying I called the ambulance then left." He tells me.

My hand goes over my mouth by his words and I feel my eyes pinch again. The thought of seeing Harry so violent makes me sad. "You're not joking are you?" I ask.

"No." His eyes look down to his shoes then back to me.

"Why did you do that?" I ask.

"Because he's a pig that I wanted to punch until near death," Harry explains.

"Harry if he presses charges on you, you're screwed." I tell him.

"And it would be worth it," My head tilts by his words. "Didn't I say I'd hit whoever assaulted you?"

"Yes, but I didn't think you would." I say while stroking my thumb over his cut up knuckles.

"It was worth it," Harry tells me again. My head tilts by his words. "David took something away from you Quinn. Us having sex for the first time was supposed to be a special thing but it's hard to look at it like that because you found out that you were raped that night of the party. David didn't have to see that look on your face when you found out. I did. And every time I remember that look, I just want to strangle him because that should've been a special moment for you." His green eyes meet mine and they're gentle looking but tense at the same time.

I don't say anything. I just wrap my arms around his body and press my head against his chest. Harry hugs me back tightly, which makes my eyes close.

"I don't want anything bad to happen to you." I say against his chest.

"Nothing will." He says to me.

"You can't promise that." I warn.

"Watch me," Harry says, which makes me snicker. "I love you Quinn."

"I love you too." I say through a mumble.

"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting towards you. Please know that no matter what I still love you." His fingers stroke my lower back soothingly as he speaks.

"Good to know," I say. Harrys arms hug around me more tightly, which makes my eyes close. "I don't know what I want to do."

"What do you mean?" He asks me.

I break away from our hug and look at my boyfriend who has his eyes on me. "I don't know if I should file a police report or just drop it." I explain.

"Do you have an idea of what you really want?" He asks while taking my hands into his.

"No," I say. "I just want to forget about it."

"Maybe you should talk to your Dad and see what he thinking." Harry comes up with.

The thought of telling my Dad sickens me.

"I don't want to do that." I say through a murmur.

"You should eventually." He says while looking into my eyes.

I nod sadly, knowing I should eventually say something to my family. I just hate admitting to anyone what happened to me.

"Can we talk about something else now? I want to take my mind off of it." I ask.

"Of course," Harry says. "Are you hungry? I can pick up something for us. Or if you want to cuddle we can do that. Uh, watch a movie, eat, and cuddle?" His word cause me to laugh and smile.

"Sounds nice." I say, agreeing. I lean up and peck his pink lips.

"I'll go pick up your usual. If you need me my phone is on." Harry says while looking into my eyes. I nod and kiss his lips once more before letting him leave my house.

I head upstairs to change into something more comfortable. I decide on leggings and a baggy tee shirt that I wear around the house on lazy days.

I take off my makeup and take out my contacts. I put on my glasses after that and exit my bathroom. I sit on my bed and fall back, letting out a deep breath.

I don't know if Harry and I are ever going to talk about our argument this morning, but I'm okay with that.

If he just wants to act nicer towards me and be all smiley again, I'm fine with it. I just don't want him to treat me or his family like shit because of whatever he's going through.

I let out a deep sigh and rub my temples.

Today has been a very eventful day.

A://N

Goooood morning

I have a stupid tennis banquet tonight so wish me luck since I'm wearing heels

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~lauren