Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

My eyelids flutter open as some sunlight creeps through the curtains. It takes me a moment to figure out where I am and immediately sit up in bed.

I stretch my legs and feel the cold air on my toes as they peep out of the end of the sheet. Yawning, I look around the room.

Harry.

I am on my feet in seconds and stand over him. He is lying sprawled across his bed, the sheets lie around him soaked in alcohol and blood. The large gash on his forehead sends chills through me and his busted lip makes me wince.

Before I know it I have wet a cold piece of cloth and am dabbing it onto the cut. His eyes say shut as I finish cleaning it and take the messy sheets around him to place in the washing basket. I bend over in my bag to look for some soothing cream I know I have packed when I hear him cough behind me.

"Sorry I..." I trail off as he looks at me with wide and confused eyes. The bruising around the cut on his head doesn't look as bad as it did but still looks pretty painful.

"What are you doing?" His voice is thick with sleep.

"You were hurt so-"

"I wasn't hurt"

"I just thought-"

"Well don't. I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. For fuck sake why can't anyone see that?"

"Sorry" I look away to stop him seeing the moisture that has come into my eyes.

"Listen. Just because I share a room with you doesn't mean you can do shit with me or for me. I don't want you anywhere near me to be fair"

"I didn't mean to-" my voice is full of hurt as he cuts me off.

"How do I say it? Your not my type. I prefer, well, I prefer different girls" he smiles and I feel sick.

Before he can say any more I walk quickly out of the room, grabbing my book as I hurry down the stairs.

His words hurt. I don't even know him but they still hurt. Just like the messages you get sent. You don't even know the people sat behind screens but the pain in your chest is still the same.

I look around as I reach the bottom of the stairs and spot a map placed conveniently on the wall. The field? I might be able to get some piece and quiet there.

When I get outside the harsh ear stings on my wet teary face. I wrap my cardigan as tightly as possible, pulling the sleeves down so they cover my trembling hands. I can feel the snow sneaking though the top of my shoes as I trudge towards a tree in the corner of the field. When I reach it I find a nice sized branch and hoist myself up to a reasonable hight so no one can see me. I brush the snow off the trunk and rest my back against it, making sure I don't loose my balance before opening my book once more.

'Will love succeed me? Will I let it tear me open and give it all my body can give? Of course I will. It's cold hands will wrap ahold of my mind and heart, guiding me down the wrong paths until I reach a cliff.

That's when I will jump. I will jump into the mist below and be lost forever. I will fall and watch as regret, pain and hurt wink and grin at me. I am your moon and you are my sun. I die every night to let you shine.

Nothing can save me now. Rope has taken ahold of my hands and tempted me to love. Even if I didn't want to.."

"Come on Andy! Are you really not going to give me any?" I am interrupted by shouting below me and I cover my mouth with my hand as they walk in my direction, dropping the book I was reading to the floor.

A boy with a large quiff, perfectly framed cheekbones and tattoo covered arms joins Harry and Andy. When they reach the tree I watch closely as the quiffed boy pulls out a packet of cigarettes and lights one-puffing away at it. I would have not believed what was happening was real if the smoke hadn't surrounded me, making my lungs work over time. I try hard not to cough as he continues to blow it into the air.

"Here's some stuff" Harry dumps a pile of books at his feet and it takes me almost a minute to realise whose they are. Why has he got my beloved books?

The smoking boy picks up the book I have dropped and throws it onto the pile. I want to scream but goodness knows the consequences if they found me lying on a branch directly above them.

My heart lurches as Harry brings the lighter down to my books and engulfs them in flames.

"Whose are they? Did you steal them from the library? Because I know they're not yours" the boy asks, tapping his cigarette-causing ash to fall into the small fire they have created.

"Shut up Zayn. They're that girl that I share a room with. What was her name?"

"Diana" Andy tells him and I wipe a tear off my cheek as the inked words I treasure the most are turning to ash. The crackle and pop the fire is making is enough to make me sick.

The smoke comes up and a cough leaves my mouth. I freeze. Did they hear me? My heart beat is racing out of control and I dare not look down.