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Quinn POV
It's the same day and I'm outside in my backyard. I watered the flowers like usual, but now I'm just lingering outside in hopes to see Harry come outside.
It's seven at night now and I feel bad for the way I was towards Harry this afternoon in class. I don't know why, but I was just acting bitchy.
My feet are dipped into my pool and I just think about how I think I offended him.
"Are we friends?"
"Sure."
Way to go me.
I hear Harry's backdoor open and hear feet run outside quickly. I assume it's his siblings. I know only some of of their names, which are Chris and Alyssa and Tyler. I know he's mentioned the rest of their names, I just can't think of them right now.
"Guys get in the house!" I hear Harry shout to his siblings who are in the backyard.
I hear muffled groans and whispers come from them, then they walk back inside. I take my feet out of my pool and walk over to my fence and see Harry picking up toys that are over his yard. He looks a bit annoyed, which makes me curious.
Harry glances over in my direction then down to his toys left on the grass. He continues his actions, and ignores me.
"Can we talk?" I ask timidly.
"Why?" His eyes look over at me. They look tired and bored, which makes me bite my lip.
"Because I want to talk to you?" I say in a way that sounds more like a question then an answer.
Harry lets out a small huff and walks over to me. His arms don't hang over the fence with a playful smile like usual. He just looks bothered with me. My heart pinches by the look he's giving me.
"I'm sorry for how I acted today," I say. "I was just in a bad mood."
"Wow, you said sorry for something," I think he says jokingly.
"Obviously I consider you a friend. If I didn't I wouldn't have been talking to you still," I tell him. My voice is quick. When I'm nervous I talk fast and stammer.
"Cool," He says plainly. "Anything else?"
"I'm sorry," I give a little dog pout. "Forgive me for being mean?"
"Sure," His eyes look into mine. They're tense but I don't think it's because of what happened in English.
"Everything okay?" I ask with a tiled head.
"Yeah, why?" He asks. His green eyes glance away from my stare down to his feet where he seems to be playing with a rock.
"Did anything happen?" I ask Harry who is now biting his lower pink lip. I seem him swallow and his hand run through his curls.
"Nothing you need to worry about," He says in a gentle voice. "Anything else?" His eyes glance to his house then to me.
"Is your Mom home?" I ask.
"Yeah," He answers.
"Do you want to hangout at my house with me?" I offer. My fingers play with one another nervously. "We can watch bad movies and eat popcorn." I add with a faint smile.
"Maybe another time. I'm not in the mood to be around anyone now," He says in a low voice, which makes me wonder what happened today. "Goodnight Quinn," Harry says before turning around and walking away.
He didn't even say Quinta.
I bite my lower lip and hang my head a little. I let out a small sigh and walk away. I walk back into my house that's quiet and makes me feel lonely.
I take out my phone that was in my pocket and text Joy.
Me: girls night? my house?
Joy: ahhhh i made plans with david, juls, and her bf :/
Joy: tomorrow we can have a girls night. we can have it at my house and have kay, kat, juls, and Regina come
Me: can it just be us?
Joy: but that wouldn't be really girls night
Joy: more like us hanging out like usual
Me: oh
Me: ill see
Joy: ok!! gtg
I don't respond. I just lock my phone and place it on the counter of my island.
What's wrong with just hanging out with me? Why does Joy always want Kay or her friends to be with us when we do hangout? I understand sometimes, but lately it's been all the time. It makes me sad because we used to be so close. Lately she's been more and more distant from me.
I take a seat on the stool and close my eyes tiredly.
My phone beeps beside me and I glance at my screen lazily.
Harry: is the invitation still valid?
***
Harry and I sit on my couch, watching a movie. It's pretty shitty, but we get a few laughs out of it. Usually our laughs were because something cringy happened.
We haven't talked about anything really. We've been just watching movies on repeat for however long he's been over my house. I don't mind, as long as he's over I'm okay.
I see his green eyes break off of the TV, and look around my large living room. My fingers play with my lip, and I'm tempted to make conversation. "You have a nice house," He compliments while looking around.
"Thank you," I say in a gentle voice. This is the first time he's ever stepped a foot inside my house. Usually we hangout around town or in my backyard. I got a little nervous about him coming over because I didn't clean like how I usually do when I have guests come over. "I'm sorry if it's a little messy." I add, which makes him look over at me with a confused look.
"Messy?" He questions.
"Y-Yeah," I say. "I haven't cleaned in a while. There is dust probably everywhere. And the throw pillows were a mess, I'm sorry about that." His head shakes at my words and he lets out a small snicker. I know Kay and Kat would make fun out the pillows being uneven and messy.
"Your version of messy and mine are completely different. I've never seen a house this neat before." Harry tells me.
"Well, when my sister is home and parents, it's really clean. I try to keep it like that, but it's hard when it's just me, you know?" I say. His eyes look into mine like I'm crazy.
"If you call this messy, then you should come over my houseone day. You'll think a bomb blew off," A small snicker leaves his pink lips.
Silence falls between us and we just stare at each other. I gulp down the lump formed in my throat and speak. "You're not mad at me are you?" I ask timidly.
"I wouldn't be here if I was," He says while leaning back into the couch.
"Why were you a little off a while ago then?" I ask curiously.
"Why were you a bitch in English?" Harry asks me. His swear makes my eyes widen slightly.
"Calling a female a bitch isn't nice." I tell my friend who smirks a little by my words.
"I never said I was nice," Harry retorts, which makes my eyes roll a bit. "Why were you in a mood?"
"You said you live with women. Put the pieces together." I say which makes him laugh. A twitching smile curves on my lips.
"Gotcha," He says with crinkled eyes and dimples on his rosy cheeks.
"What about you?" I ask while leaning back on my couch. I sit on my side so I can look at him still.
