Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19

Robin's POV

I'm woken up by my phone on the table, I grab it and look at the screen. Wait, this isn't mine? The lock screen has a picture of Harry, a vibrant red head and a green haired boy. They're all sitting at a bar drunk and smiling. They look slightly familiar. Before I can put a finger on it, Harry comes walking through the glass door and I sit up and place the phone back on the table.

"What are you doing with my phone?" he asks, he doesn't look mad or anything, just confused.

"It woke me up. You got a message." I explain.

"Oh." He takes it from the table and replies within seconds before putting it back on the table. "Do you wanna get changed or..?" he gestures to his top adorning my torso.

"Uh yeah, I'll just go get my stuff." I say and go into his bedroom. I grab my clothes and my notebook and we head on our way.

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"How am I supposed to get in?" I huff. Damn handymen and their stupidity.

"Here." Harry pulls a pocket knife from his back pocket and rips the cardboard easily. I walk in and dump my clothes in the laundry bag. Ugh. I have to do that later.

"Hey Squish." I say, it's kind of a habit, my goldfish was my only company for a while. We used to talk about fish films, like Nemo and Help! I'm a fish! before acting out our favourite parts. He would always be the jellyfish that said nothing. I'd be there going "Hey little guy! I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine, and he will be my Squishy." and he'd just be there.

I walk into the bedroom, if you could call it that, and freeze. It's a tip.

"Crap." I curse. He didn't have to rip my 'bedroom' apart! More fucking work for me.Harry stays in the living room so I change into some joggers and a tank top, shrugging a jacket on over the top.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Harry enters as I start chucking my clothes into piles.

"It's fine." I sigh. I place some jeans on top of other jeans and bend down to get my favourite dress, the navy blue with gold jewels. I brush it down and put it on a hanger. I catch a glimpse of Harry in the mirror and shift my gaze to where he's staring. My underwear and bras are strewn all over the floor and a couple pads are in view. I chuck a top at Harry's head and he snaps out of his gaze. Uh, boys.

"Can you just give me two secs?" I request.

"Okay." He closes the door behind him as I walk over to the underwear covered part of the floor. I'm about to start tidying when Harry yells, "ONE! TWO!" and bursts through the door with an innocent look on his face.

"Very funny." I say sarcastically.

"Hilarious, don't you think?" He smiles, his dimples popping only slightly.

"Go-" I think of something for him to do, "Go feed Squishy!" I raise my hands as a Hazzah! and shoo him out of the room. Though he won't move, I'm just walking on the spot trying to push him out.

"Who?" He chuckles.

"Squishy, the goldfish." I state the obvious.

"Squishy!? Yeah, I think he's dead." he laughs. What?

"No! He's just old!" I argue. He was my Nans, that she kept for years and gave to me as a moving out gift, so yeah, he's like 14 years old. And there's like 8 fish years to a human year? So yeah I'm living with a 112 year old. We should have a letter from the damn Queen.

"Sure, sure," he chuckles. I give him one last shove and he finally moves, allowing me to close the door.

I clean up the rest of my room and fix my hair into a high ponytail. I chuck on some shoes and search for my phone. Where the hell is it? I decide to ring it from the house phone. I move into the living room and Harry's there prodding Squishy. I laugh inwardly hoping he'd get 'stung'. Not fatally, it would just be funny.