Suspicions (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 28

Robin's POV

I watch as he hoists himself up. I sit next to him resting my forehead on his shoulder.

"Trent took someone before you were taken. Raped her, killed her." Harry struggles to be quiet, I can tell, he wants to burst with anger. This must have really hurt him. I listen intently and urge him on.

"I loved her." He squeezes his eyes shut and grips the edge of the mattress. "And I let her get killed."

"You didn't do anything but love her." I object.

"Exactly!" He suddenly gets up and paces the room in frustration, a habit I've concluded. "I let her go and look where that got her! A day away and she's gone! I didn't protect her," He sits back next to me and hides his face in his palms. "I didn't even try."

"It wasn't your fault Harry." I comfort. I don't know what else to do. He's talking about someone he loved that was killed. Normally you should comfort a mourning person, but I just don't know how.

"I miss her." He sniffs. He's crying silently, and I rub my hand over his back awkwardly.

"I know, I'll go get you a glass of water." I say and rise from the bed, striding my way to the kitchen. I fill a glass with water, as said, and make my way back to the bedroom where I'm surpised with a forceful kiss.

Harry pulls back from the kiss and looks me in the eye, holding me by my shoulders.

"I won't let you out of my sight. It won't happen again okay?" Harry desperately says.

"Okay Harry." I smile slightly and offer him the glass, "I got you some water."

"You can't go anywhere without me okay?" He demands, completely ignoring my offer. And I can go wherever I want, I obviously won't go alone, but he doesn't need to protect me 24/7.

"Have some water Harry." I say politely.

"I don't want the damn water!" He shouts, whacking the glass from my hand to the floor, smashing the glass. I gasp at his sudden outburst and move my line of sight to Harry.

"I won't go anywhere alone Harry but you can't go everywhere with me." I say slowly. Hesitantly, he nods and pulls me into a hug. We stand there enjoying each others comfort.

"I'm sorry, I get a bit bipolar when things get serious." He says quietly, both of us giggling at his end comment. We pull away and I start cleaning the broken glass. Harry wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me up.

"We'll get Niall to clean it up in the morning," he whispers, "lets go to bed." I lean my head back on his chest and he guides me backwards to the bed.

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A.N. I have worked out a timetable thingy majigle. So Monday and Thursdays I should update and they'll be around the 500 words mark. Sorry about the long wait :$

Lurrrrv,

Mama Hermit xx