Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

The cold wind whistles at us and the pages of my book turn in his hands. Suddenly by book falls to the floor and he quickly swipes it back up.

"S-sorry" he apologises, his fingers flick to the page before his portrait and he frowns. It's the drawing of Harry. The sketch I did last night.

"Who is this?" He doesn't look at me when he speaks

"Oh. His name is-"

"Harry?" Marcel cuts me off and I am about to open my mouth to speak when I am interrupted again.

"Diana!" Someone shouts and I turn to see Zayn, Niall and a boy with a brown quiff and bird tattoo approaching us. Marcel snaps his book closed and puts it away.

"How are you?" Zayn asks as he and his friends reach the bench Marcel and I are sat on.

"I'm fine"

"How is..why the hell are you here?" Zayns eyes are angry as he looks at Marcel who stares at the floor.

"He said why the fuck are you here?" Niall shouts, taking a step forwards.

"Because he is my friend and he has just as much right to be here as you do" I snap and the four boys look shocked at my sudden confidence.

"You don't want to be hanging out with a fucked up loser like him Diana" Zayn laughs. "This is Louis by the way" he gestures to the brown hairs boy next to him.

"What do you want?" My voice is a lot less stronger then I intended it to be.

"We just thought you should come back seeing as we are going back now and it's chilly out here" Niall grips onto a black piece of material and it takes me a minute to realise its a balaclava.

"I saw you rob that old woman" I tell them and they smirk.

"Oh yes you did didn't you? That was shit. Harry chose her so he got to keep all her shit but she didn't have anything on her anyway" Zayn laughs. Harry..chose her? What does that mean? My stomach churns.

"Come back now. We can get you home no worries" Louis grins and I sigh. It is getting colder so maybe I should leave. I am tired as hell and I have no money left.

"Ok" I stand up and begin to collect my things. Marcel's eyes dart to mine, they are glossy and frantic.

"Be careful" he smiles and I nod, slinging my bag over my shoulder and tightening my scarf around my neck.

"I will meet you tomorrow? Here?" I ask and he smiles.

"I would love that. 10:00?"

"See you there"

"Come on for fuck sake Diana! We don't have all day!" Niall groans and I turn, walking towards them and back towards the town.

"Why the fuck are you hanging out with him?" Niall grabs a bike that is propped up against a wall and sits down in it-pedalling by the rest of the group as we walk. I know I should feel uncomfortable but I don't. These people aren't exactly my friends, but they are not my enemies, not yet.

"He's nice"

"Nice? Diana he is a dork" Louis shakes his head

"Well he is good enough for me"

"Harry won't be happy"

"I don't care" I snap. Harry and I..well there isn't any Harry and I. There never was. This has nothing to do with him.

"You have really fucked with his emotions" Niall assures me as we walk down a road I am sure I have passed in the bus.

"What do you mean?"

"He is fucking obsessed with you. Like he has never ever been protective over a girl and when I told him Andy had gone to take a shower with you he flipped"

"You knew?"

"What?" His blue eyes stare into mine and I don't know what I should say.

"Andy. I went for a shower this morning and he came in"

"Oh" Niall doesn't make eye contact. What is with people not looking at me today? It's like the whole damn world is hiding something from me.

"Did you and him?" Zayn gestures between himself and I and I frown, shaking my head rapidly and waving my arms.

"No way. Harry came in before anything could happen. He did this though" I pull up my sleeve and let the cold air hit the small dark purple bruises along my arms from his grip.

"Jesus" Louis rubs the back of his neck and I slide the sleeve back down.

"Do you want a go?" Niall asks, getting off his bike.

"Are you serious?" I scrunch my nose up and I see him smile properly for the first time.

"Go on" he brings it over to me and I sit on it cautiously.

Soon my feet are pedalling and I am actually enjoying myself.

"Your a natural" Louis laughs and I giggle with him.

"So your not with Harry then?" Zayns serious tone mutes my laugh and I frown.

"No. We never were together. We share a room, that's it" I say it exactly how I know Harry means it. Harry wants us both to forget the kiss, the hugs and the soft words that felt so good. He wants me to not pay any interest in him so I won't get hurt.

"Really? Oh I thought you guys were like a couple or something" Zayn says.

"Come on Zayn. You know Harry isn't into.." he trails off and I mentally thank him for it. "Why don't we do doubles Diana?" Niall asks and Louis rolls his eyes.

Before I know it I am perched on the edge of the seat gripping to Niall as he zooms down the road. I can barely breath from how much laughing we are doing and I love the way the cold air whips my hair back and burns my cheeks.

I can smell Niall every time the wind blows are way. It smells good. Not as good as Harry but still amazing.

We speed into the camp and onto the field. I tell Niall to stop and he only speeds up.

"Niall!" I shout whilst laughing. "Stop it now!" I squeeze him to try and make him stop and when we reach the back of the field he does.

I get off and thank him, rolling my eyes as he asks me to pay. I shoo him away with my hand and he agrees to let me have the first taxi ride for free.

I grin at him and he moves forward towards me. His lips brush mine and he takes my warm cheeks in his cold hands. His scent incases my surroundings as my hands reach for the back of my neck. I wonder about Harry. No sparks or heat in the pit of my stomach go off when I kiss Niall. Nothing compared to Niall.

I move back and he tries to not break the kiss but I don't let him, pushing against his chest with my hands and shaking my head.

"I'm sorry" I breath and walk away, never wanting to look back.

I tuck my head up against my knees. What has happened to me? This isn't me! I am not this girl. One who kisses bad boys and has the confidence to answer back to them. I am the quiet, lonely girl who no one notices. Aren't I?