Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Harry breathes in and out, blood is smudged over a cut on his face and a light purple bruise is forming on his cheek.

"Did he.." he looks at the floor, "touch you?"

"What? No" I tell him and he sighs with relief.

I walk over to him, putting my fingers under his chin to tilt his face up to look at me.

"Thank you" I whisper and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I don't mind getting a bruise or cut for you, as long as your hear to kiss it better" he puts his arms around me and once more I am lost in his beauty. His breath taking appearance.

As he moves back with me the shower wets his hair-turning it black. Water skims over his body and he soon removes his clothes, leaving him standing in front of me in his boxers.

"How did you-"

"I knew. Niall said he had gone for a shower and I knew he had come looking for you. If I had been any later he could of..." He trails off, tiny frown marks appear between his brows and he presses his fingers lightly against the small of my back.

"Harry" I move a curl from out of his face and his eyes make contact with mine. I notice the beautiful flicks of blue around his pupil, something that I would do anything to get lost in. To be lost in his eyes; forever.

"I am fine. You came to my rescue"

"Bullshit" he snaps and I move away as his arms fall to his sides instead of around me.

"Harry. What's wrong?"

"You will never fucking want me Diana"

"What? Of course I do!" I say. The words I have been trying to avoid thinking about tumble out of my mouth.

"You don't know me Diana. For fuck sake I should have never met you." Ouch. "I am no good for you. I will hurt you. I will hurt you far worse then I did yesterday"

"But-" what can I say?

"I'm sorry for everything. We need to just forget ok? I will never be good for you and this shit is never going to work. Here is your book" he passes to me and looks at the ground once more before leaving me alone.

What the hell was that? He came, saved me, then left? He should have never met me?

I wish we could be together. I know it sounds silly but I do. It's crazy in fact. We barely know each other yet I feel as if I have known him for years and dealt with his shit for years. Maybe I want to though? No. I would never like cleaning his bruised face after the fights I know he often has. Never like to apologise for his behaviour. Never have to-dare I say it-watch him get arrested.

He would hurt me but I always knew that. For some reason the fact that he could build me up then toss away my heart isn't the first thing on my mind, in fact, it's the last.

I want to get to know him, laugh with him. We could be friends couldn't we? Why am I asking that question if I already know the answer?

I pack my things up and head back to the room. Every ounce of my anger towards Harry has melted and pushed away into the sea of my mind. Lets hope it will sink soon and never float to the surface.

I understand he doesn't want to hurt me but how will we know if we never even try?

I reach the room and lie my towel on the bed, grabbing my bag and the library book that lies on Harrys bed.

I walk into the canteen and grab an apple. I am about to find a seat when my phone begins to ring.

"Hello?" I walk out of the room quickly to avoid any attention.

"Diana? Oh thank god. Listen I am so sorry for everything-"

"Beth have you broken up?"

"What? No! Andy has just rang me and told me that your boyfriend was assaulting you so he had to come and beat him up!" She says frantically. W-what?

"That never happened Beth! Andy was attacking me! Why won't you just see that he is a lying idiot!" my voice gets louder and I find myself stood at the bus stop.

I hear her sigh before she speaks, "Diana this is so silly. Why would he do that?"

"If your not going to trust me then don't come running to me when he breaks your heart" I snap. I give up. I am done fighting with her when I know I am right.

"Who is your boyfriend?"

"What?"

"Andy said you had a boyfriend. What's his name?"

"I..he...I don't have a boyfriend"

"Oh" is all she replies with

"Listen Beth it's been nice arguing with you about your creep of a boyfriend who is going to break your heart but I am getting the bus now and I don't want to raise my voice on the bus"

"I will see you soon. Stay safe" she hangs up.

When I arrive in town the air is chilly and I shiver, making my way into the nearest clothes store.

I pick out a pair of gloves, a hat and a scarf and walk towards the tills.

My shoulder collides with someone's and my things go crashing to the floor.

"I am s-so sorry" I turn to see a boy with a checked cardigan and gelled back hair. His large hands scramble to pick up my clothes and he hands them back to me, getting to his feet.

"Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Diana" I smile and he smiles back nervously.

"H-hi my name I-is Marcel" he pushes his glasses back up his nose.

"Where are you off to?" I walk to the tills and to my surprise he follows me.

"T-the park actually. I am doing some d-drawing there and needed a new pencil" he waves the pencil in his hand and I laugh. He grins, creases forming by his emerald eyes and cute dimples becoming prominent on his cheeks which are pink from embarrassment and the cold air.

I put on my new clothes and we walk out side.

I take in a breath of the cold, fresh air and close my eyes for a second.

"I will come to the park too" I tell Marcel and his eyes light up.

"Y-you will? Do you draw?"

"I do a bit" I shrug, a small smile creeping onto my lips as his steps quicken.

We sit down on a bench in the deserted park and the frost goes straight through my clothes. Marcel gets out a large pad and the new pencil he had just brought. My eyes widen as I see the beautiful landscape of the park that he has sketched onto the paper.

"That's amazing" I compliment and he blushes.

"Thank you. What will you be drawing?"

"You"

"Me?" He places his hand on his chest, his eye brows higher on his face and his mouth open in shock.

"Of course! Why not?" I take out the book and a tiny old pencil from the depths of my pocket.

"Nothing it's just no one has ever drawn me before" he shies away. "Shall I just carry on like this or pose or-"

"Your fine like that" I giggle and he smiles, shading and scribbling away at his master piece. I focus on him for a moment before beginning his portrait. Every so often I can feel his eyes glance over at me as I draw. The silence between us is welcomed, peaceful in fact. Only the wind and our breathing can disrupt the tranquility.

"I'm finished" I nod at the final piece, proudly looking at it up and down.

"Really?" He looks over and once more his mouth opens-his hand quickly snapping up to cover it. He takes the book from my hand and grins at my drawing-his eyes wide and focused. It makes me so happy to see him enjoying it.

"That's amazing" he repeats my previous comment and I thank him, adjusting my hat to make sure it covers my frozen ears.