Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

"I have some stuff to do today" Harry says, pulling his sweatshirt over his head. I smile at the words 'Teenage Runaway' printed on the black fabric.

"Me too" I pull my hair up into a messy bun and walk into the bathroom to wash my face.

"Andy should be fine. I will speak to him"

"Be careful" I tell him whilst brushing my teeth, spitting into the sink.

"Diana I will be fine" Harry laughs and pulls a pair of white converse onto his large feet. He walks towards the door and unbolts it, glancing back at me. I smile at him and he returns it, shutting the door behind him.

I need to get books. I decided not to take the argument about where my books have gone any further because that will only end up as Harry lying to me and us having an argument and I really don't want that.

I saw a bus stop outside the building so I will go into town and get some. To be honest I am lost without them. Even for this short space of time I crave their inked words.

I sit outside the bus stop with my earphones plugged in.

A couple of younger girls with stained orange body's and powdered faces swish their long blonde hair and check themselves in the mirror as I find a seat on the bus. They glance up at me and I know they are shooting me the evils but I choose not to pay attention, as hard as it seems.

When I arrive in town it isn't busy at all. I head straight for the library and enjoy the noise my feet make on the cobbles.

My fingers flick along the stems of the books and I pick out one.

My fingers turn the pages but I can see no words. Just a small handwritten note that brings a smile to my lips.

"This isn't a library book but keep it here. Use your imagination, happy writing .x"

I take out a pen and grin at the strange situation. I love it. This way people can write things for other people in the library to enjoy.

Before I know it I have scribbled down a few lines.

'I am not new to the people that never stay,

Sometimes if I cut it makes it all go away,

His touch and kiss leave me with nothing to say,

I wish everything could be ok.

He hates himself and he shouldn't have lied,

Or done all the stuff he did out of pride,

But he doesn't know how much I have sat alone and cried,

Because I know he will never sit by my side.

I used to laugh with him and hold his hand,

Now he's fading-slipping through my fingers like sand,

Maybe if I disappeared, then he would care,

Maybe I have to vanish into thin air,

That way I wouldn't have to hide my stare,

If I told him how much I really care.

With his bright green eyes and his brown hair curled,

Together we could conquer the world.'

~

I yawn and my eyes flicker up to the clock, it's five o'clock. I have been here for hours.

I take out the books I have picked and slip the plain book I have written in into my bag too. I know it said not to but I will bring it back when I am finished. It's not as if anyone else had written in it before.

As I walk back towards the bus stop I see a small news agents so I open the door. My stomach rumbles.

I take ahold of a sandwich and a magazine.

I join the end of a small line and soon I am near the front.

"Hello dear" an elderly woman with a toothless grin smiles at me and places a carton of milk into her bag.

"Hello. How are you?" I ask, equally as politely, slotting the coins into the machine.

"Have you been to the library?"

"Yes"

"It's so nice to see people using it, especially young people"

"I must confess I have a bit of an obsession with books" I smile as we walk outside the shop.

"Keep using your imagination darling, I can't wait to read it" the old woman winks

"It was you? I didn't know you were there! Well, actually I have brought it home with me but I will bring it back" I confess and the woman walks off.

"Keep it as long as you wish and-" she calls over her shoulder but is cut off by three boys on bikes cycling towards her, black balaclavas and huge jackets covering them. My heart beats in my chest as they get off their bikes and walk towards her. The old lady backs away and my knees begin to shake.

"Give us your bag!" one of the boys shouts, his voice muffled by the balaclava covering his lips.

"Wha-" the woman begins and my eyes tear up. I want to run and stop them, I want to scream but instead I stand emotionless.

"Just give us the damn bag and no one gets hurt!" one of them shouts centimetres from her face and she hands it over.

"Give it back!" I surprise myself by a throaty scream coming from the back of my throat. The boys get on their bikes and zoom off.

One of them looks back and our eyes make contact. It was only for a matter of seconds but it was long enough.