It Ends with Us {Sequel to Neighbors}

7

Harry POV

I lay in bed Friday morning just staring up at my ceiling fan. 

I should get ready for work, but I just don't feel like getting up from my comfortable position on my mattress. I feel paralyzed almost.

I hear the door to this room creak open and soon the other side of the bed become dented with my girlfriend's body. "Babe you have to be at work in an hour." Wendy says through a chuckle.

I glance over at my girlfriend and sigh. "I don't have to go." I bring up with a grin. Perks of being your own boss I guess.

"You said you were though," Wendy reminds me while poking my cheek. "Anyways, I have to get going. I'll be home around six tonight." 

I sit up in bed and groan by changing my position. I run my fingers through my messy hair and let out a loud yawn. "Have a good day." I say while leaning in and kissing her rosy cheek. 

A few moments later she leaves our bedroom and I fall back on the bed I'm still laying in.

I'll take a sick day today. I'm really not in the mood to leave the house if I'm being honest. Since I saw my parents in my old town, I just haven't felt good. My thoughts have been on one person and that person only, which I hate.

I screw my eyes shut and try to think of something that makes my mood better and not worse.

Quinn POV

I just finished up a meeting and I think it went decently well considering it was mostly just me talking. 

I have to have my sketches finalized in three weeks though. That doesn't sound so bad but I have to create at least 15 lingerie designs. Within these designs I have to have different color options, and also make sure I'm not repetitive with the prints.

I also get very distracted so that doesn't help. 

I have three designs completed and I have only another 12 to come up with. I might have Kelsey help me out with ideas, but I hate asking for help.

I sit down at my desk and lean back in my chair. I take off my heels and sigh in relief. My feet are killing me and these shitty heels are causing me a great deal of pain.

I reach for my phone resting on my desk and see a missed call from my Father. I unlock my phone and call him back. 

I press my phone against my ear and let my hair out of it's tight bun. I run my fingers through my hair and feel my head relax by my hair being down finally.

He answers on the second ring. "Hello Darling." My Father says with a peppy tone.

"Hi," I greet. "Did you call?"

"Yes. What did you want me to make for dinner?" He asks.

"Whatever is fine. It's just us two." I say while

"Derek isn't coming to dinner?" My Dad asks. His voice turns annoyed by the mention of Derek.

"Of course he isn't." I say with a small chuckle.

"Cunt bag," I hear him mutter. "Pasta and sauce it is then." I smile by his words.

"Sounds swell. I'll be over by four." I tell him. I don't feel like staying here until six. 

"Okay. I'll see you then. Drive safely sweetie." He says in a kind voice.

"Will do." I answer while grabbing my sketchbook resting beside me.

A few moments later our call ends and the room falls silent. 

I miss when Derek would show up randomly for lunch or to simply say hello.