Midnight Memories

I dont just want to know you. "He said,his lips pressed against my ear, sending ripples of pleasure down to my fingertips. "I want to know about you." I trembled under his touch, his soft yet big and rough hands so gentle against my bare shoulder.


17. Chapter Fifteen

****Harry's P.O.V****

How could she fucking do that to me! To everything we worked for, to the one she said she could never replace. I just can't understand how she could drop me after one mistake, one mistake that didn't even happen. How could she drop me after three days. Three days. That's thing that gets me the most. Not that she even moved on, or that the guy she's with looks like he could be on the cover of a fucking douche bag monthly magazine, but the fact that it's only been three days. I pull at the roots of my hair trying to think straight as the rain starts to slowly fall and then all at once. 

I could never do that to her, even if I thought she cheated on me, I wouldn't run off like some naive teenager and go sleep with the first girl I see. I know how much that would hurt her and I couldn't do it even if my world was crashing down, like it is now. I just want a drink, I need a drink. I need something to stop my nerves from going haywire, I need something to stop the rage I am experiencing. 

My phone vibrates in my cup holder and Quiin's name flashes across. If I answer i know I'm going to say something I regret but I...I just need to-

"Hello?" I snap. 

"Harry." Her voice pleas. 


"You need to come back so we can talk. It's not what it looks like."

"What does it look like Quiin. You moved on, I get it. You'd rather have someone else than me..."

"That is far from what is going on. And you can't get pissed off at me when you cheated on-" 

"I didn't cheat!" I interrupt. I will not have her make me look like the bad guy. That is not what's going to happen. I need her to understand that no matter what happens I could never do that. " I told you she was way before you. I would never hurt you like that- and I can't believe you would even listen to anything that comes from that guys mouth, especially when he nearly-"

"Stop." She sighs, not wanting to remember that night that seems like years ago. 


"I know, I just-come back so we can talk."

"Do you believe me?" 

"I don't know." I slam my hand on the steering wheel, growing way to exhausted to have keep accusing me like this. 

"How don't you know?"

"Because I don't. I need to hear everything! I mean everything, not just you screaming." 

"No one's-" I lower my voice." I'm not coming back. Talk it out with John Doe."

"Harry!" I hear her scream as the car comes to a halt and the crashing sounds around me. 


****Quiin's P.O.V****

"Harry!?" I scream into the receiver. My heart is pounding and my head is swimming. "Harry!?" Brett comes to my side grabbing my shoulder. 

"What happened?" I shake my head, looking down at the screen that cuts off. 

"I don't know." 

"You wanna go find him?" I nod. What is going on? Why would he just hang up like that? The worst possible things run through my mind and I can't seem to walk as i find Brett walking my step by step towards his car. I don't know what to say as he drives down street after street. The sound of sirens draws my biggest fears closer as I make out an ambulance through the drops of rain. 

"No," I let out before I cover my mouth with my hands. "No." He stops the car and I rush out, nearly falling.

"Quiin?" Brett calls, trying to pull me away from what I already know I will see. " You need to stay here."

"Let go!" I shout pulling away. As I near the familiar black car is toppled over onto it's back, crashed into the side a much smaller car. "No," I push through body after body, finding a cop pulling the yellow tape around the scene of glass and blood. "Harry!" I scream although I know he can't here. I hope he can hear me. I duck under the tape and sprint to the crushed door where I know I will see Harry. A arm loops around my waist and I am being tugged away involuntarily. 

"You can't be over here." A man says. 

"No, I have to. It's Harry. You don't understand!" I scream. 

"She knows him...just let her go." Brett interrupts. "Come on." I feel the mans chest rise and fall as he puts me down. 

"Which one is it?" He asks. 


"The brunette or blond, guy." 

"Brunette." He shoves me in the direction I was going in the first place. A bruised Harry lays on his side, a white gurney under him and two men lifting his body. The tears quickly falls as I rest my hand on his cold cheek. 

"Is he dead?" I cry. 

"No, he's has a pulse...barley but we have to move quickly." I nod and step aside as I watch them carry him to the ambulance. Another team of paramedics carries the second gurney past, a white blanket covering the body. An arm hangs loosely over the side and catch a glimpse of a moon tattoo surrounded by tiny black birds and my stomach sinks. 

"Wait!" I snap pushing past the wreckage around my feet. 

"Ma'am we have to move." I hold my breath. 

"Move the sheet." 


"Please." They huff and look toward the officer and he nods. The first man removes the sheet and the blood mixing with the blond of his hair makes me sick. 

"No," I cry again, turning to Brett's chest. 

"What is it? Quiin?" He asks pulling my hair behind my ear. "What's wrong."

"It's Connor." 

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