Quinn POV

Derek didn't say anything when I came home. He just gave me this look.

His eyes were dark looking and his facial expression looks like he wanted to scream at me for coming home at midnight when I said ten tops. "Are you drunk?" He asks me.

"Maybe." I say under my breath in a slight slur. I end up giggling by my own actions.

"Why are you laughing? This isn't funny. Getting drunk on a work night isn't funny Quinn." Derek snaps. His hand runs over his brown hair and he just shrugs his shoulders in disappointment.

"I'll be in bed." I say, rolling my tired eyes and starting for the stairs. I really don't need to be treated like a child for staying out and having fun for once.

"Who was the guy you were with?" He calls behind me.

I ignore his question, playing it off like I didn't hear him, when I just don't want to answer. I walk into my bedroom and plop myself down on the mattress. I throw off my heels and tiredly try to take off my clothes that are uncomfortable to sleep in.

I manage to take off my pencil skirt and unbutton my top. I bring the covers to my chin and screw my eyes shut.

As I'm falling asleep I think about Harry and how I wish I was in his arms right now.

***

I wake up to my alarm ringing loudly.

My head darts off the pillow and I groan loudly by the sound. I turn it off and sigh. My head is throbbing and my mouth feels dry.

My eyes look to the bedroom door opening and my heart begins to race. I see Derek fixing his hair before work. "Morning." He greets, glancing over me like I'm nothing.

"Morning." I say, running my hand over my face. My throat feels numb nearly and my eyes feel dry. Overall I feel like shit, which I expected.

"Are you going to work today?" My boyfriend asks while looking at me.

"Probably not." I say honestly. I can whip up some designs here if I need too and do some emails as well. 

Derek sighs while rolling his brown eyes at me. "Make dinner then, yeah? I'm tired of calling the cook to make dinner."

"She's the cook for a reason." I bring up in a tense voice. I retie my hair and let out a deep breath. This conversation is giving me more of a headache than just waking up with a hangover.

"Yeah well if you're just staying home, you might as well do something productive." Derek says while leaving the bedroom.

My eyes widen by his sentence and I get out of bed. I put on clothes that don't me look trashy, as well as taking off my makeup from the night before.

I head into the kitchen and see him drinking a water while scrolling through his phone casually. I hate that he doesn't mind the way he speaks to me. "Why are you always a dick to me?" I ask Derek who glares up at me.

"You're just too sensitive." He answers. His eyes look back down to his phone and he begins to type away.

"Who are you texting?" I ask him.

"A person." He mumbles.

"Can you pay attention to me for once? We're having a conversation." I state angrily.

"I gotta go to work anyways so," He locks his iPhone and slips it into his jacket pocket. "See you tonight."

I don't reply, I just stare at Derek who I really want to throat punch. He walks around the island, grabbing his things. He leans near me to grab his brief case. "Clean the bathrooms today as well."

"Maybe." I mumble.

Derek just sighs. He leans in to give me a kiss but I turn my head, causing his lips to touch my cheek. "Really babe?"

"I haven't brushed my teeth." I come up with. My eyes glance to my boyfriend who looks annoyed.

"Have a decent day." He says before leaving for work. When I hear the front door close, relief washes over me. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath.

I reach for my phone on the counter and text our cook Ray, to make me breakfast. I'm too lazy and tired to cook. I'll also have him make dinner while he's here.

After I text him I sit at the island and answer texts that I've been pushing off.

I open Harry and I's messages and see some recent ones from last night.

Harry: everything okay?

Harry: my phones on if you need me

Me: i'm alive

Me: i just passed out when i got home

Harry: i guess that's good? lol

Harry: did derek do anything

Me: just scold me lmao

Me: did wendy say anything

Harry: no

Harry: she was alseep when i got home

Me: i wish that happened with me

Me: everything good between you guys now?

Harry: for the most part, yeah

Harry: i think she was pmsing tbh

Me: or maybe she had a bad day at work?

Me: her friend pissed her off ?

Me: etc

Harry: idk :/ I just said sorry for whatever to make her feel better

Me: smh

Me: that's always the easy move

Harry: and the best ;)

Me: ig i wouldn't know

Harry: sorry

Harry: can i be honest with you

Me: sure

Harry: you deserve better than Derek

Me: i'm aware

Harry: then why are you still with him Quinn

Me: i don't want to be alone

Me: it's a stupid reason but

Harry: find someone better than him then

Harry: that is possible you know

Me: idk i like to see the best in everyone

Harry: he's trash though

Me: my type

Harry: hey

Me: whoops sorry lmao

Me: you weren't trashy

Me: at the end you were but

Harry: don't remind me pls

Me: *keeps reminding you*

Harry: ...

Me: (:

Harry: i would love to continue this convo but i gotta open the restaurant now

Me: you've yet to tell me how you became a restaurant owner plus cook ya know

Harry: you've yet to tell me how you own a fashion company

Me: i guess we have a lot to catch up on then still

Harry: seems so

Me: have a good day

Harry: you too. my phone's on if you need me x

I don't reply, i just stare at the last message until my screen goes black.

I hear my doorbell and zone back into reality.

I hate that there is still so much for me to know about Harry and what has happened with him over the years.

A://N

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