Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

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After the 10 minute car drive, we grabbed a coffee from Starbucks and made our way to our first class: mine is assessment; his is environmental design since he wants to be an architect and travel the world. Me? I want to be a secondary school teacher.

I absolutely love kids, I want a family and a good career in the future. Not anytime soon, but I hope that one day I could have a happy family gathered around the log fire, snuggling on the sofa on Christmas eve just before we leave for midnight mass. How could you not want that? That is my dream, not my plan but I will do as much as I can to have that some day.

"Earth to Robin!" Niall waves his hand in front of my face.

"Hm?" I say, completely out of it.

"I said bye and you just stood there staring into space." he grins. I can't help the heat from creeping up to my cheeks causing them to blush.

"Sorry, I'll meet you at Starbucks later?" I swiftly try to change the subject,

"I can't, sorry, I'm meeting Cyndie after cultural studies, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah I'll walk through the park and do some shopping on my way home." I smile at him to assure him that I'll be fine.

"Okay, see you at the flat!" he calls as he walks away,

"Nine o' clock sharp!" I say playfully as I open the door to my first class, I swear I heard him chuckle at my fail to open a locked door.

"Can I help you miss?" I hear an authoritative voice from behind me as I pull at the hopeless door. Shit, I slowly turn to see a middle aged balding man with a full belly and glasses.

"Oh sorry." I reply, my body flushing with heat.

"If you're one of those pupils who like to be 5 minutes early you'll need to make a key, I'm not a second earlier or later than I need to be. Therefore you'll have to wait every morning until I arrive and open the classroom." he says.

"Sorry," I mumble again.

He unlocks the door and enters, when I'm about to walk in he slams the door in my face. How professional.

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After an hour and a half of lecturing us on how to behave and when to be here for lessons, we are dismissed and I head straight for curriculums. When I arrive a small amount of people have already chosen seats so I head to the back row and sit in the corner. I feel a buzzing in my bag and check my phone, it's from Jacob.

Hay!

What the actual fuck Jacob. I'll text him later when I have the energy to type a furious response. I place my phone back in my bag and turn my attention to the endless flow of students flooding the room.

"Hey, is this seat taken?" a red head asks, I could see her tongue piercing as she spoke.

"No," I say shaking my head, "I'm Robin." I smile.

"Alex," she smiles.

"Who you talking to Al?" A green haired guy with an eyebrow piercing pokes Alex's arm and she turns around to kiss his cheek

"Zack, this is Robin. Robin, Zack is my boyfriend." she states. I can see that.

"Hi" I wave awkwardly.

"Hey, did you go to the party last weekend? " he asks.

"Jake Davidson's?"

"Yeah. With the pool? I'm pretty sure I saw you there with Niall."

"You know Niall? And yeah I was." I smile again.

"We were mates in Ireland before I moved to England, now I've moved here with a friend." he explains. Who else do I know that's come over from England?

"Do you mean Harry Styles?"

"Do you know him too?! Yeah, I lived with him for a couple years until I found my own place. He's staying at Nialls now."

"Yeah, I know, they live two floors above my flat." I say.

"Oh well good luck with that! He can be a dick at times." He smirks.

"Thanks for the warning." I roll my eyes.

"So Robin? What's your story?" asks Alex.

"I come from Newport, I went to a welsh school and comp, I have a crappy flat and just enough money to live." I say. Not much to brag about really...

"How do you know Niall then?" she asks.

"We met at a party and I hung out with his group of friends for a while." I reply.

"That's it? No terrible backstory, no divorced parents or harmful relationships?" Asks Zack. He hit his target there.

"I had a really bad relationship before and my parents aren't divorced." The one's just deceased.

"Do tell!" Alex urges.

"Well his name was Trent, basically he abused me and now he's in jail." I put it as bluntly as possible since I don't want to go into much detail.

Zack whispers something in Alex's ear and her eyes widen and her face becomes full of sympathy. Strange.

"I'm sorry!" says Alex and she pulls me into a comforting hug. Okay? When she pulls away I smile at her despite my confused feeling and the teacher finally walks in; we turn our attention to him. He lectures on about an assessment strategy and deciding on levels and all that. When he dismisses us, I wave goodbye to Zack and Alex who are getting a coffe before class, and head for my last class: Learning theories.