Harry POV

I sit at my parents house just observing the home I haven't been at in years.

Wendy and my Mother are cooking away in the kitchen while my Dad and I sit in the living room watching TV.

Lola sits on my lap and rests her head on my chest. It's weird to think she's seven now. Hell, it's weird to think any of my siblings are way older now.

"Harry!" I hear my Mom call. I groan stand up from the couch. Lola frowns but soon cuddles into our father.

I head to the kitchen and see her holding a garbage bag. "Take this out for me, yes?" She asks, extending me the black bag.

"Sure." I reply with a soft grin.

I take the heavy back and walk out of the house, to the cans out front by the curb.

It's warm out today, which is nice. I'm glad winter is over with.

My eyes glance next door as I hear a front door close. My hands start to sweat and my nerves rack up.

I see Mr. Adams leaving his home, running his hand over his head. I look back to my house and walk, not wanting to say hello to him right now.

"Harry?" I hear him say as he sees me. I gulp down my nerves and turn towards him, trying my best to smile.

"Hey," I greet while walking over to the man living next door to my parents. "How are you?" I ask.

"I'm doing good, how about yourself?" He asks while making brief eye contact with each that I quickly break.

"I'm uh, doing good." I answer.

"How's your family doing?" Mr. Adams asks.

"F-Fine," I stammer. "Yours?" I manage to ask.

His shoulders shrug and he just sighs. "Faith is married now, has two kids," He says grinning.

Please don't bring her up. Please don't bring her up.

"And I got a girlfriend now, so life seems to be okay," I nod, relieved that he didn't bring up his other daughter. "Anyways, I'll let you go back to your family. You should visit more, this neighborhood seems to be different since everyone left."

"I'll try too Sir." I say with a friendly smile.

I walk back into my house, feeling my heart pound roughly against my chest by what just happened. I walk back into the kitchen to grab a garbage bag to replace the one I just took out. "Thank you." My Mom says.

"Yep." I say.

Her eyebrows furrow at me. "You okay? You look a bit pale." Her hand touches my very heated cheek and I step back.

"Yeah, it's just warm out," I say, brushing off anything. I glance to Wendy who is drying her hands with a towel. "If you need anything else, just call me over."

My Mom nods, still looking at me a bit oddly.

I leave the kitchen and head to Evan's room. He's thirteen now, and Chris is fifteen. Time does fly by, but I kind of miss having them small.

I knock on my old bedroom door before walking in. I see he's on the phone smiling. Once he see's me, his face heats and the smile leaves his lips. "I gotta go now. I'll talk to you later."

After that he hands up, which makes me question who he was talking to. "Who was that?" I ask my brother, sitting down beside him.

"A friend of mine." Evan answers. I smile softly, hoping it's the possible girl he likes.

"Oh okay. Is there anything new with you?" I ask.

"No," He says. "I miss having you home though." My youngest brother admits.

"You can visit any time, I only live 30 minutes away." I remind him.

"Yeah but, I don't like Wendy," His face scrunches. I chuckle and shake my head.

"Why?" I ask.

"Reasons," Evan stands from his bed and sits down in his spiny chair. "You're not marrying her are you?"

"Not right now," I answer. I see his eyes roll. "Why are you rolling your eyes by what I said?" I ask.

"Because I don't want you to marry her." My brother says.

"And why's that?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"You know why," Evan mumbles which makes me fall silent. The expression on my face changes and I clear my throat. "You're the one who kept asking." My brother hums.

"Just forget about her." I say to him.

"Who? Wendy?" Evan remarks with a smirk.

"You know who I'm talking about." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Say her name, because I don't." I stand up from his bed, tugging my hand through my hair.

"Nice seeing you too." I say before I leave my old bedroom. I head back upstairs, taking the steps by two and entering the living room.

I see Lola fell asleep on my father holding a familiar purple blanket that makes my eyes pinch.

"Why is this blanket out?" I ask my Dad.

He looks over at me and I see his green eyes soften quickly by my comment. I don't wait for him to reply, I just walk back into the kitchen, not wanting to be around my Dad right now.

If I'm being honest I don't want to be around anyone right now.

I see my Mom and Wendy smiling and laughing amongst themselves. "Is there anything you need help with?" I ask them curiously.

"No, we're good. Thank you." My Mom says while looking over her shoulder and grinning at me.

I nod, and shrug my shoulders. Her eyebrows knot at me and I see her expression change. "I'll be out—getting uh, soda." I come up with.

I grab my car keys on the table top and leave my old house, already wishing I wasn't here.

Quinn POV

I sit across from Derek at our usual restaurant we sometimes go to for lunch.

His eyes are looking down at his phone, and he's grinning softly.

His fingers type quickly against his phone and the more he ignores me, the more I become mad and annoyed by his presence. "Can you get off of your phone?" I ask, snapping a bit.

His brown eyes slowly glance up at me. "Excuse me?" His eyebrow raises.

"C-Can we spend time together?" I ask in a more kinder tone.

"I'm here aren't I?" Derek remarks. I bite my lower lip and play with the hem of my dress.

"You're too busy texting Derek. If you didn't want to go to lunch, you shouldn't have agreed to come." I say.

"Good to know for next time." He remarks while looking at me with a lazy look.

His words cause me pain and make my eyes well up with fresh tears.

I grab my belongings and leave the booth, ignoring my name being called by me as I storm out of the restaurant.

I try my best to get to my car as quickly as I can. Considering I'm wearing heels, my pace isn't that fast.

As I fumble with my keys, I feel a hand tug at my arm. "Leave me alone Derek." I say to him in a growl.

"I was joking babe. You need to relax." He says to me.

I turn around and face my boyfriend who is staring at me. "You were not joking, you were being a dick as always." I state.

His eyebrow raises at me by my words. "Did you just call me a dick?" Dereks voice deepens and his grip on my arm becomes tight and makes me step away.

"I-I'm sorry, I-" I say through a stammer.

"Don't bother to come home tonight. Go stay somewhere else you cunt." He pushes me back a little, making me stumble on my feet.

Derek walks away and I close my eyes.

I wish I wasn't here.

A://N

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