Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10

"How do you know them? Is that how they found me?! Did you tell them where I live!? Are you their friends? Do you know what they did!? HOW COULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE WHO DID THAT TO ME AND THEN HELP THEM FIND ME AGAIN!?" I gasp at my own words and cover my mouth. I shake my head, and squeeze my eyes shut, backing away into the living room. Why did I just say that!? I can't assume he's their friend! What if he is though, he's got me locked in his apartment, he knows where mine is, he could easily outrun me and overpower me. And I just partly admitted that I have a past with them...

The edge of the sofa hits me behind my knees and I collapse onto the cushioned furniture. I feel tears splash endlessly on my arms and sob after sob escapes my mouth. Hands gently pried mine from my face and green eyes peered at me. Harry's kneeling in front of me on the floor.

"What did they do to you?" he asks, concern clear on his features. I don't respond, so Harry decides to answer my question.

"No. We.....used to be friends." he whispers. What's that supposed to mean? I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and he seems to notice. He takes my small hands in his large ones.

"It was a long time ago, in London."

I don't know what to say now, does he know what they did to me? Did he used to do that? Am I in a room with a rapist?

No. He's been nice, mostly. If he was going to take advantage of me, he would have done it in his ominous van. But, what if they saw me with him, and then beat my address out of him...

"Why did you fight them?" I ask. He sighs and takes his gaze from my face.

"They..." He seems hesitant to answer, so I interrupt him.

" You fought and then they chased me here. How am I not suppose to make a connection?" I look at my lap and fresh tears flow down my face. He turns his face to me now, he tilts my head to meet his gaze.

"You don't think I told them did you?" Hurt is evident in his eyes and I try to stop the new tears from spilling but he catches them as they reach my cheeks, he's now sat besides me on the sofa.

"I-I..." I break out into sobs and Harry wraps his arms around my frail body and lift me onto his lap. I fist his white t-shirt in between my fingers and sob into his chest. I'm mostly crying because I know I've hurt him, again. How do I hurt this man so easily?

"Shhh.." he comforts me. After about 10 minutes of crying into his chest I sniffle and pull back a little only to be tugged back into his chest.

"I didn't tell them anything about you," he whispers into my hair, "I fought them because they... they're after you."

My eyes widen in fear. Not again..PLEASE!!!

A whimper escapes my lips and Harry presses a kiss to my temple.

"They've done disgusting things in the past, you can't go near them okay?"

Is he kidding me?

"I know what they did," I stare at the wall, my eyes have dried now and my voice is harsh.

"What do you mean?" Harry asks. Doesn't he know?

"You don't know..." I mumble in realisation. I stare at his face with wide eyes.

"What? Robin how do you know?" He asks a bit frantic. Should I tell him? Can I trust him?

"I just do." I reply, not really wanting to discuss my past, I shift my gaze to Harry's blank t-shirt. Harry sighs and shakes his head.

"Where were you when they found you?" he asks, changing the subject.

"Walking home from the park."

"Why were you at the park at this time of night?" He asks harshly.

"I was looking for you." I say as quietly as possible without turning to a whisper. I watch his reaction at my words; confusion, realisation and then frustration decorates his beautiful face. "I wanted to apologise," I finish.

He pauses for a while but changes his expression to sympathetic as he sees my tear/mascara stained face.

"What happened?" He asks in a concerned voice. That question has so many answers and I think he wants to know them all.

"Can we not talk about this right now?" I plead desperately. All I want now is to cuddle into his chest and drift off into deep sleep. He frowned at my request.

"No. We need to... I kneed to know." he says sternly holding my forearms tightly.

"Well, I'm not in the mood so I'm not telling you."

"I will find out you know. There's plenty of people I can.... ask." he says darkly. I jerk my arms from his grip.

"Stop. It's none of your business so stop snooping around my past." I snap. He stands up, forcing me from his lap and onto the sofa. He heads for the kitchen and leaves me in the living room.

"Rude." I scoff.

"Excuse me?" he turns around slowly.

Oh God....

"Nothing..." I mumble.

"Thanks for saying it to my face this time." he snaps.

"I didn't mean it like that, it just slipped out..." Harry cuts across me.

"Forget about it. Ya know what? Forget we even met! It'll be better for both of us." He grimaces.

"You know that won't work," I say, narrowing my eyes at him. We live in the same apartment, have the same friends and even go to the same collage for God's sakes!

"Well maybe we should start over and I'll show you what a real asshole is like!" he yells. He's getting angry now, I can see it in his eyes.

"We don't need to start over for you to be an asshole, assholes get into fights and share other peoples addresses to rapists, am I right?" I fire back.

"I already told you I didn't tell them!" he shouts.

"And I already apologised!" I yell. By now he's balled his hands into fists and his nostrils are flaring, not to mention his clenched jaw.

"Maybe you should take your fat arse out of here and take it back to the brothel it came from." he says. My jaw falls open as I watch him rant. "You drive me insane woman, you won't listen, your so stubborn, and you just won't give in! In the two days I've known you you've been uptight and reluctant to anything I say, you always over think things but then when I suggest something the answer is immediately no! You don't give a second thought when it comes to me and when I'm trying to protect you, you run away!" During his rant he tugs at his hair, waves his arms around and paces back and forth, only looking at the ground. Just like me.

His words sink deep and hit that locked box in my memory. Acting like a key, his words release memory after memory of abuse and insults sprint through my mind. I quickly exit the room while Harry is looking at the floor.

I scurry to the door and open every lock. I swing the door open and glance behind me with watery eyes to find an empty doorway. I run down the stairs, passing my apartment, bolting through the doors and outside, tears streaming silently down my face. I forget about Jack and Kurt and go straight to Trish's.

A.N. I just thought you would like to see the 'support' my friends are giving me:

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