Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

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After saying my goodbyes to Liam and Chloe in Starbucks, I walked outside to find no black van and my muddy jacket hung on the branch of a tree. Then I walked back to my apartment and slipped out of my clothes and had a nice long shower.

Now, sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee and a pain in my chest I can only describe as guilt, I struggle to understand why I let myself be so judgemental. I stand my ground when I say that he needs to get his shit together but I can't call him a prick or an asshole! I'm such an asshole myself really. I need to apologise, I'm not used to hurting people and I know why exactly. I know what it feels like to be hurt, and now that I've hurt someone, my guilt seems to build every minute.

I stand up and quickly change into joggers and a top. I run up the stairs to Niall's apartment and ask for Harry.

"He isn't here." Niall states.

"What? Well then, where is he?" I ask.

"How do you expect me to know? Have you tried calling him?"

"I haven't got his nu-" I stop myself mid sentence as I remember Harry adding his number to my contact list.

"Thank you Niall!" I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze before running down the stairs. I hear a faint laugh from behind his closed door and smile to myself; Niall is such a great friend.

I reach my apartment and grab my phone from my bag. When I see 'Harry ;)' in my contacts I dial his number and put the phone to my ear. It rings and rings but no one answers.

Harry's POV

I feel my phone buzz countless times in my back pocket. I take one look at the screen and turn off my phone. I don't want to talk right now. Especially not to her. She's really pissed me off.

How could she say that? I'm not a prick who gets everything he wants. I never get anything I want. The last thing I wanted was murdered. By that motherfucking bastard, Trent. After the court session he was freed because he burnt the evidence. I couldn't help it, he needed to pay for what he did! He was almost dead before the police kept me in jail for 4 fucking months! I promised myself that he would pay, one way or another. He took away my Lucy and he's not taking anyone else. Not even Robin. My mind floated to her rant.

"He's rude, persistent, commanding and broody."

Of course I'm persistent and commanding! Okay, so I could work a little more on being nice but she doesn't know what danger is out there, she could get hurt, that's why she needs to listen to me!My intentions have always been good, from the beginning I was only thinking about her safety.

When I heard that Trent had some girl in his basement I flipped. I wouldn't let him do that again. I found him and dragged him outside where I was about to give him his payment like I promised, when I saw police cars surrounding the area. I saw the girl being brought out on a gurney. I couldn't see her face but she was badly bruised and bleeding to death. She survived but I made sure she wasn't left alone, a girl named Amy assured me that she was protected and she has my number if anyone attempts to attack them.

I don't know why, but I kept watch over Robin for the past day or two, she seems so innocent and anyone could take advantage of that. I reluctantly climb down from the tree Robin had climbed earlier today, it was the only place I knew that wasn't buzzing with noise and swarming with people. I walk over to the car, not knowing where I'm gunna go. I open the door and hop in. Just before I close the door of my car someone calls my name.

"Oi Styles!" he shouts.

I freeze as I see Jack and Kurt, the dickheads who abused that poor girl. I can't believe it, if they were in town then something was happening. Someone was gunna get hurt. What if they try it again? Anger bubbles inside of me as get out of the car and slam the car door shut. I can't believe I was ever friends with these filthy scum.

"We thought you might want to join us? We're gunna have some fun." says Kurt.

"A little Christmas birdie, innocent and hot." growls Jack. What is he talking about? He's already getting on my nerves. I ball my hands at my sides and try to calm myself with deep breathing.

"And we know you've had your eye on her too."

Robin.

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A.N. Hi there! Sorry it was such a short chapter but it's hard trying to get Harry's P.O.V. right. Don't forget to vote and comment!! They motivate me and are very appreciated,

Hermit x