Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I stare out of the window to try and regain my thoughts. The road is icy and sludgy and as I lean my head on the cold glass condensation begins to form.

The car stills before I am ready and all my anger dissolves as my father opens my door. The cold air that hits me chills my body and I step cautiously onto the icy ground.

"Have fun Diana" he grins and squeezes me tightly. I sigh and grip onto my suitcase handle, walking towards the entrance of the camp.

"I love you" Dad smiles sympathetically as he sits back down in the front seat of the car and closes the door. My eyes become glossy as it drives off down the road and I blink a few times to restore my vision.

The car has gone and I stand alone in the snow like a lost little girl hoping I can run after it and beg them to take me with them.

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"And your name is?" the tall woman with long jet black hair looks up at me over her desk. Her face shape is unfortunately masculine and her eyebrows are in a definite need of plucking. Peering closely, I can just make out the faded letters to spell, 'Veronica' on her name badge.

"I'm Diana" I shuffle on the balls of my feet and look around. The building is larger and older then I thought it would be which gives me hope that I may actually enjoy this trip. I love anywhere old and the sound of slow music in the background makes my book obsessed mind race.

"Oh yes here you are. You will be sleeping on floor two, number 5" her eyes flash with what looks like worry for a second as she scans a clipboard with her eyes.

"Is there a problem?"

"No no" she dismisses, "have fun"

I carry my suitcase to the second floor and thank myself for packing lightly. I practically live in trackies, vest tops and high tops so it didn't take me long. It is the books that take up most the weight. I hadn't brung that many as I was hoping there was a library. I will have to look later.

My hands fumble with the key and I check once more that this is the right one before turning it in the lock. I would hate to walk into someone else's room.

The small room consists of two beds, a bedside cabinet, a small wooden stall and an on suite toilet. As I dump my stuff and lie back on the bed I can't help but think about Beth. How are her and Andy? I know this was a big step for her, spending Christmas with his family. She's like me in the way that she thinks they won't like her. She convinces herself of it. I know they do though, and I know that even if they didn't then Andy would still flaunt her and boast about her to them. The way he is so proud and happy with her makes my heart sink whenever I see them. Selfish, I know, but I can't help but feel that way.

I check the time, 6:00, dinner will be at 7:30 so I have an hour to myself.

Before I even think my book is in my hand and my fingers flick through the pages. I am not the most sociable of people but it suits me. Don't things always end happier in books then in real life? Aren't they more exciting and more fulfilling?

I begin to read and a bubble of thought automatically forms around me as my eyes take in the inked words.

'What is love? It can be seen, heard felt. Given, received, stolen, saved and killed. It can hurt us more then life itself ever could yet we welcome it with open arms. It is evil and sneaky, tricking us and pushing us to make us fall before we are ready.

I can see him now, sat on his throne, his fingers playing with the key to my heart. Every pinch or knock he gives the metal sends a pain through my chest. Like I am his puppet, he is my controller. And because love has given him my heart, the strings have attached themselves to me and each of his movements controls me. There is no escape from love. No matter how much you try and hide it will find you. It always does.'