Quinn POV

The last time I saw Harry was on Saturday, and it's Wednesday of the following week now. He hasn't returned any of my calls nor texts. Whenever I stop by, Harry is never home nor are his parents most of the time.

He hasn't been in school in days as well. Zayn, and Tom said they haven't spoken to Harry either and whenever they stop by, no one is home.

Basically he's ghosting everyone in his life that cares about him.

I'm becoming worried to the point I feel sick thinking about where he's at or what he's doing. He can't be working all the time, that's not healthy nor right. He has school work to make up and think about.

I knock on his house door again, and look around the neighborhood, hoping to see his truck come in. I look back to the front door and sigh seeing no one has answered again.

I close my eyes and bite my lower lip. I start to walk down the porch but I hear the wooden door open. I turn around and see Anne with damp looking hair and tired eyes. "Hi Mrs. Styles." I greet her.

"It's Anne, hun," She reminds me with a grin.

"Is Harry home?" I ask timidly.

"Yes, he's in his room. Did you want me to get him for you?" His Mom asks me.

"Do you think he'll come up?" I ask her. She lets out a gentle sigh and opens the door more.

"Come in dear. You know where to go." I walk up their porch and head into her home.

It's odd to hear it be dead silent. So odd I had to stand in their small foyer, wondering what it's like to have the four kids run around.

I start down the steps and see the downstairs is dark besides the light in Harry's room. When I walk in, I knock on his door that's open.

He's seated at his desk, but turns around. "Oh," Harry says.

"Can I come in?" I ask, still standing in the doorway.

"Yeah." He says while standing up and running his fingers through his curls that look messy.

"So, where have you been the past few days?" I ask my boyfriend.

"Work." He says.

"The country club and the hotel restaurant?" I ask, clarifying.

"I uh, got a job at McDonald's too." He informs me.

"Three jobs and school?" My eyebrows furrow and my voice is questioning.

"Yeah, well..." Harry travels off and looks away from me.

My eyes look around his room and my eyes fall on a pamphlet. The word GED is written on the top. "You're planning to dropout?!" I exclaim with wide eyes while picking up the pamphlet.

Harry walks over to me, trying to take it out of my hands, but I move away. "I'm just thinking about getting my GED okay?" He says.

"Are you fucking stupid?" I ask him.

"Quinn, mind your own business, okay? I know what I'm doing." He growls.

"No you don't. You will get nothing with a GED, Harry. You have four more months of high school! Do the four months and you go to college and get an actual job." I tell him.

"What fucking college Quinn?" Harry asks me. "I can't even afford community college!" He says loudly. "You don't get that I won't be anything special. My life is working multiple fucking jobs and that's how it's going to be."

"You can apply for scholarships, grants, and financial aid!" I bring up.

"What scholarship Quinn? The only class I'm good at is fucking English."

"Yeah, because you don't apply yourself!" I say honestly. "You focus too much on working to take the time to sit down and worry about school; to worry about your future."

"What future? Do you really think I'm going to get anywhere in life?" His eyebrows furrow at me. "You don't realize that my life will always be helping out my family. What am I supposed to do? Go to college and forget my siblings? Forget that my parents need help with the bills?"

"Do online school then, Harry. Do your courses online and work still. Don't dropout from high school when you have four more months!" I say like it's obvious.

"Great, it's four more months without having my family home." His eyes are burning on me intensly.

"I know you care about them, I know you miss them, but getting your GED won't do you any good." I say.

"I don't care, Quinn. If I know all four of them get somewhere in life, I've served my purpose. Having the six of my siblings be successful and I'm the bum of the family, is okay with me. It's better than having three successful people and four unsuccessful people." Harry says.

"You know what also sounds good? Having all seven of you be successful. No one will hire someone with a fucking GED. Do you want to work at fucking McDonald's your whole life?!" I exclaim. "You're better than McDonald's and being a waiter. You're worth more than that Harry!" I shout. "Do your parents even know?"

"No but now they do because you're fucking screaming!" He shouts back.

"Because I'm mad at you!" I say with wide eyes.

"You have no reason to be mad Quinn! If you really think we're going to have some future together you're fucking delusional! I'm not leaving this town any time soon. You've applied for Princeton, Harvard, Brown, you have a life after high school. I," He pauses, shaking his head. "I'm going to be here supporting my family like how I have been since I was fucking twelve. I'm not going to a college, I'm not getting a job that isn't what I have now. I've realized that since I was thirteen, okay? I'm fine with how I am now, so leave it."

