Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

"So you are sure you will be ok?" I ask her as we stand up. My hands help her get to her feet.

"Diana, I will be fine. Thank you for your help. It's been lovely meeting you. Those idiots only stole my shopping so more fool them. I will see you in the library soon"

"Ok. If you need anything just call me. I know it must have been a shock so make sure you go home and relax. And yes, I will see you in the library" I smile at her and she walks off.

I feel so bad about what happened. Could I have helped? I am glad they only took her shopping but that is far from the point.

I run my fingers through my hair as I sit down at the bus stop and pick at a fray on the woollen hem of my sweatshirt, increasing the length of the stray string. I twist it and pull it, wrapping it round my finger tightly just to pass time.

Images of the three boys play in my head. Is it normal around here?

The drive back to the camp is spent in a thought bubble-staring out if the window and humming to myself.

I open the door to my dorm and immediately see Harry sat cross legged on his bed. Papers lie around him and the glasses perched on his nose soften the harsh look of the tattoos. He glances up to me then looks back down at his papers without saying a word. I put my bag down on the bed and wait for him to say something.

I watch a single drop of milk fall down the glass on the bedside table before deciding I better talk first.

"Harry are you not speaking to me?"

"I...I am"

"I like your glasses" I complement and he chuckles

"I missed you" he smiles, holding his arms out towards me so I stand before where he sits, his hands around the small of my back.

"I missed you too" I giggle, bending down and placing a kiss on his nose.

"Where have you been?"

"Well I..." my voice trails off as I notice a handbag in the corner of the room. I take Harrys hands off me and put my palms to my lips as I gasp. "You know exactly where I was..it..it was you!" I point at him and he takes off his glasses, scrambling to his feet. His face is pale and his mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the right words.

"You can't steal from old woman Harry! You frightened her! Not to mention it's against the law. In balaclavas stealing off the elderly? Is that how low you are Harry?" I turn around so he can't see the moisture in my eyes.

I feel his hand grip mine as he tries to turn me like he has done in the past but not now. I don't want to be anywhere near him.

"I knew it was you, I did. I saw your eyes and the thought crossed my mind. I got rid of it, scolding myself for thinking the worst of you and questioning myself as to why I would think you would do something like that. You saw me too Harry. I know you did"

"I'm sorry ok. It was.."

"It was what Harry? Fun? I don't think so!" I turn and shout in his face, throwing my hands in the air, grabbing my bag and storming out of the room. I hear him call after me but I ignore it.

The sun is setting when I get outside and I sit down on a bench. I am so angry with him. I am so angry with myself. For trusting him. For letting me believe that he is a nice person, when he is with me at least. Even the thought of him doing that to my nan makes me feel sick and furious. His eyes. I recognised them. No one else's compare.

I take out the old book and a pen but this time I decide to draw, like I did before.

I manage to capture him perfectly this time and sketch him over and over.

Harry's POV

"She's pissed off with me. She is fucking furious" I run my hand over my hair and sigh.

"Why the hell did you tell her?" Louis asks, sitting down on her bed next to Zayn.

"I didn't. She saw the bag"

"Who cares if this bitch hates you, don't they all?" Zayn laughs and Louis laughs with him.

"She's not a bitch" I spit, narrowing my eyes at the pair of idiots who think they can insult my girl. Wait. My girl? Am I really thinking that? Is she mine? No. Definitely not after today but I know we were getting somewhere. If only she would tell me how much she needs me with her small arms around my chest whilst I rest my chin on her head. And her lips. Damn those lips are the best I have ever felt on mine. Smooth, soft, moist with a slight taste of cinnamon and sugar. They are perfect. She is perfect.

"Harry?"

"What?" I ask, snapping out of my daydream.

"Are you coming later on tonight to the of licence? They got some new Apple Sour vodka right at the front of the shop. Crowbar will be fine I think. Or a hammer for the windows. We could-"

"I'm not coming" I cut him off

"Why not?" He frowns

"It's because of her isn't it?" Zayn smiles

"No" I lie, "I just can't be bothered I steal shit from there. What is the point? I am not in the mood to get drunk" I stand up and leave them in the room plotting some shit robbery.

When I reach her she doesn't look up. She is sat on the bench scribbling away in one of her lame fucking books, tongue out in concentration.

"Diana" I call softly and her body stills. The book she is holding is slammed shut and she shoves it on top of her bag.

"Diana please" I begin

"Go away Harry" she snaps, obviously caught off guard at my sudden appearance.

"No. I won't go away. I want you Diana. Your body, your kiss, your smile your touch, I want it all. And every night I want to watch your perfection glow in the dark. I have never held someone before and just lay with them. I feel so free when I am with you. I need you to forgive me" I say and she looks at me with deep thought-her face showing neither happy nor sad expression.

"Harry I think it is just best if you leave me alone. What you did today I never expected. Does that not show how how much I don't know you? You have probably done far worse and I don't want to deal with added complications to my life. Listen. I appreciate your apology but it is always going to be in here. The image of the hurt in that woman's eyes and you riding cruelly into the distance. I agree, it felt so amazing with you holding me. I guess your right when you said I am not your type" she looks at me with sad eyes and as I take a step towards her she steps back. Her eyes turning angry. "There were some nice big boobed blondes at the bus stop with perfect bodies and plenty of experience if you need them. I am sure they would be much more suited to you then a frigid, ugly fat geek who always falls for the wrong guys!" She shouts, tears spilling down her cheeks. I want to reach out to her but I know she will only back away.

"You fell for me?" I question and her eyes grow wide.

"N-no. Just go Harry. Please. Give me space. It's better off if we don't talk to each other. I don't want to be reminded. Leave me alone" she sobs, pushing past me.

My eyes sting slightly and I pick up the book that fell out her bag. I turn around to give it back but she is well out of sight.

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