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.


19. Chapter Seventeen

(A/N Um well, to start this chapter off I just want to say thank you guys for 1K reads. Like I know it may not seem like a lot but really thank you!!!! You guys are perfect and I will have a schedule for updating because it seems like everyone hates when I go days to weeks without updating. So I will start to update every Tuesday and Fridays. Once again, THANKS!!!)


Harry's P.O.V 

I pull the blanket from my body and reach across the table to the black jeans and white polo shirt hanging from the gray plush chair. I smile at the shirt, knowing all to well that Quinn picked it out. I grip it in my hand and slid it over my torso, taking her scent down with it. 

It's been months. Fucking months since I've seen Quiin and I can't believe it. I can't believe that I went that long without speaking to her, all the petty crap is over. I don't care what I think I saw, what she did, or what happened I just need her.

How am I supposed to get to Wisconsin in a matter of hours, I don't even know where she is in the ice berg of a town. 

I slip on my shoes and limp out the door making sure to steer clear of any nurses of that prick of a doctor. I have no idea how I'm going to get there but I know I have to get there. 

"Lou?" I say into the phone, slipping through the exit doors. 

"Harry!" He basically screams. I pull the phone away and wait for my hearing to resurface. 

"Lou, can you get to the hospital as soon as you can?"

"Yeah, of course. What do you need? Clothes...anything." 

"No, just get here." I turn to exit through the emergency doors and end the call. 

"Sir, you have to go back to your room. Sir!" The annoying fucking nurse calls to me but I keep walking out the doors and past the security guards rushing into the overpopulated building. I check my pockets for the letter and feel the crumpling paper underneath my palm. 

In hours I will be by her side, I will touch her, I will try to be better for her. I love her, she has to know that. 

Quiin's P.O.V

I remove my face from Brett's arm and sit up on my knees, looking past him to his car sitting at the far end of the trail. 

"He's coming here."

"All the way from Pennsylvania?" 

"Yeah." I say standing. "Come on. Let's go back to your house." He nods and follows me back to his jeep, nestled between a red truck and blue sedan. In the time that Harry has been gone, in a come, I have been running things through my mind. Connor's funeral, Harry's accident, how would I move on if he didn't get through this. Would I still be able to live without him? Could I bear going back to my home that we have shared since coming back from our trip. I wouldn't be able to look at anyone the same, it just wouldn't be right. Nothing would be the same. 

I remember seeing Connor's lifeless eyes looking up at me, staring down my face like he wanted to tell me one last thing. 

My parents paid for the funeral and his parents stayed away, he was never really close to them in the first place. They bought him an expensive suit and white roses and had a painter paint his portrait and hung it above his casket. The sobs were shared, hands were shaken, and words were exchanged and finally I was asked to speak a few words about him. Of course they would ask that from me, what could I say about him that would please anyone. I couldn't, so I waltzed up to the podium and glanced at my smiling parents. My mother in the third row my father in the first. 

"Connor was um-he was," I could see the color slipping from my mothers face. "He was, I can't do this." I pulled myself away from him, since I've stepped up here I've shrinked into myself, trying to be as far from him as I could. 

"Get up there," my mother mouthed. I stopped and pressed my head against the top of the podium taking time to breath before I ruined my mothers perfect face of makeup.

"I can't say anything good about him, I'm sorry. He was a very horrible person." Soft exhaust of air circle through the room and my mother stands wiping the embarrassment from her face. 

"Okay, Quiin. Enough of that." She says pulling me away. 


Harry's P.O.V

"Do you know where she is?" Lou says driving onto the freeway. 

"Yes, I wouldn't have you driving if I didn't."

"Hey, I'm not the one fighting against you, I'm trying to help you get to her. You don't need to be an asshole to me. The world isn't against you Harry, we're for you." I sigh and look away from his soft gaze, I know he's right. I can't help but feel angry right now. Angry that I have spent months away from here, but I can't be angry at Louis when he's driving me 14 hours to Wisconsin to see my girl. '

"I'm sorry, I just need to see her."

"I know. You will." 

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