Quinn POV

Harry texted me a while ago saying to meet him at the hilltop when I have the chance. I was taken by the random text but I still went to go meet him.

I pull into the empty lot, only seeing his truck parked. I see his body in the back of the truck.

I get out of my truck and walk over to where he is. I climb into the empty spot next to him and settle in.

"Hey," I say to my boyfriend who has his eyes on the view.

"Hi." He responds.

"Everything okay?" I ask. Harry looks over at me and doesn't answer. He just leans into me and presses his lips to mine.

It first starts off like a simple, innocent peck, but it graduates into something more quick and lustful. This catches me off guard by how quick this happened.

I pull away from Harrys lips, and move back a little. His eyes meet mine and they look eager. "Please?"

"You wanted me to come here so we could have sex in your truck?" I ask with a confused look. I have a house that holds my bedroom for that.

"N-No? I don't know," He says while tugging his hand through his hair. "I just want to take my mind off of things."

"What about you tell me what's wrong and we can fool around after." I come up with. I've been off my period for a few days now and I'm becoming needy in a sense.

"Can we fool around and not talk?" He asks. I pinch his arm by his words, which makes him jump a little.

"I'm your girlfriend. We talk about things we're going through." I say.

"But-"

"No buts," I say sternly. "I miss you opening up to me about how you feel. It doesn't make you manly keeping everything inside. If anything it makes you act like a douche." I admit.

"I'm fine." Harry tells me.

I brush his curls back and play with his fingers rested on my lap. "I'm not sleeping with you anytime soon if you don't tell me what's up." I say.

Harry sighs loudly which makes a twitching smile go on my lips.

"I'm just stressed about school, my family, and stuff. It's the usual." He tells me with shrugging shoulders.

"What about your family?" I ask.

"Just everything with my siblings and shit," Harry says. "I said something to Alyssa a few days ago which made her upset, but what u said was a joke. And since then she's been mad at me, and my Mom has been up my ass telling me I should say sorry, even though I said I was joking when I saw she was sad. All my money goes to supporting the fucking kids that shouldn't have been born and she's giving me shit about not being sensitive enough.

If I didn't help by working we'd be homeless. I haven't bought new shoes for myself since I was in the tenth grade. I'm a size twelve and a half now, wearing a size ten shoe. My jeans are worn out and my shirts barely fucking fit. I could be a complete asshole like my older brother and use the money I earn on myself, but I don't. I use it for my younger siblings or bills.

I shouldn't feel guilty for wanting to leave for college, and I do. I feel obligated to be a fucking babysitter and I hate it. All I want every once and a while is a thank you or some shit that lets me know that my parents are thankful that I give up my own life for them. I'd rather use my money on taking you out or buying fucking shoes that don't suffocate my feet. But I don't." Harry rants. I see the frustration in his face as well as how tense he looks.

I squeeze his hand tightly. "I'm sure they're thankful for you Harry," I assure him. "And your Mom has that new job now, so you should go to college and not feel guilty. You've worked so hard and deserve to do something for yourself," His shoulders shrug and his eyes look to my lap which holds both of our hands. "Is there anything else on your mind?"

"Us." He tells me.

"What about us?" I ask.

"Just the thought of us after high school, you know?" Harry says, keeping his eyes on our hands.

"What's wrong with that thought?" I ask, already knowing where this is going.

"I just have a feeling we're going to drift apart, and that makes me sad." He admits.

"Who said we'll drift apart?" I question.

"Me. If you're going to school out of state, and I'm staying here most likely, it will be hard to do long distance." He explains while looking up at me.

"I applied for the schools you did, so-" Harry cuts me off, detaching his hand from mine.

"Why would you do that?" He asks, his voice raising slightly.

"Because I don't want us to separate or believe we won't work out." I say. I applied for most of the schools he did these last few days.

"You shouldn't have to settle more than you already are Quinn," He says.

"I'm not settling for anything, Harry. In relationships we make compromises and if I stay instate and go to a school here, and it assures we're okay I'll be fine." I say honestly.

"Being with me in general is a compromise. I can't let you go to school here when your dream school isn't anywhere close to Pennsylvania." Harry says to me.

"Stop thinking I'm settling for you," I say seriously. "I love you and want to be with you. That means doing what I have to do, to make sure we won't drift apart."

His head shakes and Harry's fingers run through his curls. "I can't let you go to school here when you don't want to be here after high school."

"I'm staying here if you're staying here. I don't care where I go, as long as we're close and still together that's all that matters. I can get the same education at any college, so what's the problem?" I ask.

"Quinn if you get into Harvard and not go to stay here that would be fucking stupid," He says which makes me shake my head. "I love you, and want to be with you, but that doesn't mean I want you to compromise your dreams for me in any way."

"It's my choice where I go, so I'll see." I say, dismissing the conversation.

Harry doesn't respond. He just stares forward as well as myself. Silence is between us now, which makes it awkward considering we practically argued over our relationship after high school.

"I'm going to a hotel now so," Harry says while slipping out of the bed of his truck.

My eyebrows furrow by his words and I stare at him. "A hotel? What hotel? I question.

"Yes, a hotel. The one I work at." He says simply.

"Why? You won't work there today." I ask, stepping down from where I was sitting from.

"Because I'm pretty sure my Mom kicked me out and I don't want to go back there so..." His voice travels off and my eyes widen slightly.

"When were you going to tell me your Mom kicked you out?" I ask.

"I didn't know I was required." His words cause my jaw to tighten.

"You're a real asshole lately, you know that?" I say.

"Okay." Harry says while looking at me.

I just shake my head and nudge past him. I get into my car and soon drive away, not bothering to look at the douchebag that I feel like slapping.

Harry POV

When I get to the hotel I work for, I head to the front desk and ask for a room. I get a discount if I stay here, so I might as well use it.

"Name?" The male at the front desk asks.

"Harry Styles." I answer. I tap my debt card against the counter top and wait.

"Your room is paid for, for however long you're staying." He says while looking back up at me.

"That doesn't make sense I didn't make a reservation or anything." I say with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes you did," He shows me the screen. "Harry Styles, yes? Someone called in a while ago to make this reservation."

My mind thinks to Quinn, which makes my head shake. "Oh, okay." I say.

"Was it your wife, Sir?" He asks me.

Does it look like I'm married?

"Yeah." I lie.

He nods and slips me over two key cards with a smile. I soon walk towards the elevators shaking my head, annoyed by what I assume Quinn did.

A://N

Here is the update I promised :p

Ty for reading !

~lauren