Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

Harry's POV

"... and when I'm trying to protect you, you run away! I don't know what else to do because you obviously won't listen to any shit I have to say and I just can't fucking figure you out! You laugh at me and you fucking scowl at me,  cry and shout. I've always been able to figure out girls but your a fucking puzzle... and I think I like it! I think I do what I do because I care about you God damn it!" I finish my rant and look up to where Robin should be, only she isn't there.

I search the apartment, flipping over tables and throwing lamps at the wall. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?" I look through the doorway of the living room and see an open door leading to the rest of the building.

"Shit." I curse under my breath. I grab one of my many jacket and keys and slam the door shut on my way out. I just admitted that I care about her and she wasn't there to hear it. Doesn't she like me? Is she disgusted that I care about her? I fly down two flights of stairs and pound on Robin's door.

"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR ROBIN! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" I yell, what the hell is she thinking!? That I won't find her here? Where else would she go?

Anywhere. She has plenty of friends and they more than likely have their own homes. What do I do now!?

Search for clues. I step back from Robin's door and run full force into the flimsy door, instantly breaking it in two. I step into the new area and scan for any sign of life. Fish. My conscience mocks me as I find a fish bowl with an old goldfish slowly dying inside. I walk to the bedroom where a sofa bed is unmade and clothes are piled in the corner.

I begin my search in the drawers, opening and closing each one when something catches my eye. A bright screen is flashing on her bed, her phone. I quickly pick it up and answer 'Violet'.

"Hello?" a welsh accent booms through the phone, loud music playing in the background.

"Hi..uh.. it's Harry." I say, I've never really talked on the phone before.

"OH MY GOD YOUR THE GOOD LOOKING GUY WITH THE TATOOS AND SHIT WHO CAME IN DRUNK THE OTHER DAY RIGHT!? ARE YOU WITH HER NOW? OH MY GOD WERE YOU TWO IN THE MIDDLE OF SEX!? I'M SO SORRY, JUST CARRY ON BUT PUT THE SPEAKER ON! GO BACK TO YOUR PLEASURE!" She screams.

She's pissed off her head. And how does she know that I'm good looking? Did Robin tell her that? I smiled thinking of Robin talking about me, temporarily forgetting that she's missing.

"Uh, no she's not here. Do you know where she is?" I ask cautiously, I didn't know what kind of drunk she is; stupid drunk, sad drunk, serious drunk etc.

"No I haven't heard from her since she asked me where you were.... Are you two playing hide and seek?" she asks in a playful tone. Definitely stupid drunk.

"No, just look out for her okay?" I pleaded. Pathetic I know but she won't remember me begging especially if I am trying to keep her friend safe.

"Okay, duuude! THERE'S A FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" I hung up as she started chanting. Where is Robin?

I continue searching through her drawers, finding nothing. Where would I hide my personal stuff? I ask myself.

Under the bed.

Well done Einstein. It's a sofa bed with no underneath. I scan the room for anything, there's a chest of drawers -that I just searched-, a book shelf and a table with magazines and Robin's nearly dead fish floating around in his bowl. I quickly check the bathroom cabinet, only to find medicines and feminine products. I return to the living room -if you could call it that, consisting of an old armchair, an old laptop and another coffee table- and sit myself down on the chair. My head is in my hands and my elbows rest on my knees.

Where the hell are you? Should I just aimlessly drive around, looking for a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes? What if she ran into Jack and Kurt?! I stop myself before I think of further possibilities. How did she know them anyway? She yelled something about them doing something to her... but when I asked she refused to open up. She's so stubborn about every little thing she does! Why is she so stubborn!? What happened to her? You can see she used to be so carefree through her eyes. She wants adventure, but something happened that made her scared to explore.

I sigh and scan the apartment once more, drawers, bed, shelf - SHELF! She should have an address book or something shouldn't she? I scan through the novels, until I found a notebook. It was old red velvet, with pieces of paper sticking out the sides. I opened it carefully and read the first sentence.

I look in the mirror and hate what I see,

This isn't what I was looking for, it's some kind of poem book. I read the rest of the short poem.

a broken down girl, staring back at me.

Her eyes are swollen, her skin pale as snow,

'If I disappear, will anyone know?'

What.the.hell.

A.N. So sorry for the short(ish) chapter!! I had writters block for ages and just couldn't get Harry's reaction right. But all's done and maybe double update??

Mama Herm x