Quinn POV

It's been a few days since I've last spoken to Harry.

I tend to ignore his texts or turn off my phone in general so I'm not tempted to respond.

I went out with my Father yesterday for lunch, which was nice. I didn't know he had a sense of humour to him that was laughable. Recently I've just looked at him like a serious person who never had a day off. Now he seems a bit more relaxed and fun which is odd.

My Mom is leaving tomorrow for I think California where she's opening up more hotels of hers.

Currently Faith and I are seated in the dining room with our parents who wanted to speak to us.

My Dad has his eyes on me and they're soft. "Before I left tomorrow for my flight, your Father and I wanted to speak to you girls both." She states.

It's probably just her saying we have to attend press things for her launch of hotels and my father's up coming campaign for re-election. We usually get this talk every year.

Faith and I look to our parents who are sitting across from us. "We're getting a divorce." She says without hesitation.

My eyes widen and I feel the air in my lungs leave completely by her bluntness.

"What?" Faith asks. She sounds just as confused as I am right now.

"We're getting a divorce. We're nearly through it actually." She tells us.

I'm numb.

"What? Why?" I ask.

"We've just lost love for each other over the years, and that's okay. We've both thought that now, since you guys are older, it would be best if we did it now." My Father chimes in.

I remain unspoken after that. "This will be your Father's house. I'm moving ten minutes from here, but I'm also living in New York and California." My Mom adds.

"Oh," Faith says. She looks over at me and we both give each other a similar look. "Uh, okay."

She's speechless like me.

Now there will be no family dinners.

No Christmas's together.

No joint Thanksgivings with both sides of the family.

We're not a family anymore.

I stand up from the table, excusing myself to get some air outside.

I close my front door behind me and walk down my porch quickly. My heart is racing and I feel as if my world is nearly falling apart before me. What's next? My Mom gets remarried and forgets about me more?

I stand by my car, leaning my head against the window. I screw my eyes shut and ignore the fact that it's forty degrees out and I'm only wearing a tee shirt and leggings.

My breaths are shaky and I feel sick. What am I supposed to think now if my Father gets a girlfriend? Or my mother gets a boyfriend?

I feel a hand rest on my lower back and a body slip beside mine. "Quinn, you're going to get sick if you're out here in only a teeshirt." I hear Harry tell me.

I can't speak, cause if I do I'll feel like crying.

My Mom isn't going to live in the same house as me. I'll never see her now, and my Father...who knows where he will be.

I feel Harry's arms wrap around body and his hold on me becomes tight. "What's wrong Quinn?" He asks.

I don't cry. I'm too shocked to even speak. I'm too, sad to even explain how I feel. I've always looked up to my parents marriage as a reference to my future. Even though they both need to travel a lot, and they both have their jobs, they still make time to be with one another and remain married because they love each other.

I guess I was wrong all along.

I take my head of his chest and see his green eyes stare down at me. "Can we just go somewhere for a while?"I ask.

"Of course." He says while taking my hand and kissing the top of my head. "Go sit in my truck, okay? I'll go grab my keys; the door is unlocked."

I nod and walk towards his truck that's by the curb.

A://N

Short chapter sorry!!

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