Theirs- Completed

Chapter Fourteen

I stood up quickly, jumping over the back of the sofa and closing the living room door behind me as I stood in front of them. 

"Have you guys ever heard of, I don't know, KNOCKING AND WAITING FOR AN ANSWER?" 

"We called." 

"And text." 

"And emailed."

"No answer." Robin stood at the back, not saying a word. Looking at me in a way I don't think I ever had before. Not even when I was with Evan and he hated him. He looked almost broken? It's kind of hard to explain. I raised an eyebrow at him and he stood up straight, squaring his shoulder in a hopes to ignore it. "Last we heard from you, you said you'd had enough of our shit and that was at like 7pm." 

"We've been worried Lil. Where have you been? Why do you look like shit?" 

"Gee thanks." I pushed through them, walking into the kitchen away from Harry who was probably still laid there confused about what had just happened. I was too but I had to handle this right now. 

"So you're just not going to answer?" I started making myself and Harry another coffee. Hopefully they'd get the idea to leave. 

"Well what do you want me to say? I got wine drunk home alone and slept in when I had plans with Harry today so he came round with coffee and breakfast and I ended up falling asleep on him." 

"That did not look like sleeping." Liam laughed and I turned, glaring at him. Can we not encourage this. "Coffee please." 

"Oh you guys are not staying." 

"Yes we are. We need to talk." Bailey sat down on my island and I groaned. 

"I'm busy." 

"I'm sure he can wait." 

"This conversation can wait." I turned my back against the counter, crossing my arms at the 4 of them. They just stared at me. Well. Robin didn't. He was leaning against the door frame, staring at the floor. Okay something's not right. "What's up with your face?" He looked up. 

"Nothing." I raised an eyebrow, turning back around and finishing the now 6 drinks. "Why are you wearing Evan's jumper? I thought you gave that prick everything back and burned anything left over?" I walked around the island, taking Harry his drink. 

"I did. I found this in the back of my wardrobe. Thought it was one of your guys' to be honest. Stay here." I walked to Robin looking up at him. "You're not okay." He stared at me, not reacting. 

"I'm fine." 

"Sure." I rolled my eyes and walked past him, opening the living room door, stepping in and closing it behind me. "I made you a coffee." He turned and looked at me, sat up with messy hair, adjusting his glasses. 

"Why are they here?" He chuckled, taking the cup from me. 

"I hadn't text them back since 7 last night." 

"Aww. And you were leaving me voice notes. That's cute." I chuckled at him, crossing my arms. 

"Are you okay in here for a little bit? They want to talk about tour and everything. I don't think I'll be too long. If not we can hang out another-" 

"I'll wait Lil. I'm fine here. Don't worry." I tilted my head slightly. "We were kind of in the middle of something. Don't know about you but I don't like leaving things unfinished." He smirked and I chuckled, standing up straight and turning around, skin covered in goosebumps.

"I won't be long." I moved back into the kitchen, the four boys having moved around the table down the far end of the kitchen. I looked at Bailey, nodding at Robin and raising an eyebrow. He just shrugged, not having a clue either. Weird. "Why does it feel like I'm at an interview?" I sat down opposite them, sipping from my cup as I pulled one foot under me so I was more comfortable.