Harry POV

I feel bad just leaving Quinn's house after practically already sleeping over.

I told my Mom I'd only be out for a few hours, and it's two in the morning now. Not to mention, Alyssa always likes to know where I'm going. I also told her I'd be back and wake her up when I'm home, which I didn't.

I walk into my living room and hear the TV on low. I wipe my tired eyes and see my Mom watching TV. Her brown eyes glance over at me. "Why are you still up?" I ask.

"Why are you home late?" She asks me. I see Lola sleeping in her arms and a tired look is on my Mom's face.

"I fell asleep at Quinn's house," I tell her.

"Hm," She says. Her eyes look back to my sister than to me. "Next time just say you'll be back in the morning."

"I didn't mean to fall asleep over there." I say to my Mom.

"Okay," She yawns. "Get to bed though. You know one of them will be waking you up at the crack of dawn." My Mom says.

"Will do," I lean over and kiss her cheek. "Good night."

"Goodnight sweetie," I walk into my bedroom and see Alyssa in my bed sleeping. I take off my shoes and place them by my closet. I lay down on my mattress and see my little sister turn around and look at me.

"Hazza?" Her tired voice says. She rubs her eyes.

"Yes?" I ask in a whisper.

Alyssa doesn't say anything. She just cuddles into my chest and wraps her arms around me. "I thought you weren't coming back." She says sadly.

I frown at her words and kiss the top of her head. "I lost track of time, I'm sorry," I say in a gentle whisper.

Her small head nuzzles against me more and I stroke her curls. I soon see her eyes close and mine soon follow.

***

I'm at Zayn's house currently.

Our friend, Tom, is over as well. We're in Zayn's room playing Xbox like usual while them two drink beers.

I had one, and that was good for me. They're on their third now. "How's Carly?" I ask Tom as my turn comes around to play.

"Great," He answers happily.

Zayn starts giggling beside me. I roll my eyes at his laughter and continue to play. "Why's Zayn laughing?" Tom asks curiously.

"I don't know. I'm pretty sure he's drunk." I come up with.

"No, I'm not drunk," Zayn buts in. "I'm just laughing because Tom had found a nice girl. Someone who isn't annoying or needy. And Harry is with the opposite."

I remain silent and keep playing. "Woah, who are you with Harry? You haven't mentioned anything." Tom asks me.

I have a small group of friends, which consist of Zayn, Tom, Erica, Zayn's girlfriend, and Carly, Tom's girlfriend. They're all great people, but they're not really open minded to anything besides what they know. And what they know is to dislike the popular people at school who are wealthy and act snobby.

"Because he's seeing Quinn Adam's." Zayn answers for me.

"What?!" Tom exclaims. "Get out of here."

"She's not a bad person." I defend.

"Why are you with her?" He asks me curiously.

"Cause of the sex probably." Zayn says through a giggle.

I roll my eyes. "We haven't even had sex, Zayn. So, no. How's it wrong to just like her?"

"Should we make a list?" They ask at the same time. Him and Zayn laugh again by that.

"She seems clingy as hell," Zayn says to me.

"Quinn's not," I tell them.

"Are you guys like in a relationship? Or is it a summer fling?" Tom asks me curiously.

"We're not in a relationship, but it's not a summer fling." I answer. I glance over my shoulder and see they're giving each other looks. "What?" I ask.

"Will she be willing to see you during the school year?" He asks me.

"I don't know. I'm taking it one day at a time," I say, dismissing the conversation. "It's your turn." I say while giving the remote to Tom who takes it.

We switch spots and while they play and chat about whatever I take out my phone.

Quinn: did you finish your essay?

Me: yes

Quinn: how many words did you have?

Me: a lot

Quinn: ...

Quinn: thanks for the help

Me: anytime

Me: are we still on for tonight?

Quinn: I don't know , my parents are home

Me: and?

She doesn't reply for five minutes, which makes me assume the answer.

I roll my eyes and lock my phone. I look back over to Zayn and Tom, and they're still playing the game and talking.

I stand up from the chair I'm seated in and run my hand through my hair. "I'm grabbing a beer. Anyone want me to get them one?" I ask.

They both want another, so I get them it.

A://N

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