Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

My phone begins to vibrate in my pocket and I close the book. A few readers stare at me as I press the phone to my ear and hurry out of the library.

"Beth?" I whisper until I am back into the corridor

"Diana how are you?"

"I'm good. It's just.."

"Just what?"

"Andy" I sigh.

"What about Andy?" I can picture her rolling her ocean blue eyes at me and twirling her dyed blonde hair around her finger. She looks nothing like me.

"He's..." I try to find the words

"He's what?" Beth snaps

"He likes me"

"What?"

"I'm sorry" tears prick in my eyes. I hate being the bearer of bad news. Because, even if I have nothing to do with it, the person always has that same look in there eyes when I talk. I can imagine Beth with that same glare.

"He doesn't like you" Beth almost laughs

"I heard him. He is dumping you after Christmas"

"Your lying"

"I'm not!" I protest, running up the stairs and towards my room.

"You have always been jealous" Beth says and my heart sinks. "Of my looks, personality and boyfriends. I can't even remember you having a boyfriend" she laughs and a lump forms in the back of my throat.

I swing the door open and am glad to find the room empty.

"That's not true" my voice cracks

"Not to mention how Mum and Dad preferred me. They were always paying attention to me while you were sat in some dark place carving letters in your wrists" I know she is only saying this out of anger and denial but the words still hurt just as much. "Why would you even make this up? For attention? I bet-" I don't let her finish before putting down the phone.

It's true. Everything she said is true.

The bedside table sits directly in front of me and I and help but kick it into the wall, screaming and tugging at my hair.

I stalk into the bathroom. I break Harrys razor that lies in the sink and slide out the blades as effortlessly as ever. My body sinks to the floor and I cry into my knees. My face is hot, wet and itchy from tears. I have never felt so alone.

The sting in my wrists brings me a satisfying relief as I throw Harrys used blades across the floor-they make a horrible noise as they scratch against the tiles.

I pull fistfuls of my hair and scream into my palms. I have no friends, no comforts and none of my books to help me escape.

Even my sister is against me. I have never heard her like that. Has Andy turned her into something she isn't? Did I ever really know her? I decide I find Andy scarier then Harry. The way his personalities flip in an instant is frightening and the way he would ditch my sister in the flick of a switch makes me feel sick.

Harry's POV

"What? What the fuck do you mean you forgot it?" I snap at Niall who flicks his messy blonde hair to the side and shrugs.

"This is such a lame party" the annoying blonde that sits on my lap huffs and I roll my eyes.

Louis's small room is cloudy with cigarette fumes and cramped full of at least eight people.

"Damn we have run out of vodka shots. Harry do you have any?" Perrie flutters her lashes whilst Zayn kisses her neck and I pull a gagging face-causing the people around me to laugh.

"Go and get us some. I know how much you have" Andy pushes my shoulder and I sigh, getting up, taking the blonde off me and leaving the room.

These so called "party's" suck. They're not even parties. They are just a load of fucked up teenagers who have nothing better to do then sit in a room smoking, drinking and playing spin the bottle.

When I reach my room I silently pray Diana isn't in there. I open the door and thankfully she isn't.

I tug at the zip on my bag and pull out a bottle. Sitting down on my bed, I take out a glass and fill it up-knowing that the entire bottle will be gone as soon as I walk back into that room.

I welcome the burn in my throat as I down it and pour another.

I stop pouring when I hear a noise in the bathroom. A sniffle. I put down the glass as quietly as possible and wait for the noise to come again.

It does. This time it is crying. It's Diana, I know it is. What is she crying about? The sound pains me and I panic at the emotions I am feeling towards her. I never want to comfort people, never. It must be the drink or the fumes but something isn't making me think straight.

I sit emotionless at the edge of my bed as she appears from behind the bathroom door. Her bloodshot eyes widen when she sees me and a single tear falls down her cheek. I watch silently as she climbs into her bed, her back turned to me as she faces the wall.

Without thinking, my shoes have been removed and my feet carry me towards her bed.

Diana's POV

I jump as two long arms wrap around my waist. Goose bumps run along my body as his touch warms me.

I don't know what to do or say, this feels so wrong yet so right and I know I don't want anyone else. He was the comfort I was needing. My mind races. He would never comfort me, would he? The rude tattooed boy with the brown curls is cuddling...me?

"Diana" he whispers in my ear and I can smell the liquor lips. He pulls the duvet up to our necks, his arm never leaving my waist.

"Tell me" his breath makes a shiver run down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"It's ok not to be ok sometimes" he pulls me closer to him. I still haven't seen his face. My teary eyes focus on the wall in front of me. His words are so soothing and my heart leaps as he presses a warm kiss against the back of my neck.