Quinn POV

"What?" I ask Faith who just saw Harry and I kiss. I was hoping I heard what she said wrong.

A smile creeps onto her pink lips and she sips her drink. "You heard what I said, Quinn." She says through a hum. 

"I don't have to answer you." I say.

"So, if I told Mom and Dad that you're seeing the boy next door, what will you say?" Faith brings up with some sort of joy on her face. 

"Mind your own business." I find myself saying.

"All I'm asking is if that's your summer fling." My sister plays off.

"I don't know what we are, but it's still none of your business who I see." I repeat. 

"You went from Richard to what? Tyler? Is that is name?" Faith asks me.

"His name is Harry," I say a little more sternly. "And there is nothing wrong with him. Just because he doesn't come from money doesn't mean that he isn't a good guy." 

"If you guys, lets say, end up together years from now. Do you really think he'll be the man who brings in the money for you both to live off of? Because all I see is him being like his Dad, and you being his Mom. When you were with Richard, I didn't see that." She tells me.

"You don't know him," I say defensively. 

"And? I don't need to know him to figure out that he won't end up as someone like us. Mom and Dad always said to date someone we are comfortable with and know. Richard, we know. He will bring in money, unlike Harry."

"Not everything is about money," I say. Her eyes roll at my response. "And you're acting like I'm marrying him tomorrow. We are just dating and stuff, stop making a big deal about it." 

"I don't want my life to be affected by your poor choices. Word goes fast around town about our family. If someone sees you and Harry holding hands or kissing in public, our family will get hate, because you're with the poorest boy in town, maybe the whole state. His family is the definition of white trash, yet you're attached to that?" 

My stomach burns with anger and my jaw is tense from biting down. "Okay." I say simply.

"Okay?" My sisters eyebrows knot at me. 

"Yes, okay." I say again. 

Her eyes roll at me and she snickers. "Mom and Dad are going to flip." Faith hums.

"Will they also flip if they know that all throughout high school you did coke and smoked weed? Oh, how would your boyfriend like to know that in junior year you got so wasted you brought home some guy that you thought was him and had sex?" My words cause my sisters eyes to darken. "When I know what Harry and I actually are, I'll tell our parents. I don't need you to but in on my life now." I growl before I leave the kitchen. 

I walk upstairs and close my door behind me. I lay down on my mattress and close my eyes.

Why can't I have one person in my life who doesn't care that I'm seeing Harry? Times like this I wish I wasn't Quinn Adams. Maybe then I'd find friends easier and wouldn't care about the wealth status of a person. 

***

As I predicted, Faith is in her room the time Harry came over.

We're seated in my room currently. He just came over, so we're talking.

"How was your day?" Harry asks me.

"Still gross," I say, which makes him snicker. "What about you?" I ask.

"Still fairly decent," He answers. His green eyes stare at my face, which makes my eyebrows furrow. "You're wearing makeup."

"Am not," I scoff.

"Where are the beauty marks on your cheeks then?" Harry asks me with a raised eyebrow.

"They fell off." I say, which makes him laugh. 

"I thought we had a deal?" He brings up.

"I couldn't stand my under eye circles and little pimples, so I just added concealer. Other than that I have no make on," I say. He tilts his head at me. "And I have some powder on." I add.

"I liked seeing you without all of the layers of makeup." Harry pouts which makes me sigh. 

"Are you making me take off my concealer?" I ask. He nods, which makes me shrug. I reach for my makeup wipes on my nightstand and start wiping off my thin layer of makeup. Once I'm done, I throw out the wipe and adjust myself on my bed more. "Happy?" I ask. 

"Very," The boy across from me says through a grin. He quickly pecks my lips which makes butterflies float throughout my stomach. 

I turn on my TV and sit besides Harry, rather than across from him. I flip through the channels but stop at American Horror Story because I know he likes that show, but it kind of creeps me out. We lay down on my bed to watch the show.

I'm wearing shorts that are loose fitting but comfortable. I also have on a tee shirt that's plan white. Harry is wearing sweatpants and a white tee shirt. I like seeing him in those type of clothes. He looks more cuddly looking like that.  

"Why do you like this show?" I ask Harry who snickers.

"Getting scared again?" He asks me with a smirk. I nudge the boy beside me and he laughs again.

"I was never scared." I defend through scowling eyes that are playful.

"That's why you were hiding behind a pillow?" His eyebrow raises at me. I roll my eyes.

"Was not. I was just admiring the pattern of the pillow." I find myself saying. Harry grins at me and shakes his head. 

"You can change the channel if you'd like." He says.

"No, I'm fine watching it." I say with a gentle smile. He nods and looks back to the TV screen. I  see some weird thing on the screen that makes my face scrunch. "Can I get you anything?" I ask.

"No, I'm good," Harry says kindly. "Thank you though." I nod and look back to the TV. I look around my room for a throw pillow to hold on to. 

"Hold onto this Quinn." Harry says with laughter. He hands me his grey hoodie that he wore over. I take it out of his hold and press it against my chest as we watch the show he likes. I don't know why I find this show so disturbing. 

"Thanks." I say.

"No need." He snickers. 

We go back to watching the show, and I feel better now since holding onto something. I feel Harry's hand slip on top of my thigh a few moments later. My eyes glance down at his hand I see his thumb is drawing small circles on my skin. 

I move closer towards Harry until my head is rested on his shoulder. I feel his lips touch the top of my head, which makes me smile gently. 

I remember hardly ever cuddling with Richard. He said he hates cuddling because he finds it uncomfortable. But at times I'm just in a mood to cuddle and he never wanted too. Even me just having my head on his shoulder he hated.

I zone back into reality and look at the TV screen. "Are you comfortable?" I hear Harry asks me.

I nod against his shoulder and close my eyes. Harry moves position on my bed, which makes my eyes open. "Lay on your side," He says. I don't argue or disagree. I lay on my side and feel him cuddle into my back. His arm drapes around my stomach and our legs intertwine. I close my eyes as Harry kisses my cheek.

"Goodnight Quinn." His voice is low but soothing. 

"Night." I yawn.

I soon find myself falling asleep. 

***

A few hours later I feel a hand shake me. My tired eyes open and I see Harry hovered over me. "Hey, I got to go home. I just wanted to tell you I'm leaving." His voice is in a whisper.

"What time is it?" I ask through a yawn.

"Two in the morning. I fell asleep." Harry tells me.

"You can spend the night if you want," I offer. "You're already here and it's late." My voice is muffled. 

"I would love too but I can't tonight. I'm sorry." His voice is still low.

"It's okay. Text me when you're home." I say, which makes Harry snicker.

"Will do." He kisses the top of my head before getting out of bed. Once I hear my bedroom door close I frown. I liked sleeping beside him.

A://N

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