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.


16. Chapter fourteen

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

I sit on the couch, looking down on my flashing screen, I haven't gotten one call or text from Quiin in three days and the seclusion is killing me. I remember when I left a year ago and left her here. This must be how she felt, the hurt the betrayal, the loneliness. I've given up my pursuit on her after leaving her countless voice mail's and texts. I feel so pathetic, I'm not the one whose supposed to be groveling over the phone to her, she's supposed to forgive me and we should have moved on by now. It's been three fucking days!!! I comb through my recent calls. 







I should just call again. Harry call her!! If you guys just talk then she'll know that is was all a misunderstanding, she'll stop talking to that prick of her ex-boyfriend, and you can go back to being sickly in love. Right? If I just stop by she'll let me stay and we can make- up. I eye my keys from across the room and stand snatching them from the hostler. 

The drive to her house is fast but altogether slow as I think about what I'm going to say to her to get her to possibly take me back. I need her to take me back, I need to tell her that none of this is going to change the way I feel or something-Ugh! I see the brown exterior of her house as I drive closer, my heart beating heavily. Her car is wedged beside a blue Sedan and I park a few feet away. 

Who's car is that? Is it that prick Connor's I swear if he's there! Before I can react to my own thoughts my phone is blaring a song Quiin set as my ringtone but i never had the heart to change. 

"Hello?" I croak. 

"Hello? Where are you?" Liam.

"Where are you?" 

" Are you at Quiin's?" 


"Don't do any-"

"Liam, I know what I'm doing!" I snap. He's been trying to make me "take things slow" and I can't, I need her now no matter how much of my dignity I ruin. 

"Okay," He says softly. "Just be careful with her. She's been through a lot." 

"I know I say equally as soft. He clicks off and I step out rushing up the steps. 


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

"Thank you so much." I tell the man standing in my living-room. Brett smiles at me and starts to write the seven digits required for a phone. 

"It's no big problem. Just remember this time, throwing phone's is a no-no." I roll my eyes at his teasing and grab the phone from his hands and the phone number. 

"I won't throw it., but seriously thank-you. You're amazing." I give him a hug, I am seriously grateful for him! I may have only met him three days ago but he's a really good friend. He bought me another phone after I threw mine at the wall in a state of drunken rage at the bar. I couldn't believe I could do that honestly, the fact that I got that drunk is still a surprise to me and the fact that I haven't heard from Harry since he left is still unnerving. I know I told him to leave but I was sad and I seriously need an explanation so I don't feel like I'm angry for nothing. 

That's where I met Brett. He stumbled in after I tried to gather the six pieces sprawled across the floor and offered to buy my another drink. 

"Do you want to go out today? Lunch maybe a trip to Canal?" I nod with a smile. I haven't been to Canal since I was a child and I'd rather hang out with him then being stuck in this bitter old house. I keep playing these scenarios in my head that maybe Harry isn't coming back to say sorry or to even come back, maybe he's going to move on, maybe he's with that Alex chick as we speak. I'm only 19 and he's 22 why would he want to hang out with a naive little girl. Maybe he was just waiting for this moment to slip out and leave me behind again, to have sex with me and abandon me. I swallow my worry and find Brett's eyes, confused and locked on mine. 

"Quiin, you okay?" 

I nod. "Uh-huh." 

"You sure?"

I smile. "Uh-huh. When do you wanna go?"

"Um now, we'll have to stop by my girlfriends. I'm sure she'll want to come." I nod. 

"Yeah, I haven't met her yet." 

"You guys will love each other, I should-" A banging on the door draws us quiet. "Who's that?" I shrug.

"I'm not expecting anyone." I walk down the hall to the door, as he screams for me to be quick. I fumble with the knob and finally opening it. 

"Hush, Brett- Harry?" His eyes meet mine and I freeze. 

"What are you doing here?" I say harsher than I intendened. His gaze drops as he takes in my tone. 

"We need to talk."

"Harry-now's not a good time." I really want to listen but I don't want Brett to get in the middle of this. 

"Well when is-" He stops looking past. I turn to see Brett standing in the hallway, his hands in his jean pockets. 

"I called, we should get this date on the road." 

"Date?" Harry groans. Oh no. 


"It's been fucking three days, Quiin! You already going on dates!?"

"It's not like-" 

"I came here to talk but I see that's out of the question." Brett steps forward waving his hands. 

"No, it's-"

"Seriously!! I can-" He takes a few steps back and steps down from the steps and walks to his car. 


"Quiin-stop! I'm so happy to see you happy I just didn't expect you to move on so quickly." He stops and stares at me before walking to his car. 

"Harry!" I scream. I stumble over the grass after him but he's already inside turning the engine and driving away. 


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