*i wanted to update but i'm too tired to edit this chapter so don't mind my grammar errors, i'll fix dem in the morning*

Quinn POV

I haven't heard from Harry since Saturday.

It's Monday now and he's not returning my texts which annoys me even more considering he's being petty about our "argument".

I walk to Harry's locker during our lunch period and find him alone, unpacking his book bag with an unreadable look upon his face.

"Hello." I greet my boyfriend who doesn't look over at me.

"Hi." He responds in a low voice which makes me roll my eyes.

"Want to sit together at lunch?" I ask curiously.

"Can't, doing work in the library." Harry answers while closing his locker and looking over at me finally.

I grab his hand which feels cold and tense. I frown a little by the tenseness and intertwine our fingers together.

"Can we talk later then?" I ask with a small pout.

"Talk about you being an ass to me?" Harry asks me.

"I," I pause, unable to explain. "I'm sorry, okay? Maybe I was a little annoyed that you forgot what day my birthday was on and none of my family is going to be home for it. I'm sorry for taking it out on you." I explain.

"I didn't forget. I have a reminder." He defends.

"Why do you have a reminder? You can't remember?" I ask with narrowed eyebrows.

"Because I have shit going on so instead of forgetting completely I put it in just in case." His voice becomes uneasy with me causing my eyes to soften.

I just nod and bite my lower lip. "I'll see you later then."

"Are you sure there isn't anything else to talk about?" Harry asks.

"I don't want you to scream at me in the middle of the hall, so no." I say with a small eye roll.

I look back up at my boyfriend who is staring down at me. His shoulders shrug and he moves closer towards me. Harry's long arms wrap around me tightly, causing my eyes to close against his tight embrace.

"I'm sorry," He says. "I'm just a cranky asshole."

"Hm." I do feel bad for the way I was talking to him over text Saturday.

"I love you." Harry says while stroking down my hair with his left hand. His right one remains on my lower back.

"I love you too." I say while holding onto him more tightly so my face nuzzles against his broad chest.

"I took off of work Thursday," I hear him say to me. "Are you busy around six then?"

I lift my head off of his chest and look up to Harry who has a gentle grin on his lips. "No, why?" I ask curiously.

"I have a reservation at a restaurant for us," Harry informs me. His fingers stroke my lower back soothingly.

"You didn't have to do any of that." I tell Harry through a soft voice.

"It's your eighteenth birthday Quinn. The least I can do is take you out to dinner." He tells me while planting his lips to the top of my head.

"Where is the restaurant?" I ask.

"A place," He says with a chuckle. His green eyes meet mine and he grins softly. "Will you Dad be okay that I'm taking you out?" He asks.

"He's leaving Wednesday, so we'll be fine." I say with a polite smile.

Harrys eyebrows furrow by my words. I just brush it off with a simple eye roll.

His hands rest on my sides and and he gives me a small grin. I feel his lips touch the top of my head and my cheek softly.

I look around the hallway, and see it's empty. So empty it feels like school is empty. 

I grab Harry's hand in mine and pull him towards the nearest women's restroom. When I shut and lock the door behind his body, his face is confused by my sudden actions.

I lean up while wrapping my arms around his neck. His lips attach to mine and his delicate hands rest firmly on my waist where he brings me closer towards his body.

His hands lift me up so I sit on the sink. My bottom lip goes between my front teeth and my eyes scan his body and how badly I need him right now. Harry leans back down and presses his lips against mine, making my heart swell. 

"Take off your pants." I say against his lips. Harry obey's and tugs down his jeans that are loose fitting. His hands go under my dress, causing me to gasp as he started to teasingly rub me through my lace underwear. The feeling causes my body to crave more and makes me become more eager. 

"Fuck," I say as Harry started to rub more roughly against the thin fabric. 

He shoves my underwear to the side, running his fingers along my fold slowly. This makes me whimper and wrap my arms around his body more. I tangle my fingers in his brown curls and buried my head into his shoulder as Harry slowly presses his two fingers inside of me. 

I bite my teeth down on his broad shoulder, trying to stop the moans leaving my mouth uncontrollably. 

As Harry curls his fingers inside me, my lips attach to his neck and my eyes are screwing shut. The more his movements continue, the more I felt myself becoming close. My legs began to shake has his fingers start to move slower and his fingers slowly curl inside of me.

When I was about to reach my high, Harry pulls his fingers out of me. My eyes open and I see the two fingers that were just inside of me, go inside his mouth, licking them dry. I bite my lower lip by his actions and grab his shirt to bring him closer towards my body. 

His hands cup my cheeks firmly and my fingers pull at the hems of his boxers. My hand reaches down and cups the hard on in his briefs. 

"Fuck." He mutters as I dip my hand inside his boxers. I smile against his plump lips and pull the hems of his briefs down. Harry's green eyes meet mine, and a smirk crawls on his pink looking lips. 

"Do you have a condom?" I ask.

Harry nods, leaning down to his jeans to grab his wallet. He stands back up and holds the condom between his two fingers. His empty hand strokes his nearly fully hard dick. My eyes stare at Harry pleasuring himself. 

My eyes peer up to Harry who is gnawing at his lower lip and looks to be staring at me. After a short time he slips on the condom and goes back to standing near me. 

He lined himself up after kissing me for a while. Harry slowly pushes himself inside of me, making my head rest back on the mirror behind me. My mouth opens due to pleasure and my eyes close as his thrusts begin to get quick. 

Harry's hand goes down and reaches for my breasts that are nearly falling out of my dress. His grasp on them is soft but firm feeling.

I bit my lip hard as he quickened the pace. "Oh, shit." I say through a whimper as Harry angled himself inside of me. A greedy smile curves onto his lips making my insides tingle with pleasure. 

As Harry kisses me and thrusts quickly, my mind goes to the worst place. The memory of David forcing himself onto me pops into my mind, causing me to shut down completely. 

The flashback in my mind is the clear memory of the part I wanted to forget. My stomach twists at the memory and my eyes become foggy.

"Quinn, what's wrong?" I hear Harry saying. His hands are cupping my cheeks and I shake my head.

"Nothing, I'm fine." I say, zoning back into reality. 

His bright green eyes meet mine and they're soft. "Babe, what's wrong?" He asks while wiping away the one tear that left my eye. 

"I don't want to remember it." I say while closing my eyes. 

It falls silent between us. 

Harry throws away the condom and gets redressed as well as myself. 

We stand across from each other in the small space. His green eyes remain on me, causing my teeth to pick at the insides of my cheek. 

His arms wrap around me protectively, and I just break down in his arms.

A://N

guess who's back from the dead lmao

next chapter im gonna like writing :)

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~lauren