Quinn POV

I wake up the next morning with my head cuddled into Harry's chest and my arm draped over his body. Our legs are intertwined as well which makes my heart flutter slightly.

I sit up on my mattress and keep my eyes on the boy sleeping beside me peacefully. His mouth is open a little and his eyes are screwed shut. I smile softly at how his growing curls are messy and are on the pillow case.

I lean down and plant my lips to his cheek. "I hate that I love you." I whisper to the sleeping body.

I keep my eyes on Harry for a few more moments before returning my head to his chest and intertwining my leg with his. His body reacts to mine by draping his arm over me and nuzzling his head into mine.

"I love you too Quinn." He mumbles, causing my cheeks to heat and my stomach to twist by how he heard me.

"You didn't hear that." I whisper back.

"Yes I did. You love me." I hear him say back in my ear in a low murmur. His morning voice is soothing but tired sounding.

"Mhm. Go back to bed." I say, flipping my body around to lay on my other side.

Harry cuddles his front into my back and holds onto me firmly against him. I feel his lips touch my cheek and his arm hook around me. "Now I'm awake." He says.

"Good morning then." I say while bringing the blanket up more towards my chin.

"Good morning," Harry says while resting his chin on my shoulder. "Can I take you out on a date?"

"Too soon." I hum.

"No it's not. Let me love you." He mumbles against me.

"You just broke up with—" Harry cuts me off by speaking over me.

"I'm in bed with you right now, Quinn. We're cuddling right now. Don't you think it's too soon for us to cuddle then?" He remarks.

"Possibly." I say.

"She's not in my life anymore, but you are. Let me take you out on a proper date." Harry says with a small sigh.

"I'll see," I tell him. "What time is it?" I ask.

"Seven thirty." He answers while sitting up a little to look at my clock, then laying back down.

I let out a huff and yawn a few seconds later. I need to get ready for work soon but I'm too comfortable to leave my bed.

I relax my back into Harry's chest and close my eyes by the feeling of his lips kissing my skin softly. "One date." He whispers.

"I'll think about it." I say while opening my eyes and laying down on my back.

Harry hovers over me and strokes my cheek with his thumb. His bright green eyes look into mine and he just smiles softly. "Have you heard from Derek at all?"

"Not recently." I answer.

"Are you moving back into your house then?" He asks.

"No," I say. "I'm gonna sell it. Maybe get a condo or something."

"I'm sorry he ruined the experience of owning a house for you." Harry says with a weak smile.

"It was my dumb mistake asking him to move in." I say with a chuckle.

"Did you actually love him?" He asks, still making eye contact with me.

"No," I answer truthfully. "The thought of him was nice, but being with him wasn't."

He nods, and places his bottom lip between his teeth. "Did you actually love Wendy?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"I did." He tells me.

"How did that love stop then?" I ask curiously.

"My love for you was greater and stronger. Being with someone for a few years makes you grown attached to them and of course you love and care about them. But the love I had for her was different than the one I had for you." Harry explains while stroking my cheek still and continuing the eye contact.

"Sounds like horse shit." I say, causing a crooked smile to go on his pink lips.

"You just don't trust me, so your heart is guarded by what I say to you." He says with a smug grin.

"I wouldn't be proud by the fact you made me not trust you." I say with a chuckle.

"I'm not," He says. "You're just easy to figure out."

I just nod, not knowing how to respond to that. His eyes are on my lips which causes my heart to race and the palms of my hands to sweat. "Stop giving me that look." I say.

"What look?" He asks, looking in my eyes now with a gentle smirk.

"The I want to kiss you look." I say with a small eye roll.

"I can't help it." Harry says, laughing.

"Yes you can. Stop thinking with your dick." I say simpily.

"I'm thinking with my heart, thank you very much." He says while leaning down into me a little more.

"Stop." I scold.

"I'm not doing anything." Harry says, snickering.

I nudge the boy hovered over me a little and let out a small sigh. It's not that I don't want to kiss him, it's just that me kissing him will lead into me being emotionally open to Harry, and I'm not ready for that.

"One small peck?" He asks with a small pout.

"Why should I do what you want?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at the green eyed boy.

"Because you love me," He says, causing me to roll my eyes. "And because what if we kiss and don't feel anything? That can be a major thing."

"Yeah, you can go back to Wendy and the world will be great." I remark with a smug smile.

My words causes Harry to cup my cheeks and leans down into me. His lips crash onto mine and the tingly feeling in my stomach starts to grow more vivid. I kiss back, causing his lips to kiss mine a little more.

He pulls away and looks into my eyes. "Did you feel anything?" Harry asks me.

"Did you?" I question, not wanting to answer first.

A smile creeps onto his pink lips and he just grins at me. "I asked you first love." He says.

"I gotta get ready for work." I say, changing the topic while sitting up in bed. The blanket falls to my lap, and the coldness of my room causes shivers up my spine. 

"I'll take that as a yes then." Harry says while playing with the ends of my hair.

"I'll answer your question if you answer first." I say, making him snicker at me. 

"Yes, I felt something," He says while getting out of bed. "Let me know about the date, okay?" He asks while putting on his shoes.

"I will." I say while keeping my eyes on him. I get out of bed a few moments later, and I put on my hoodie to keep my body warm. 

I meet Harry by my bedroom door and stare at his lips that I want to feel against mine again. He notices my intense stare and smirks, causing his deep dimples to appear to his rosy cheeks. "Wanna kiss again?" He asks.

"No," I say, scowling my eyes a little. "I'm still standing my ground." 

"Okay, let me know how that goes," Harry says before pressing his lips to my cheek. "Have a lovely day. My phone is on if you need me." 

A few minutes later Harry leaves my house and I'm left lingering on my thoughts and feelings. 

I really do hate the fact that I wanted to kiss him again.

A://N

hello, i'm back from the dead lmao

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~lauren