Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Suspicions

It's Saturday night and I just came home from Jake Davidson's new years party. Bit late really considering it's the 3rd of January. My navy cocktail dress clings to my curves perfectly, the gold jewels decorating my cleavage, I feel like I had just won an award. It was such an awesome party, with booze and loud music and even a pool! Of course I didn't want to risk destroying my best dress so I stayed away from the stumbling wet teens.

I look at myself in the mirror one last time I couldn't help smiling, my Mum would be proud to see me now. I'm studying at Cardiff University. My grades are high, my trouble making is low and I feel confident with my new lifestyle. I take the hair grip out of my straight blonde hair and watch as it cascades down my body, reaching my waist. My little pep talk there helps me with keeping my spirit high, otherwise I loose myself in depression. My therapy sessions helped with that and told me to lie to myself to make me feel better. Basically they told me to live someone else's life. So I do.

I think the worst parts of my life (except for the loss of my Mum of course) is my run down flat and my love life. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I have somewhere to live, but this is pathetic. There are leaks in the roof, where upstairs leaves their bath running for so long, I have a fold out sofa bed which isn't very comfortable, no curtains, no kitchen, a small bathroom (that has no bath) no tv and a tiny mouse that squeaks considerably loud at night.

But of course there are people who help me through all life's problems. Chloe, Trish, Amy, Violet, Cyndie, Jacob and Niall are my closest friends. Niall and Cyndie have a thing and Jacob is my gay best friend who I normally take shopping. I smile at the memory of styling a bodycon dress and Jacob showering me with complements, such as "you go gurl!" and "if I was straight, I'd be following you around like a puppy dog!". Me and Niall are very close after the incident and I'm glad we stayed that way.

I've got to admit though, I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish I had someone to hold me at night, tell me how beautiful I am, or even just to hold my hand. Saying this, I don't miss my old boyfriend at all, I'd rather spend my whole life alone than get back together with Trent. I never thought I would be treated like that, now I have the scars to remind me... He's gone to prison now, it's been almost 6 months and I'm glad that he's gone. My confidence falters every time I think of him. I won't let him get to me, not again. I've rid myself of my doubts about myself. That's why I had therapy, and they did a damn good job.

Anyway, I bring my dress over my head and chuck it in the washing bag ready to be taken to the laundry room in the basement. I chuck a shirt on that's four sizes too big and wipe off my tiny amount of make-up. I never wear pyjamas, they're always too uncomfortable. I jump into my fold out sofa bed thingy and turn on my phone. 2 text messages and 1 missed phone call. I decide to listen to my voice message and it's from Niall,

'Hey Robin, don't forget my new roommate is coming over from England tomorrow, just thought you should be reminded coz we do live in the same flat and all, right got to go bye!'

Oh gosh, how could I forget!? His name is Harry and he's moving here to Wales to go to college with Niall, which is also my college. How fun. I read through my texts which are empty, meaningless attempts to make conversation and turn off my phone. I will reply tomorrow, and somehow, I manage to fall asleep with my mind buzzing with possibilities of tomorrow's events.

***

I wake up to the sound of crashing in the hallway, what now? I grab my watch and see that it's 7:10 am, might as well get up now, 20 minutes earlier than normal. I get up, out of bed and shiver as the cold hits my bare legs. I shouldn't let that person in the hallway get away with what he's done, depriving me of precious sleep. I chuck a pair of cotton shorts on to make sure nothing is visible when I confront this drunkard. I open the door and I'm in disbelief as a shirtless guy wraps his arms around me sending me tumbling to the floor, with him on top of me.

"Hey! Niall my buddy! What are you doing on the floor?" he slurs.

He's looking for Niall? Is this Harry?

"Um, I'm not Niall and you fell on top of me." I reply.

"Oh sorry love," he turns his head to look at me, "although we could have some fun while we're down here." A mischievous smirk spreads over his face. What a pervert.

"Get off," I huff. He gets to his feet and uses my dresser to steady himself. Oh my goodness, he is beautiful. His toned, tanned torso is the first thing I see, but it's nothing in comparison to his face. Curly brown hair frames his masculine face, his green, glassy eyes watch me as I cautiously raise from the floor.

"No need to get your knickers in a twist!" he chuckles, his dimples introducing themselves.

I decide to ignore his snide comment and introduce myself.

"Anyways, I'm Robin Cole." I say holding my hand out.

"Nice to meet you Robin." he mocks me in a high voice and I lower my hand, and frown. I hope he won't always be like this, rude and annoying, I have to spend 2 years with him already. When he doesn't answer me, I cross my arms and say "And you are?"

"Harry." he bluntly answers.

How polite. At least he confirms my thoughts.

"Well Niall lives on the 4th floor, you're on the 2nd." I say and point towards the stairs. He just looks at me and it's very unnerving.

"Do you want me to show you?" I say talking like I would to a 4 year old. The last thing I expected him to do was nod and say "please" which is exactly what he did.

"Uh, okay?" I say, caught off guard. I walk over to him and he puts his arm over my shoulder to steady himself. As we walk towards the stairs he whispers in my ear,

"I love your shirt by the way,"

What?

I look down at my shirt and it reads 'If I were a watermelon, would you suck or spit my seed?'

Just my luck.