Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23

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The lesson finally finishes and I pack up my notes and place my bag on my shoulder.

"Great notes by the way." Harry smirks. He's referring to the doodles I drew of a turtle and a fish. I'm obsessed with Nemo. It's like a disease.

"Oh piss off." I laugh. I walk outside noticing the lovely weather, glad that I wore a dress today. Just a plain green and white flowery dress, my hair up with strands falling to the side of my face waved slightly. I search for Niall's car. I can't see it and a frown forms on my face.

"Turn that frown upside down. You'll have to walk home with me." Harry raises his eyebrows, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I'm not going home, I need to do something." I sigh, "Maybe another time?" I offer. But he shakes his head violently and his curls fly everywhere. I giggle and Harry looks up at me confused but soon catches on and pulls the stupidest face I have ever seen.

Then I snort. The strangest noise is made and Harry stares at me. My eyes widen in shock and Harry burst out laughing, causing a blush to creep onto my cheeks.

"No I'm walking you then." He says but he can't seem to shake the smile from his beautiful face.

"No, I'm okay seriously." I say and start to walk away backwards.

"I'm coming. It wasn't a question." He says it like it was obvious.

"But you can't!" I blurt, Harry now walking after me as I walk away.

"And why not?" He challenges.

"Because-ooh!" I whack into the back of a tree and Harry pins me to it.

"Because..." he taunts, and his breath hits my neck. Oh Jesus.

"Coz..I want...H-Harry, I want... something." I stutter. His lips wont stop moving against my skin, the pressure builds just above my collarbone and I know he's found my sweet spot. He closes the gap between our hips and he moans so quietly, I think he didn't do it internationally. But seriously that was hot.

"What do you want baby?" He whispers huskily against me. Oh fuck. I'm practically melting under his touch. He ghosts his lips over the purple mark he's made and goosebumps form on my exposed skin. His hand moves from its place on my waist and slithers up my dress to caress my thigh. I gasp and say the first thing that comes to mind.

"F-ish." I say through my teeth. Harry chuckles starts to leave sloppy kisses up my neck, towards my jaw. "I'm buying a n-new fish."

"So why can't I come?" He says in between kisses. My hands go to push at his chest in protest when really all I want to do right now is slam my lips against his, but Harry catches them and hoists them above my head, leaving me defenceless. His hand glides over my fresh scars and I clamp my thighs together, whimpering. Harry pulls back, leaving one last kiss on my jaw, but he still holds my hostage with my hands above my head. I'm breathing so fast I think Usain Bolt wouldn't be able to keep up. Harry's about to say something about my thighs when I cut him off,

"Uhm, uh-I...because, oh for fucks sake. I'm not buying a flipping fish. I need to do some shopping." I absolutely hate myself when I can't think clearly. I didn't want to go buy a new fish, as I said, I need to do some shopping...  "and you can't come because it's...personal shopping" I mumble, looking down at the ground. Why couldn't I have said something like "I'm going to my brothers dog's funeral." even though I don't have a brother. No one questions when a funeral's involved.

"That's not what I was gunna say." He furrows his eyebrows. "And you know it." He holds my wrists in one hand and moves my chin so I would look him in the eye. "You're not telling me something."

"I just need some tampons.." I mumble, trying to change the subject and add a little humour, but he's just getting pissed by it. I can tell.

"Don't try to get out of this." He seethes. His eyes are a deep shade of green and are narrowed at me.

"I don't anymore. It's gone, it's done. It's nothing." I assure him, and myself.

"You're coming with me. Home. Now." He growls. I nod out of fright as he pulls me down the path.

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He hasn't said a word and it scares me. His long strides make me drag my shoes against the floor. We reach the second floor and he roughly guides me through my doorway. He drops my hand and turns to me looking like a flipping bomb that's about to explode.

"Why. Tell me." He spits.

"I don't want to." I mumble. He grabs me by my forearms, his head dangerously close to mine.

"YOU WILL FUCKING TELL ME WHY!" He shouts and I turn my head from him, my eyes getting teary.

"It's over now, I finished it, it's gone, it's-"

"Why! Why Robin! That's my fucking question!" He lets me go and starts pulling on his hair, pacing the room. I can't help but feel a kind of anger grow inside of me, I want to shout in his face telling him that it's none of his business. He knows all about me and I know hardly anything about him! He's given me no reason to trust him and I would tell him that, it's just that he looks so fucking scary right now.

"Didn't you read the notebook?" I whisper. It explains it all in there. I frown and retrieve it from the shelf, turning to the right page and thrusting it into his grip. He looks at me like I just agreed to fucking anal.

"Burn it when your done" I bite and leave the apartment.

I'm about to shut the door when I lock stares with Harry. I slam the door and make my miserable way to Niall's.

A.N. omg its been ages since I updated so I think I'm gunna shorten the chapters and update more frequently (?) so yeah...

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