Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

"What a-are you doing?" My voice is shaky as his head rests on my shoulder, hands still gripping my waist.

"Because your crying. Don't be upset Diana. Tell me what is wrong"

"I..I..it's hard...I am so..alone" I blink to try and stop the tears but they still spill onto my cheeks. "I am better off not being here"

"Don't ever say that" Harrys curls brush my shoulder. I don't reply, I don't know what to say.

My eyelids are becoming heavier as the minutes pass and I feel myself falling asleep in his muscular arms.

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Harry's POV

In her sleep she moved so her head leant against my chest. My arms caressing the small of her back as she breathes in and out slowly. There is a tiny crease between her brows and a small frown on her lips. Tears have made her cheeks red and stained with mascara. Her lashes still appear wet in the light that creeps through the crack in the curtain.

I thought I would be hungover but I'm not. I can't believe what I am doing. My mind reels with the possibilities of why I am doing this. Why am I lying in her bed with my arms around her waist? I have never done this to anyone. I know she is broken and I felt that urge inside of me to comfort her. It feels so much better helping and holding someone then I ever thought it would. And a small and rather embarrassed part of me wonders if I am doing it right.

She's not my type. Definitely not. The girls I have always gone for have so much more confidence but they don't really care about anything but themselves. Diana is insecure, naive, selfless and fragile. I keep thinking that maybe I can be the one to pick up the pieces and mend her but I push it to the back of my head.

"Harry?" Diana looks into my eyes and I didn't even realise she had woken up.

"Good morning"

"Thank you so much" she giggles and immediately her cheeks flame even redder then they are. I try to make eye contact but she shys away.

I feel myself grinning, actually grinning and her cold fingertips reach up to touch my dimples.

I move myself from her and get out of bed. My clothes from last night are still on and I have stuff to do today.

I go into the bathroom and splash my face with cold water, refreshing me instantly. My hands reach to my razor but I stop. It's been broken. Split in half. I turn around to yell at Diana when out of the corner of my eyes I see a glimpse of something shiny in the corner of the tiled floor. My heartbeat increases and a sickness appears in the pit of my stomach as I take the cold, lifeless pieces of metal in the palm of my hand.

I stand less then two metres away from her bed. Her eyes focus on the wall and a dreamy and tired expression is on her face.

"Diana" I say and her eyes dart up to me. She looks at me with a confused look until she sees the blades laid on my palm-my arm stretched out so she can see them.

Her eyes flash with worry.

"I'm sorry" she looks at the floor.

"Show me" I instruct and drop the blades to the ground, sitting next to her on the bed.

Nervously her fingers fumble with her sleeve and she pulls it up to her elbow. I can barely look at the small cuts that line her perfect smooth milk skin. The cuts lie above older scars and I trace them with my finger before taking her arm up to my lips.

"You are worth so much more then pieces of metal" I squeeze her hand in mine and she smiles.

"I'm just going for a shower. you have to eat remember" I tell her and she nods as I walk out of the room, shutting the door closed behind me.

My fingers run through my hair and I breath in and out, pacing back and forth in the corridor. She harms herself. Hurting her skin like people do to her heart. I didn't mean the things I said, then again, I never see the consequences. I have heard of self harmers but I always thought they were attention seekers. It's not until you meet the people that you realise, you were wrong all along. She thinks she deserves the pain because she is so used to it. My eyes sting at the thought and I rush off to the showers before I can be seen.

Diana POV

I sigh a happy sigh as I walk down the corridor towards the library. I feel refreshed. My cuts have been kissed, my heart lifted and my blades flushed. I sit down in the library on a large chair. Even if I am not reading, the atmosphere and feel of the place is calming.

I knew I liked Harry. It was always there at the back of my mind but I pushed it back. Now that he lay with his arms around me and got rid of my blades, I know for sure I was right.

My mind races back to yesterday and the day before.

He burnt my books for fun. He called me names. He gave me nasty looks. Despite everything I know I like him. The only think stronger then fear is hope. The hope that maybe he likes me too.

Deciding I have turned a new leaf, I walk into the canteen and take a bacon sandwich in my hand. The smell of it alone makes me gag but I know I need it. After paying, I look around the busy canteen for a seat.

"Diana!" Someone calls my name and I spin around to see Andy.

"Hey Andy" I try to be as polite as I can be considering the circumstances. Harry and four other people appear at his sides. Harry's eyes focus on something in the distance.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come out on a date with me?" Andy asks and Harrys eyes snap to mine. A lump has formed in the back of my throat as they look at me.

"Go on Diana, why not?" Harry asks and I frown. What?

"What? I..I thought you liked me?" the words tumble out of my mouth before I can process them and his head droops down as he shuffles on his feet.

"Why would you think that?" His voice is quieter then usual and he shakes his head.

"You..you lay with me. You flushed my blades" I must look so pathetic right now.

"They were my blades Diana. I was drunk" he half laughs and although his friends laugh with him, worry flashes in his eyes.

"Sure. What time?" I ask Andy and Harrys smile fades.

"Tonight. Ten. I will see you on the field" he winks at me and my stomach knots.