Harry POV

I lay in bed Friday morning just staring up at my ceiling fan. 

I should get ready for work, but I just don't feel like getting up from my comfortable position on my mattress. I feel paralyzed almost.

I hear the door to this room creak open and soon the other side of the bed become dented with my girlfriend's body. "Babe you have to be at work in an hour." Wendy says through a chuckle.

I glance over at my girlfriend and sigh. "I don't have to go." I bring up with a grin. Perks of being your own boss I guess.

"You said you were though," Wendy reminds me while poking my cheek. "Anyways, I have to get going. I'll be home around six tonight." 

I sit up in bed and groan by changing my position. I run my fingers through my messy hair and let out a loud yawn. "Have a good day." I say while leaning in and kissing her rosy cheek. 

A few moments later she leaves our bedroom and I fall back on the bed I'm still laying in.

I'll take a sick day today. I'm really not in the mood to leave the house if I'm being honest. Since I saw my parents in my old town, I just haven't felt good. My thoughts have been on one person and that person only, which I hate.

I screw my eyes shut and try to think of something that makes my mood better and not worse.

Quinn POV

I just finished up a meeting and I think it went decently well considering it was mostly just me talking. 

I have to have my sketches finalized in three weeks though. That doesn't sound so bad but I have to create at least 15 lingerie designs. Within these designs I have to have different color options, and also make sure I'm not repetitive with the prints.

I also get very distracted so that doesn't help. 

I have three designs completed and I have only another 12 to come up with. I might have Kelsey help me out with ideas, but I hate asking for help.

I sit down at my desk and lean back in my chair. I take off my heels and sigh in relief. My feet are killing me and these shitty heels are causing me a great deal of pain.

I reach for my phone resting on my desk and see a missed call from my Father. I unlock my phone and call him back. 

I press my phone against my ear and let my hair out of it's tight bun. I run my fingers through my hair and feel my head relax by my hair being down finally.

He answers on the second ring. "Hello Darling." My Father says with a peppy tone.

"Hi," I greet. "Did you call?"

"Yes. What did you want me to make for dinner?" He asks.

"Whatever is fine. It's just us two." I say while

"Derek isn't coming to dinner?" My Dad asks. His voice turns annoyed by the mention of Derek.

"Of course he isn't." I say with a small chuckle.

"Cunt bag," I hear him mutter. "Pasta and sauce it is then." I smile by his words.

"Sounds swell. I'll be over by four." I tell him. I don't feel like staying here until six. 

"Okay. I'll see you then. Drive safely sweetie." He says in a kind voice.

"Will do." I answer while grabbing my sketchbook resting beside me.

A few moments later our call ends and the room falls silent. 

I miss when Derek would show up randomly for lunch or to simply say hello. 

Now it's amazing if we even text. 

I look down to the ring on my finger and feel my heart pinch. I don't know why I still wear it if I'm being honest. I don't even know why I allow him to still have this power over me when I haven't seen him in years.

I slide the diamond ring off of my finger and shake my head by the feeling. I put it back on, not liking the feeling of not having the ring on. 

I turn on my music and place my earbuds in my ears. I blast my music to drown my thoughts and only think about the sketches I need to do.

***

I got to my Dad's by four thirty. 

Pulling up into my old house feels weird to me. I used to love this town and the memories that came with it. Now thinking about it, I only feel sad. 

I went into my old bedroom and felt a whirlwind of memories hit me. I could only be in there for so long without breaking down into tears.

Currently I'm in the kitchen, helping my Dad cook dinner. 

"Do you mind taking out the trash?" He asks me.

"Not at all." I say with a gentle smile.

I wipe my dirty hands on the dish towel and grab the black bag resting by the counter. I lean down to grab it then leave the house.

I walk to the cans upfront and place the heavy bag into the black can. 

When I begin to walk back to my house I hear the front door slam then a voice follow it. "Sorry Mom!" I hear a familiar voice say. 

I stare at the boy leaving the Styles household and see he's taking out trash as well. I look back to my house and begin to walk again.

Is that Evan?

He got so tall and older looking, my god. 

"Quinn?" I hear a voice call. I turn around and see, I assume Evan, looking at me with a tilted head.

I walk over to him slowly and smile gently. "Hello." I greet with a small smile.

"What are you doing in town? You're never here." He questions me with a grin. His eyes are more hazel now and he still has deep dimples. Evan's hair is also still a light brown.

"I figured I should visit my Dad," I say with a smile. "How are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm okay," He says with shrugging shoulders. "You?"

"I'm uh," I pause and sigh. "Fairly decent." I say. 

Evan grins at me which makes me chuckle. "What?" I ask.

"Harry says the same thing when I ask him how he's doing." His younger brother hums sweetly.

Hearing someone say his name makes my heart pinch.

"Good to know," I say with a small snicker. "He's not here is he?" 

"No, he's not," Evan answers. "If he was, Mom would've made him take out the trash." He tells me, which makes me smile. 

Our conversation gets cut off by the door to his house reopening and closing. I see Anne standing on the porch looking at us. "Quinn?" She asks with a tilted head.

"Hi Mrs. Styles." I greet with a simple wave.

She drapes her cardigan over her body and walks over to us. A wide smile is on her lips, which eases my nerves. "How are you doing? I haven't seen you in ages!" She exclaims happily

"I'm doing okay. I can't complain." I say. I run my fingers through my hair and shrug my shoulders. "How are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm getting there." Anne tells me with a simple smile and soft eyes that turned glossy.

Alyssa died exactly four years ago. 

Her cancer went all over her body and was too much to cure.

Thinking about her death makes me tear up because if we would trade spots, I would in a heart beat.

"How's Chris and Lola?" I ask them, changing the topic a little.

"Chris is still a douche at times," Evan answers. Anne pinches his arm by the swear which makes him jerk by the pain. "Lola is fine." He adds.

"That's good." I say with a small grin. 

"How long are you in town for?" Anne asks me.

"Just for dinner with my Dad tonight." I answer. 

"Next time you stop by let me know. I'd love to catch up with you Quinn." She says to me with a grin.

"Really?" I ask.

"Of course!" She exclaims. 

Evan walks towards the garbage cans to put the trash away that he has yet to do. That leaves Anne and I alone. "Anyone special in your life?" Anne asks me with a smug smile.

"I'm about to get a dog." I answer, which makes her laugh as well as myself.

"Sounds lovely," She says. "Well, I don't want to hold you up from your Dad. You have a lovely night darling." 

"You too," I say sincerely. Before she walks away I speak. "Mrs. Styles?" I ask.

"It's Anne, Quinn," She reminds me while turning around. "And yes?"

"Um," I pause, unable to ask the question I want too. "Is Harry with anyone?" 

"Is he," She says which makes my eyes burn, "But she doesn't compare to you, in my opinion." 

"Is he happy?" I ask.

"I don't know anymore, if I'm being honest." Anne says with shrugging shoulders.

I nod and say my final goodbye to both Evan and Anne before walking back into my house.

I let out a deep sigh and wipe my eyes that let a few tears out.

A://N

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