Harry doesn't respond for a few moments. He just plays with the rip in his jeans. "I got laid off from the pizzeria," He tells me in a soft voice. "I know that sounds like a stupid for me to be upset about, but the extra money does really help out."
His eyes look into mine, but he looks away. "Why did they fire you?" I ask.
"They wanted more females working there to bring in more business," Harry says while shaking his head. His fingers tug through his curls. "It's hard finding a job in town, and I hate working at the country club more than I have too. Despite the tips being good and the salary is good, I hate the people and my snobby co-workers."
"What pizzeria is it?" I ask.
"The one down the block," He answers through a sigh. "It's really bullshit because all the girls who work there now, show up late all the time. Half of the days I work there is me covering shifts," My friend rants through a groan.
"My Mom's hotel out of town is hiring in the restaurant part," I bring up. "I can put in a word for you."
"Your Mom hates me," Harry says through a snicker.
"She doesn't know who is hired and who isn't. Only the manager of the building does. And I don't think she hates you," I explain briefly.
"I'm not asking that from you," He tells me, which makes me huff.
"You never asked me," I hum. "The tips there are lovely. I worked there for a few days last year and it was cool," Harry's head tilts at me. "I'm not taking no for an answer. I'll keep you posted." I say sweetly.
"Thanks Quinn." His voice sounds gentle.
"That's what friends do right?" I say, which makes him chuckle as well as myself.
"You seemed to be in a little funk earlier when I came over," Harry brings up, which makes my lingering smile fade. "Did something happen?"
"Just," I pause, unable to explain. "The usual,"
"Which is?" His eyes look back into mine, and they're questioning me.
"Me feeling like nothing to someone," My fingers play with one another and I look down to my lap then back up to my friend.
"Joy troubles or family?"
"My family is always a trouble," I say in advanced. "Joy just never wants to hangout with me alone anymore. She always wants Kay and whomever to join us. I'm fun to hangout with, right?" I ask Harry.
"Yeah," His answer is delayed.
"I'm not?" I ask. "I think I'm fun."
"To me you're more interesting than fun. So, I wouldn't really use that word to describe you," He tells me. I huff and lean back on my couch more. "But, usually if a friend does that, it means they're doing things that they know you don't approve of. My friend Zayn smokes weed on Friday nights with some of our other friends. So, I understand a little."
"Joy wouldn't do drugs," I say. His eyebrow raises at me, and I bite my lower lip.
"I wouldn't ask her. But, sometimes people like to do their own thing with people who like doing those things." Harry tells me.
I remain silent, but let out a sigh. "You should be a therapist," I tell Harry. He laughs and I smile gently.
"Thanks." His head shakes with a gentle smile. His dimples are still on his cheeks, and that makes me grin a little.
"Am I a boring person?" I ask him.
"I wouldn't be here if you were," The boy beside me says through a hum. "You liked to be assured of things, don't you?"
My eyebrows knot by the question. "What does that mean?" I ask.
"You like to be assured that you aren't something. Like boring for example. You sometimes ask me I'm not blank, am I?" Harry observes.
"I like having other peoples opinions," I say. "How's that bad?"
"It's not bad," My friend snickers. "I'm just saying, I noticed that."
"Well, thanks for noticing." I say. He gives me a gentle grin and looks me in the eyes. I let out a small sigh and tiredly run my hand through my brown hair. "What made you change your mind by the way?"
"About?" He asks.
"Coming over," I say.
"I don't know," Harry plays with the rip in his jean again. "I like hanging out with you and I thought I shouldn't sulk about being fired." He tells me briefly.
"Well, feel free to come over as you please. I'm never really busy," I say. "Besides Tuesdays and Thursday mornings. Tuesdays is my spa day." I add quickly.
"Spa day?" He asks, his voice sounds confused.
"I get my nails done. I have my usual facial, massage, etc." I explain. His eyebrows furrow and he looks confused. "What?"
"Why do you do that every week?"
"Because if not, I turn gross. No one likes an ugly Quinn with pimples and greasy skin." I say. His eyes roll playfully and he shakes his head at me.
"I highly doubt that," Harry says. "If you don't want pimples, maybe stop with the face makeup." I scoff at his words, which makes him snicker.
"It isn't as tacky and heavy as Kay who doesn't blend down into her neck," I find myself saying.
"I haven't noticed," He says, which makes my eyes roll.
Of course he hasn't.
"Well, it's ugly to me." I say, dismissing the conversation. His eyes are on me, like he's trying to read my thoughts. "What?"
"You get tense when you talk about Kay,"
"I don't like her," I say in summery.
"Why? She's nice." My throat closes by his sentence and I just give a fake smile to cover up anything I'm feeling.
"That's cool," I dismiss the conversation. "Should we change the movie?" I grab the remote and look to the TV. Harry rests his hand on mine, which makes me look at him slowly. His hands aren't the softest, but it's a different feeling to be touching his hand. It's not a bad feeling either.
"I'm sorry if I said something that ticked you off." His green eyes look soft.
"You didn't," I say with a fake smile.
"Stop smiling at me. I know it's a fake one," His voice is serious but gentle. I gulp the lump down in my throat.
"You hangout with me too much," I find myself saying.
"Maybe so. But if you need to talk, I'm always here." He tells me. I bite my lower lip by his words.
"Same goes to you," I say while breaking my eyes out of his intense stare.
His hand slips off of mine, but he still sits close next to my body. Our knees are beside one another as we watch some romantic comedy that he picked out on Netflix a few minutes later.
What makes my body go stiff is the feeling of his hand slipping on top of mine. Harry just squeezes my hand reassuringly and puts his hand back on his lap. I felt my cheeks flush by his touch that was quick, but made my heart rate increase.
A://N
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~lauren
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