Quinn POV

It's the weekend now and I'm having breakfast with my Dad and sister.

Harry is taking me out for lunch, which I'm excited for. We haven't been out on a real date in a while, so going out will be nice.

"When are you leaving?" I ask my Dad.

"Wednesday night," He says while making eye contact with me. "I know it's the night before your birthday but I have a big conference Thursday. We can go out for dinner before I leave though."

"We don't have too," I say. "I know you might want to take a nap before your flight."

"Faith when are you leaving?" Our Dad asks while looking over at her.

"Monday morning." She answers while putting her fork in her mouth and looking at me.

"Then uh," My Father itches his head. "We can just go out to dinner." He says to me.

I didn't think I'd be doing anything amazing on my actually birthday like Faith did her 18th birthday. My Mom took her to Hawaii for the week, so I was expecting something close. Then again, I'm the child my Mom hates.

"Yeah, sure." I say, hiding my slight disappointment. I stand up from the dining room table and excuse myself.

I head to my bedroom and plop down on my mattress. I reach for my phone resting beside me and head to my messages.

Me: is it cold outside?

Harry: no, quite warm 

Me: okayyyy

Me: are you working Thursday?

Harry: the one coming up yeah

Harry: I always work Thursdays

Me: oh, okay

Harry: why lmao

Me: curious is all

Harry: okay

Harry: don't you know the days I work

Me: I do

Me: I was just wondering

Harry: mkay

Harry: what are you doing Thursday

Me: idk

Me: eat a froze pizza and watch the little mermaid or Mulan

Me: maybe I'll bake brownies

Harry: can't you do that any day or the week

Me: yes

Me: so Thursday is my day if the week

Harry: why not Friday then

Harry: since you'll be off the next day

Me: because I'm cool like that

Harry: okay then lol

Harry: wait

Harry: isn't your birthday Thursday

Me: yep

Harry: oH

Harry: I knew that

Me: uhuh

Me: did you check your calendar

Harry: nO

Harry: maybe

Harry: I was going to take off Thursday anyways babe

Me: yeah

Me: okay

Harry: I was

Me: hm

Me: you don't have too

Harry: it's your birthday though

Me: if you have work, you have work

Me: I'll feel bad if you take off

Harry: don't feel bad Quinn

Harry: I wanna make your bday fun :)

Me: you're gonna make brownies with me?

Harry: or I can buy you a real cake

Me: a brownie cake

Harry: are those a thing?

Me: idk

Me: if they are I want one

Harry: i shall get you a cake that's made of brownie

Harry: isn't that just a chocolate fudge cake?

Me: if i knew i would've said something

Harry: someone's quite sassy this morning

Me: no i'm not

Harry: i smell the sass from here

Me: your smelling ability's must be shitty

Harry: do you need to get laid?

Me: more like a hug

Me: i think someone in this chat is horny

Harry: possibly

Harry: are ya horny?

Me: yeah totally

Me: talking about brownies really gets me going

Harry: ....

Harry: we haven't had sex in a while

Me: a whole 2 weeks

Harry: yes

Harry: a while

Me: my family is home so

Harry: i'm still staying at the hotel :)

Me: it's been a week and you're still not home?

Harry: yes

Harry: so you can stop by my room if you'd like ;)

Me: no

Me: I want to go out

Harry: we still can

Me: after we have sex so I feel like a hooker?

Me: my payment is a meal?

Harry: babe calm down

Me: no

Me: Im going to take a nap now

Harry: we're going out in 2 hours no?

Me: I'm taking a nap

Harry: are we not going out?

Me: Idk

Harry: I have work at 4 that's why I was wanting to go on a date with you at 11

Me: well there is always another time

Harry: are you pmsing again

Me: no

Harry: are you sure?

Me: yes I'm fucking sure

Harry: Wtf is with the sass

Me: just because I'm in bad mood doesn't mean there is blood coming from my vag or going to

Harry: I was just asking Quinn calm down

Me: k

Harry: are you mad at me for asking if you wanted to have sex

Me: no

Harry: then why are you cancelling our date for a nap

Me: cause I like naps

Harry: Quinn

Me: Harold

Harry: I'll be over in 15 min

Me: ...

Harry: don't test me

Me: if I do can it be short answers only

Harry: what is wrong my god

Me: nothing I'm tired

Harry: I'm rolling my eyes

Me: me this whole chat

Harry: fine then take your stupid nap and don't bitch to me when you wish we would go out more

I don't reply.

I just lock my phone and let out a deep breath. I don't know why I was being, as what Harry said, "sassy".

I wasn't even in a bad mood when I texted him. I just was being mean for no reason.

Guilt piles into my chest, causing me to reach for my phone.

Me: I'm sorry :(

Me: Idk why I had sass

Me: I love you

Me: Harry?

Me: :(

Me: are you really mad at me?

Me: I'm sorry for making you mad

Harry: I had to pee sorry

Me: are you mad at me?

Harry: more annoyed than since you wouldn't tell me what's wrong

Me: :(

Harry: I'm gonna take a shower now

Me: okay

I lock my phone and bite my lower lip with a sigh. My eyes close and I pull the blankets on my bed up to my shoulders.

