Quinn POV

It's Saturday now and it's raining.

I have always loved the rain, so now I'm in a good mood. I was in a good mood before it started raining, so I should say I'm in a better mood.

Harry said dinner is at six, so I got ready around five. I'm nervous considering he told me that they practically hate me.

I hear a light knock on my door and I say 'it's open'. I glance over my shoulder and see Harry in the doorway. His green eyes are on me and a gentle smile is on his lips. He closes the door behind his body and walks closer to me.

"You're wearing that?" Harry asks me, which makes my eyebrows knot together in confusion. I look down to my dress and then back to my boyfriend.

"What's wrong with it?" I ask.

"I told you casual, and you chose a dress." He says with a tiled head.

"Um, this is my casual dress Harry." I say like it's obvious. It's a dark nude dress that is floral print. The flowers are subtle and match the base color well. I'm also wearing flats what are a cream color.

"I'm thinking jeans and a tee shirt. You look like we're going to the country club or something for dinner."

"I would never wear this dress in school. So it means this is part of my casual wear. And I'm also wearing flats and not heels. I scream casual," I say. He bites his lower lip by my words. "What?" I ask.

"You mostly scream you have money." Harry admits to me, which makes my eyes roll.

"It took me an hour to get ready, and now you want me to change?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes." He says. I sigh by his words.

"I'm not even dressed up that much, Harry," I defend. "I own like five pairs of jeans, and that says a lot."

"I own two pairs of jeans and they're from the tenth grade," He says which makes my shoulders shrug. "Please? I just don't want them to comment on how you look."

"What's wrong with what I look like?" I ask. "Is the dress overall bad? Should I return it? I have the recepit."

"We're going to be late, Quinn. Please just put on clothes you think make you look homeless." He's becoming snappy with me, which makes me fall silent.

I walk into my closet and grab my dark blue ripped jeans. I reach for my white shirt that has rolled up sleeves as well. I close my walk in closet door, and change. I tuck the front of the white shirt into my jeans and slip on my converse that are white as well.

My hair that was once in a half up, half down way, is now in a messy bun. I touch up my makeup that I think needs to be redone, before leaving my closet.

Harry is standing by the door, tugging his hand through his hair. I grab my coat resting on my bed and also reach for my phone and wallet.

He opens my bedroom door and we leave my room. I shut my door behind us, so my sister doesn't snoop around.

We walk downstairs and I grab an umbrella resting in the foyer. "Would you like one?" I ask my boyfriend.

"No, I'm good." Harry declines while looking over at me.

"You're going to get wet." I warn the boy standing by the front door, ready to leave.

"My car is a few feet away, I'll live." He says while looking into my eyes.

"If I show up in wet clothes will that make me look more casual?" I say sarcastically. Harry pokes his tongue through his cheek and shakes his head.

"It might mess up your hair, and the world would be over if the Quinn Adam's has frizzy hair." Harry retorts, making my eyebrow raise.

"If you wanna roast me, know my makeup is more important than my hair in the rain." I say while leaving my house with the opened umbrella. 

Harry and I walk to his truck parked by the curb between his house and mine, and I get in on the passengers side. His hair is a little damp now, and so are his clothes. Harry is wearing black jeans, that he now said are from the tenth grade. I guess that's why there are rips by his knees and why the color looks faded. His shirt black as well. 

My arms are crossed over my chest loosely and my eyes are forward. "Are you in a pissy mood now?" My boyfriend asks me as he drives.

"Why would I be in a pissy mood?" I ask. I glance over to Harry who's looking at the road.

"Because you were fine before I told you to change." Harry brings up.

"If you know why I'm in a little mood, don't ask if I am." I state, which makes him sigh.

"You're childish." He snickers.

"Me? What I was wearing was fine." I defend.

"You don't understand that we come from different backgrounds. Casual for me, is jeans and a shirt, not a dress. My friends, two whom are girls, don't wear dresses that are considered casual. I'm trying to make them like you, and showing up in a dress that looks expensive isn't gonna help." Harry explains.

"Don't you want me to be myself?" I ask curiously.

"No offense, but they don't like you that much. Just pretend that you're--I don't know, not rich." He says, which makes my eyebrows furrow together.

"That makes no sense, I don't act rich." Harry laughs by my words.

"Quinn, just don't seem disgusted by things, okay?" 

"Fine." I say while leaning back in the seat. "What do you guys talk about? Trucks? Sports? Um, school?" I ask.

"Not really school, we don't watch sports, and I'm the only one with a truck, so no." Harry answers. I sigh. "Everything will be fine, okay?"

"You're making me change everything about me for them to like me. They're probably still not going to like me, but if they do, they'll like the fake Quinn." We're at a red light now, so I look over to Harry who's looking at me.

"I just asked you to change your clothes." He says with a chuckle.

"And not act rich, which I didn't know was a thing." I say with lowering shoulders. 

"Meaning, don't act picky with stuff," Harry leans over and kisses me.

"Where are we even eating at?" I ask.

"Apple Bee's," Harry answers. My eyebrows narrow, but I nod. "Never been?"

"Nope." I answer. "Is it like, good?" 

"Yeah, their food is good." My boyfriend answers. His hand slips on top of mine and my fingers trace along his skin. I hear him snicker a little, which makes me smile.

"Is their food fattening?" 

"You're worried about calories now?" He asks with a slight snicker.

"Well, prom is a few months away and I need to maintain my weight and all." I say simply. "Did the dress I had on make me look fat?" 

"Of course not," He answers. "Why would you ask that?"

"Well, I haven't been around Joy lately so I don't know what makes me look fat. She would always tell me if I look bad. Like the dress I wore last Monday, she said it made me look fat, so I'll never wear it again. So, you have to be my Joy until she gets her head out of Kay's ass." I explain simply.

"You never look fat to me. I always think you look nice, and her telling you you looked fat in something isn't really nice."

"But I asked her opinion. Maybe you're just biased because you're my boyfriend?" I offer.

"I've seen some—bigger woman, and I've seen some smaller ones. You don't call under the bigger category, so to me you're not big."

"Is big code word for fat?" I ask.

"Interrupt it however you want, I'm just saying, in my eyes your body is perfectly fine. And every dress you wear looks amazing on you." My boyfriend says through a slight hum.

I just nod, dismissing the conversation. I look forward now and see we're coming to Apple Bee's. It looks a little busy, which I think is good. Sitting in an empty restaurant is very awkward for me.

Harry parks his truck and unbuckles his seat belt. He leans over and kisses me and gives me a friendly smile.

Now I'm nervous.

A://N

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