Quinn POV

The past few days have been quite interesting for me.

Derek and I have barely spoken really, which is odd considering we live together and we're supposed to be a couple. Lately he's been coming home late and he's been brushing me off more than usual. When I bring up how distant he's became, he just rolls his eyes and keeps on with his day.

It's Tuesday night and I'm watching TV in the living room. For once my thoughts aren't on Harry, but they're on Derek. He said he'd be home at seven, but it's ten now.

As I turn off the TV, I hear the front door shut. I stand from the couch and walk to the foyer. My eyes land on Derek who has tired looking eyes and messy hair. "You're home late." I comment timidly.

"Traffic was bad," He comes up with while walking past me. I grab his hand as he walks past me, which makes him stop walking. "What do you need?" My boyfriend says through a loud sigh.

"Why are you lying?" I ask Derek who looks away from my eye contact.

"I'm not, Quinn." He states while yanking his hand out of my hold.

"How was your day then?" I ask.

"Can you just leave me alone?" Derek asks me with an angry look.

Standing near him I smell a perfume. Perfume that isn't mine. My face heats thinking about why he could've came home late, and why his hair is messy.

I take a step away from his body and linger on my thoughts, putting the pieces together. "Are you cheating on me?" I ask with furrowed eyebrows.

"You're crazy." Derek scoffs while running his hand through his already messed up hair.

"Well, you smell like a girl, your hair is a mess like you had sex, and you've been coming home late." I list my reasoning.

"You sound so dumb right now Quinn." Derek says while shaking his head.

"Your shirt isn't buttoned at the bottom." I point out to him. His eyes glance down at his shirt and he looks back up to me.

"And? You're so dumb if you think I'd cheat," His voice raises. I take a step away from his body and continue to look at him with soft eyes, to hopefully make him feel guilty for whatever he did. "Stop giving me that look Quinn." Derek states.

"What look?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"The look like you want me to confess to something." His says with wide eyes.

"Well, did you cheat?" I ask again.

My answer to my question was a hard slap on my cheek that causes me to stumble back on my feet. My face heats by the slap and my eyes sting by what just happened. I look up at Derek who's yelling at me. His words don't make it to my brain because all I can focus is that he slapped me and doesn't even look sorry about it.

As he's speaking I walk towards the stairs. My eyes are pinching and I refuse to let him see me cry. "Quinn!" He shouts behind me as I begin to walk away.

As I'm in our bedroom, trying to find my shoes, his hand tugs my arm back. "Don't touch me." I snap with wide eyes.

"Where are you going?" Derek asks as I'm putting on my shoes.

I ignore him and try to take deep breaths so I don't break down and start crying. I reach for my jacket that's hanging up but he steps in front of me. "Where are you going Quinn?" He asks again, widening his brown eyes.

"Get out of my way." I say, deepening my voice.

"Really? It was just a slap, grow the fuck up." He says.

My eyes widen by his words. "Just a slap? Really? You hitting me isn't a big deal? Not to mention this isn't the first time." I say, shoving his chest back to grab my coat.

After I put it on my body, I grab my wallet and keys that are on the mattress. "You accused me of cheating." He brings up.

"Because I know you did and you won't admit it!" I exclaim loudly while turning back to look at him. My cheek feels warm and tense. The lingering feeling of his hand on my cheek is still present as well.

"I didn't you fucking idiot!" He shouts back at me.

I just shake my head, and head for the door. I'm tired of how he treats me; I'm tired of being called an idiot; I'm just tired of Derek.

I slam the door behind me and walk to my car. I ignore the sound of my name being called behind me, and I just focus on where I want to go to now.

Kelsey is in France right now, and I don't think me going to his sisters house would be ideal since he knows that's my best friend. Plus, he'd know where I am, and I don't want him to find me.

I let out a deep breath and swallow the lump that's in my throat.

***

"How are you feeling?" Harry asks me as he sits beside me in his dining room.

"Decent, you?" I ask while looking over at him.

His green eyes are soft looking and his voice sounds sweet and calming. "I'm okay. Can you explain to me what happened?"

I know I shouldn't have went to Harry about this. I don't even know if we're friends, but I know Derek wouldn't know where I am, nor know who I'm with. Plus, I know Harry would oddly comfort me, even thought he shouldn't.

"I called him out on cheating, and he slapped me." I summarize simply.

"How do you know he cheated?" He asks me.

"His hair was a mess, he smelled like a girl, his shirt was barely buttoned, and he came home late." I list.

Harry itches his head and slouches his shoulders. "I'm sorry this happened to you Quinn," He says while making eye contact with me. "How did you guys leave off?"

"With me leaving." I say. I run my fingers through my hair and let out a deep breath.

"You're not going back to him, right?" Harry asks, lowering his voice.

"I'm not," I say. "I just have to manage to get my things and find a place to stay."

"You can stay here." He offers.

I shake my head. "I can't do that. You letting me vent at eleven o'clock at night is more than I can ask for. I was just gonna stay at hotel." I admit.

"Quinn, stay here. I have a spare bedroom." Harry says. "Even if it's just for the night. You look tired and I don't want you driving at this time of night."

As I'm about to open my mouth to speak, the front door shuts and I automatically want to hide.

I forgot he had a girlfriend.

Our attention goes to Wendy who walks into the dining room. Her blue eyes look at me, then to Harry. I gulp down my nerves and pick at my lower lip. "You didn't tell me we had a guest." Wendy says to Harry. Her voice is sweet sounding.

"I was just about to leave." I say, standing. Harry does as well.

"No, you weren't," He says while looking at me. "Wendy, this is my friend Quinn. Um, Quinn this is my girl--friend uh Wendy. She's spending the night." He introduces.

"No I'm not." I add.

"Yes you are." He says while flashing me a smile.

Wendy has knotted eyebrows but a gentle smile. "Okay, nice to meet you Quinn." Her hand extends out towards mine.

"Nice to meet you too." I say, shaking her hand. Her eyes are bright blue that look pretty and her blonde hair is pulled into a messy bun that looks cute. She has slight dimples on her cheeks as well. Overall she's really beautiful.

"Babe did you set her up in the guest room?" Wendy asks Harry.

"Not yet, I will though." He tells her. She nods looks to me then to her boyfriend.

"Okay, well I'll be taking a shower. Make yourself feel at home Quinn." She says to me with a gentle grin and warm eyes.

I just smile back, not knowing what to say considering I'm very uncomfortable right now. When Wendy walks away I look to Harry who has his eyes on me. "I can stay at a hotel." I tell him.

"I know, but I don't want you too," He says while giving me a warm smile. "There is a shower in the guest room if you wanted to take a shower, or bath, your choice. If you're hungry the food is loaded, help yourself." Harry tells me with a gentle grin.

"Okay," I manage to say. "I just feel weird, you know?"

"Don't, believe me." He tells me. I nod.

"What does Wendy do for living?" I ask curiously.

"She's a prenatal nurse." Harry tells me with a grin. His eyes glisten a little by talking about her.

"Oh," I say. "That's cool." I compliment.

"Yeah, it's pretty great. Her hours aren't that bad either, but tonight she had a long shift." He tells me.

Even with a long shift Wendy managed to look beautiful and not tired looking. After five hours of my job I look like a raccoon with my under eye circles. 

After a few minutes of mindless chatting, I'm in the guest room alone.

I told my Dad that I'm crashing at home for the next few weeks and he didn't question it, he just said to call him when I'm leaving Harry's.

I stare up at the ceiling fan and try to relax my anxiety about everything tonight. It doesn't help that Derek is spamming my phone.

A://N

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