Quinn POV

When Joy was over, it was more of a therapy session for her because her and David are having problems. I didn't mind giving advice, or letting her rant. But, I do wish we were close like how we were last year.

Harry is over now and we're watching a movie. It's Friends with Benefits. I've never seen it as well as Harry so, we thought that would be fine to watch.

Harry is wearing sweatpants and a white tee shirt and I'm wearing leggings and a striped white and blue top. I haven't felt cute all day, and I assume it's because my period is coming. So, that's why I'm wearing this outfit instead of something more appealing. Hopefully tomorrow I feel better because I have an AP class and I'm going to be in public.

"What time do you have to be home by?" I ask Harry. My head is rested on his shoulder and his hand is rested on top of mine.

"Doesn't matter," He admits. I nod against his shoulder and focus my attention back on the TV.

"Does that mean you can spend the night?" I ask.

"Yes." Harry says through a snicker. I smile to myself and cuddle my head into his chest more. I feel his lips touch the top of my head and my cheek, which makes my eyes close a little.

I drape my arm over his torso and relax my body into his. "Can I get you anything?" I ask him.

"No, I'm good." He responds.

"Okay," I yawn a little.

"Are you going to bed in leggings?" Harry asks me.

"I usually wear a tee shirt and boy shorts. Or a tee shirt and pyjama pants. But since you're staying over I don't know. I might just wear this." I explain briefly.

"Feel free to wear the first option," Harry says, which makes me nudge him. He snickers to himself and I chuckle.

"Very funny." I say.

"I've seen you in a bikini, so what's the difference?" Harry asks.

"Shut up." I say, which makes him laugh.

"Wear whatever makes you comfortable Quinn. I don't care." Harry yawns.

I look up and see Harry looking tired. "Are you going to fall asleep soon?" I ask.

"Probably," He wipes his eyes. "I worked from four in the morning until three in the afternoon." I frown by his words.

"Why so early?" I ask curiously.

"Because Evans birthday is soon and I need extra money to get him gifts." Harry admits to me through a tired sounding sentence.

My heart swells by his words. I kiss his cheek and smile softly. "What do you usually sleep in?" I ask.

"Alyssa tends to come into my room a lot, so sweatpants and a shirt. When she doesn't come into my room, boxers." Harry tells me.

"You can sleep in your boxers," I tell him. "And I'll sleep in my boy shorts and tee shirt."

"You sure?" He asks me. I nod.

I get out of bed and go to my dresser and grab my usual things. I rummage around for a tee shirt though that's comfortable. I huff when I can't find one of my usual ones.

"I'm using your hoodie," I tell Harry.

"Okay," He snickers. I grab his grey hoodie that's beside my bed and slip it onto my body. It falls to my thighs which makes me snicker.

I exit my room real quick to change, then walk back in. Harry is sitting up on my bed typing on his phone. He's wearing his shirt and he's in his boxers. I lay back down beside him, and he locks his phone.

"Comfortable?" I ask him.

Harry lays down beside me and nods. My head nuzzles into his chest and his arms wrap around me.

"What about you?" Harry asks me through a slight snicker.

"I'm very comfortable." I say with a small smile. Our attention goes back to the movie and silence falls between us. I find it nice being like this with Harry. I'm just not sure it's good that I'm already this comfortable with him.

***

My eyes open to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I reach over and turn off my phone that's on my nightstand.

I lay back down glance over my shoulder. Harry is sleeping behind me still. His eyes are screwed shut and his lips are parted open a bit.

I notice he's shirtless now, and his white shirt is by his legs. I lean over and kiss his cheek before slipping out of bed.

I go to the bathroom and wash my face as well as brush my teeth. I do my usual moisturiser routine as well as my skin care routine.

Once I'm done with all of that I walk back into my bedroom and see Harry is still sleeping peacefully.

I grab his shirt resting by the end of the bed and fold it neatly. I exit my room real quick and walk to my laundry room. I see two baskets of clean clothes I've yet to fold. I rummage around until I find one tee shirt I like to wear to bed.

I debate if I actually want to change. I like wearing Harry's hoodie, it's comfortable. But I did sleep in it, and I usually don't wear the things I went to bed in after my semi morning routine.

I slip on my shirt after taking off Harry's hoodie. I hold his grey hoodie against me though as I walk back to my room. My shirt is a normal length, so now my boy shorts are revealed and I don't know how I feel about that.

I lay back down in bed and face the boy bedside me. Sometimes I forget not everyone likes to wake up at seven during the summer.

Harry's laying on his back and has his the blankets to his chest. My head is rested on my pillow, and I look up at the ceiling fan. I would want to move closer towards him, but I figure he would like his space since he's been with me all night.

I hear his tired self groan a bit, which makes me look over at him. "What time is it?" Harry asks in a tired voice. His morning voice is soothing and raspy.

"Seven thirty." I say to him.

"Oh jeez," I hear Harry yawn.

"Is that too early?" I ask curiously. I glance over and see he's rubbing his eyes.

"I usually wake up at five or earlier everyday. I consider this sleeping in." He says. His eyes are a bit droopy out of tiredness, and Harry yawns from time to time. "What time did you wake up?" He asks.

"Not too long ago." I say. His eyes meet mine and Harry smiles softly.

His arm drapes over my body and his head nuzzles into mine. I smile softly and close my eyes.

"Did you sleep fine?" I ask.

"Yes, very much." Harry answers through a mumble. "You have a comfortable bed." He compliments.

"Thank you," I chuckle a little. I cuddle my back into him more and his hold on me becomes tighter. I feel his lips touch my cheek, which makes me smile. "Can I get you anything for breakfast? I make a mean French toast." I hum.

"You cook?" Harry questions. I sit up and turn around.

"Yep," I say. "So, is that a yes?" I ask.

"Yeah," Harry chuckles. I smile and lean in and kiss his cheek. "Do you make it from scratch?" He asks.

"Yes, I do." I say with a gentle smile. "Are you allergic to anything?"

"No," Harry tells me. I nod and slip out of bed. He does a few moments later and he stretches his back.

"Oh, does your back hurt?" I ask.

"I have back problems," He huffs. "I have to stretch it out every morning so it doesn't get stiff and crap."

"Oh," I say. I didn't know that. "Well, you can meet me downstairs when you're done. If you have to use the bathroom, it's right there," I point of the closed door in my room. "I have extra tooth brushes and stuff in there if you wanted to brush your teeth or something." I inform Harry who nods.

"Thanks." He says.

"No problem." I reply with a gentle hum. I grab my usual leggings that are rested beside my bed and slip them onto my body.

I soon leave my bedroom and head downstairs. When I walk into the kitchen I see my Dad sitting at the island drinking coffee.

A://N

Sorry for my lack of updating the past few days , school + a sport has been rough , the weekend is coming up though so I should be able to update more

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