Neighbors

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*i wanted to update but i'm too tired to edit this chapter so don't mind my grammar errors, i'll fix dem in the morning*

Quinn POV

I haven't heard from Harry since Saturday.

It's Monday now and he's not returning my texts which annoys me even more considering he's being petty about our "argument".

I walk to Harry's locker during our lunch period and find him alone, unpacking his book bag with an unreadable look upon his face.

"Hello." I greet my boyfriend who doesn't look over at me.

"Hi." He responds in a low voice which makes me roll my eyes.

"Want to sit together at lunch?" I ask curiously.

"Can't, doing work in the library." Harry answers while closing his locker and looking over at me finally.

I grab his hand which feels cold and tense. I frown a little by the tenseness and intertwine our fingers together.

"Can we talk later then?" I ask with a small pout.

"Talk about you being an ass to me?" Harry asks me.

"I," I pause, unable to explain. "I'm sorry, okay? Maybe I was a little annoyed that you forgot what day my birthday was on and none of my family is going to be home for it. I'm sorry for taking it out on you." I explain.

"I didn't forget. I have a reminder." He defends.

"Why do you have a reminder? You can't remember?" I ask with narrowed eyebrows.

"Because I have shit going on so instead of forgetting completely I put it in just in case." His voice becomes uneasy with me causing my eyes to soften.

I just nod and bite my lower lip. "I'll see you later then."

"Are you sure there isn't anything else to talk about?" Harry asks.

"I don't want you to scream at me in the middle of the hall, so no." I say with a small eye roll.

I look back up at my boyfriend who is staring down at me. His shoulders shrug and he moves closer towards me. Harry's long arms wrap around me tightly, causing my eyes to close against his tight embrace.

"I'm sorry," He says. "I'm just a cranky asshole."

"Hm." I do feel bad for the way I was talking to him over text Saturday.

"I love you." Harry says while stroking down my hair with his left hand. His right one remains on my lower back.

"I love you too." I say while holding onto him more tightly so my face nuzzles against his broad chest.

"I took off of work Thursday," I hear him say to me. "Are you busy around six then?"

I lift my head off of his chest and look up to Harry who has a gentle grin on his lips. "No, why?" I ask curiously.

"I have a reservation at a restaurant for us," Harry informs me. His fingers stroke my lower back soothingly.

"You didn't have to do any of that." I tell Harry through a soft voice.

"It's your eighteenth birthday Quinn. The least I can do is take you out to dinner." He tells me while planting his lips to the top of my head.

"Where is the restaurant?" I ask.

"A place," He says with a chuckle. His green eyes meet mine and he grins softly. "Will you Dad be okay that I'm taking you out?" He asks.

"He's leaving Wednesday, so we'll be fine." I say with a polite smile.