I feel like shit and I don't think he knows that. I just miss us being close I guess.

We don't really spend nights together because he lives in a hotel and refuses to speak to his Mom, which bothers me but I won't say anything. Also, he works late at night so it's hard to be alone with him after school.

I close my eyes while I'm laying down, hoping to accomplish the nap I so greatly wanted over text.

My thoughts just remain on Harry, and how much I want to be with him right now. I will never tell him this because I always find a way to fuck up the time we do have together.

I stare at my window and let the bright sunlight burn on me.

I thought today was going to be good for me.

Harry POV

I stack up the dishes left at the table and tiredly put them in the bin I'm carrying.

I started working earlier today since Quinn started an argument over text for an unknown reason. Thinking about my morning gets me mad because I didn't deserve her unusual rudeness.

My eyes look up and land on a woman whom I've been avoiding for a while now. "Hostess desk is by the front." I say to my Mother who has her brown eyes on me.

"I'm aware." She says to me.

"Do you need someone to get you a table then?" I ask her.

My mother's shoulders shrug and her head goes to the side. "I wanted to speak to you." She tells me.

"I'm working." I say while glaring at my mother.

Her eyes look soft and her face overall looks gentle which makes me feel bad for acting rude towards her right now. "Please?" She says to me. We make eye contact, which makes me slowly start caving into speaking with her.

"Fine." I say while breaking the eye contact. I put the grey bin I'm holding on the empty booth table and walk to the usual set of booths that are used during the night more than near noon.

I sit down, and my Mom soon follows by sitting across from me. "What do you want to talk about?" I ask.

"Well, you haven't been home in a week." She brings up.

"You told me to leave." I say.

"Yes, but not for a week," My Mom tells me like it's obvious.

"Whoops." I say under my breath. I think she heard me because I hear a sigh leave her lips.

"Can you come home?" She asks me.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because you're my son and I love you no matter what. I miss having you home." My Mother tells me.

"Are you only saying that because the younger ones left?" I ask. My aunt called me telling me she picked up my siblings. They're staying in New Jersey for another month or so, then coming home for good.

I see the pain in my Mother's face by my words. Her brown eyes fall to her lap and I see her teeth pick at her lower lip. "No," She tells me. "Me wanting to speak to you now has nothing to do with them."

"Okay." I say while leaning back in the booth I'm sitting in.

"I'm sorry for making you seem obligated to help your Father and I with bills. And I'm sorry for putting stress on you by your siblings."

"Okay." I repeat.

My Mothers head tilts and I see her eyes close a little. "I'm trying to apologize."

"I know." I say.

"Then why are you still acting rude towards me?" My Mom asks. "Do you think I enjoy putting all my children through hell practically? Especially you? No. If I could do something to change our lives I would in a heart beat. But, I'm trying here. I'm trying to make everything okay with us."

"Okay," I answer. "There isn't much for me to say. I said it all before."

"So that's it then? You're just going to live here until you graduate?" Her eyebrows furrow at me.

"I don't exactly feel welcomed in my home, so." I say honestly.

"Harry-" I cut her off.

"You told me to leave because of a stupid reason. When have you ever told Tyler to get out of the house for being an asshole? Never. And he's treated our whole family as shit and you never said a word to him. I say a joke to Alyssa that she doesn't get and I'm the bad guy?"

"It was in the heat of the moment, Harry." She tells me.

"Still. You told me to leave, and I did. Now you want me to come back? For what reason? The kids are gone so my babysitting services are gone."

"Because I miss you," My Mom tells me. "We used to be so close and I miss that. And besides that you're my son that I will always look at like you're four and wants to hold my hand constantly. I am truly sorry for what I said and I will always be sorry for taking your childhood away from you."

I want to be mad at her, but I hate holding grudges. Especially against my Mom who I know tried her best for all of us.

I slouch back in the booth feeling defeated for me staying mad. This always happens and I somewhat dislike it. I still don't feel welcomed at the house really, but it does feel lonely living alone all the time. But I do like my personal space, which I never got living at home. I was constantly around people.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you." I say while looking back up at my Mother.

Her eyes turn soft and she gives me a weak smile. "I like to think I'm not a horrible Mom," She says to me. "But I guess I kind of am for putting you all in the position you all are in." Her tired eyes fall to her lap and the small grin is still on her lips. The smile looks filled with sadness which makes me frown.

I get up from my side of the booth and sit beside my Mom. I wrap my arms around her petite body and close my eyes. "You're not a horrible Mom." I say to her.

"You don't have to lie Harry." She says against my chest.

"I'm sorry for making you think you're a bad Mom. I think you're pretty great." My words make her chuckle a little and causes her head to press against me more.

We spend a few more minutes like this, which I guess is nice. I don't know where it stands for where I want to live though.

A://N

Hello!!!

So I've been MIA this week because of school and other personal things, but I'll try my best to update tomorrow!

I'm off this up coming Thursday to Monday for thanksgiving so hopefully I can update more during then!!

I'm sorry for disappointing anyone by my lack of updating. My grades are my main thing rn and I hope you all understand

Comment goal: 50???

~lauren