Quinn POV

I return home the same day around six. Harry should be home by not, if not I'll just reheat leftovers for dinner.

I open the front door and hear the condo is silent. So silent it's kind of off putting. I didn't really live here by myself for long, but the time I was alone I hated. The silence scares me, it makes me feel lonely. 

"Harry!" I call, walking around the first floor of our home that looks empty.

"Upstairs!" He shouts, making me feel better. I sigh out of relief and head upstairs. 

I place my bag on the bed and slide off my heels that are beyond hurting my feet. "Where is your car? I didn't see it in the lot." I say while undressing.

"It's in the shop. Brakes are fucked up." Harry tells me, shrugging his shoulders and running his hand through his brown curls.

"How are they fucked?" I ask, sliding on a pair of leggings and putting on a white teeshirt. "And who took you? You didn't tell me." 

"Gemma did since her and I went out at lunch. And I've been meaning to get them replaced but haven't until today. Lets just say they weren't stopping at the red light." He explains, making my eyes widen.

"Did you crash into anything?" I ask, worried now. 

"No, I'm fine. Luckily I was approaching the light and by the time I got there it turned green. So I just drove to the auto shop and had Gemma take me home," He says, finishing his story. Harry stands from our bed and kisses my lips. "Don't worry I'm fine."

"Why have you been pushing that off? Brakes are kinda important." I say, scolding him. 

"I've been busy with the restaurant," Harry tells me, giving me an assuring grin as well which really doesn't ease my nerves. "Anyways, enough about me. How was your day?" He asks.

"Eventful," I say, sighing. "I had one of my investors come in today and tell me that next month I have to go to Italy and France for this big event to expand my brand." I say. I tried explaining the whole encounter in a short way. 

His face looks confused by my words, and he doesn't speak for a while which makes me nervous. "How long will you be gone?" He asks.

"Um, two weeks? I'll be in Italy a week, and France the second week. It won't be just business the whole time, I have time to look around and relax," I say, biting my lip. "I want you to come with me though."

Harry snickers at my last sentence, making my eyebrows furrow. "You want me to follow you around France and Italy for two weeks?" He asks, raising his eyebrow at me.

"You wouldn't be following me around," I say defensively. "We have time to ourselves and be tourists and shit. It will be fun, I even have a private jet for each trip. Jamie can come too."

"My son doesn't even want to spend the night here, so what makes you think he'd want to spend two weeks with us?" Harry asks, snapping at me slightly.

"Because it's a free vacation? And he gets to see the world?" I say, trying to come up with things. "Wendy took him on a vacation, why can't we?"

"Who said I'm going?" Harry says, making me bite my lip. "I have my restaurant to worry about Quinn. I don't trust leaving it with my managers for two weeks. Not to mention it's not a vacation, it's for your job."

"Who cares if it's meant for my job?" I ask, raising my voice. "It won't be work events all fucking week Harry. Not to mention what's wrong getting away for two weeks? Italy and France are absolutely beautiful." 

"I'm not going to follow you to another country." Harry says, dismissing the conversation and leaving the bedroom to head downstairs.

"So just like that you end the conversation?" I ask, following behind him.

"Yes, because I don't want to go." He says, raising his voice.

"Why not?" I ask, pulling his wrist back to refrain him to keep walking.

"I'm not leaving my son with his mother for two weeks so I can go stay in a hotel for two weeks," Harry starts, making my teeth dig into my bottom lip. "Congrats on your brand expanding, I'm proud. I just don't want to go, so stop forcing it on me," I stare at Harry who's standing in front of me. He's so proud that he doesn't even want to come support me. "If you forgot we just bought a house, in a month this condo is not ours. We still have to move."

"We can finish packing this week and move into the house in two. Stop giving me bullshit excuses." I say, scoffing.

"I'm not giving you bullshit excuses!" He says, raising his voice. "I'm not dropping everything I have working on to go be your bitch in Italy and France!" His eyes widen and his words sting my heart.

"What do you have working on?" I ask. Harry shakes his head and walks to the kitchen. "Really? Walking away again?" 

As we walk into the kitchen Harry gives me a folder that's pretty thick. I open it and land my eyes on paperwork. I scan the words and read in all bold what he's working on. "You're opening another restaurant?" I ask.

"Yes." He answers.

"When were you going to tell me?" I ask, offended that he kept this away from me.

"I just signed the paperwork today. I was going to tell you." Harry says, the tone in his voice still sounds bothered by our conversation about me wanting him to come on my trip.

"Don't they have to build the new restaurant and stuff? How does this affect you being away for two weeks? You don't even have to stay the full two weeks."

"Can we please just stop talking about this?" He says, closing his eyes and pinching his temples.

"No! Do you not realize how big this is for me?" I say while practically shouting. "Those two weeks can do so much for my brand, and all I'm asking is that you come for at least a few days."

Harry falls silent and looks at me. "I know this is big for you Quinn, and I'm proud--"

"If you were proud then you wouldn't snap at me asking you and start with saying congratulations or some shit. I did this all by myself and had no support. Do you think Derek gave two shits about HQ? No, I did all my business trips alone as he was banging your sister." 

"All by yourself? That's fucking hysterical. People only invested because your Dad is the Mayor and your Mom is known across the whole world for her hotels."

Without even thinking I feel my hand go across his cheek. 

Harry holds his cheek and I stand wide eyed at what I just did. I'm never violent, never. I cover my mouth and feel tears brim my eyes. He stares at me with soft eyes and I just shake my head. "I didn't mean that Quinn I'm--" 

I don't say anything.

He's not the first to say to me that I'm only here because of my parents name. It just hurts more because it's coming from someone who I thought was actually proud of me. He doesn't even know half the things I had to do to get investors. 

I slide the ring off my finger and leave it on the counter. I begin to walk away, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Quinn!" Harry shouts behind me.

I grab my car keys that are on the table in the foyer and try to leave. "Quinn--"

"No, fuck you. Leave me alone." I say, trying to get out of his grasp. His arms are around me tightly and his fingers stroke my hair.  

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, so fucking sorry. Please don't leave, we'll talk about this." I don't say anything because I just break down crying. I'm disappointed in myself for slapping him, and I'm upset by the fact he thinks I used my parents names as my advantage. 

"I deserved to be slapped. I know you worked hard, I just went low blow because I was mad. I didn't mean it, I swear to god I didn't." He adds.

I push away from him and walk upstairs. I slam the bedroom door behind me, and lock the door. I start crying more though.

A://N

Good evening peeps. how's everyone doing?

if this gets 50ish commnets i'll update again :)

~lauren