I remain silent, staring at the boy across from me that looks angry. His jaw is tense and his eyes look mad. "Then you're dating the wrong girl, because I only want to be with someone I can picture myself with. Have fun living like this, Harry. I hope it all works out." I growl angrily before walking out of his room. I nudge his shoulder back while leaving his room.

I head up his stairs quickly with throbbing eyes. I leave his house as fast as I can, and walk into my empty home that is pin drop silent.

I slam my front door shut and press my back against the wall beside it. I sit down on my floor, pressing my back against the wall.

My head goes on my hands and I push the tears I want to let out, back.

I don't even know the exact reason to why I want to cry. Maybe it's the fact that I think we're broken up? I'm mad how he thinks he's not going to accomplish anything, or how he is just treating me like I'm nothing to him.

Thinking about not having Harry as my boyfriend makes a few tears fall from my eyes.

I rest my head against my wall and try to calm down my breaths. I wipe my puffy feeling eyes and pick at my lower lip with my fingers.

Don't cry Quinn. He's not worth your tears. Don't cry.

I keep repeating this in my head until I believe it and feel a little better.

I stand up from my wooden floor and get startled by the sound of my doorbell going off. I sniffle and let out a deep breath. It may be Faith who said she will be home sometime this week.

I pull open my front door, expecting my sister, but only see Harry. "I'm sorry," He says as he sees my face. "Please, don't leave me Quinn. I-I love you so much, I just don't know what to do anymore." His green eyes are glossy and tired looking.

I pick at my lower lip with my teeth and allow Harry inside. I shut the door behind his body and stare at him. "I'm not going to be in a relationship with you if you get your GED." I tell Harry.

"Quinn-" I cut him off.

"I don't care, Harry. I know how much your siblings mean to you, but I cannot see you struggle more than you already are. You deserve more than what you're allowing yourself. I will you help you with school, and applying for grants and scholarships. I will be that person for you, because I love you. But I'm not going to date someone who will throw their whole life away with piece of useless paper." I say.

"I was just thinking about it. I just want them back home." Harry tells me with soft looking eyes and expression.

"I know you do, but resulting to getting your GED isn't helping anyone." I tell him with a look that makes him sad.

"It's helping them come home sooner. My Father still hasn't gotten a job, and my Mother sill works at the diner." He says.

"I told you my Mom has some positions at the hotel open your Dad could get," I mention again. "I know you don't want my help but it's a job that requires tips. Tips from rich people may I add. It's better than nothing, right?" I say timidly. "And I can ask my Dad to help your Mom find a nursing position." I add.

"I don't want you to do that though." He says.

"Why not?" I ask. "I don't care if I help you Harry. At least just tell your Dad about the position at the hotel."

"Okay." Harry says, caving in finally.

"Good." I say. I pull down the sleeves to my sweater to cover my hands. His eyes are burning on me and they look delicate.

"Are we actually broken up?" He asks me in a shy voice.

"I don't know. Are you getting a GED?" I ask.

"No." Harry answers while looking at me.

"Are you going to focus on school?"

"I'll try my best too." He says.

"Will you stop pushing me out?" I ask.

"Yes." He steps closer to me, but I cross my arms over my chest.

"Are you going to school tomorrow?" I ask.

"Maybe? I picked up shifts the rest of the week." My eyebrow raises at him.

"Just because you're 18 now, doesn't mean you should work yourself so hard," I warn. "I'm also still offended that you called me delusional for thinking we could have a future together." I say. His arms wrap around me, causing my head to press against his chest.

"I'm sorry," He says through a murmur. "You deserve more than me Quinn."

"I deserve what I can get and that's you, so can it." I scold. Harry chuckles against me, causing a small grin to escape on my lips. I press my head against him more and close my eyes against him more.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you at my house when all you were doing was trying to help." He mumbles against me. "I love you." His fingertips rub my lower back, which settles my uneasy nerves about everything.

"I love you too." I say back to him. I pull away from his hug and lean up and kiss his lips that feel soft against mine.

I haven't kissed him in nearly two weeks, thinking about it.

His grip on my cheeks become tighter and my heart starts to race a little more, the more we kiss.

My back ends up being pressing against the wall next to my front door, and our lips are still connected.

His hands are on my cheeks, and my arms are hooked around his waist, pulling him closer towards me.

Our kiss feels like many emotions packed into one. Harrys hands wander down my body, making my skin tingle with shivers.

"Can we go upstairs?" Harry asks me as our lips are still touching. I nod, not taking my mouth off of his yet.

We soon break away from each other and walk upstairs to my room.

A://N

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there is the chapter I promised to the people who watched my live stream on instagram lmaooooo

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~lauren