Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 16

I turn the page in my book as quickly as possible and scan the words before my mind can even make sense of them. This book is amazing.

Suddenly the door slams and I jump. Harry kicks off his shoes and strides across the room, sitting on the end of the bed.

I ignore his bad mood and continue with my book.

"Is it true?" Harry's head snaps to mine, the bruising on his cheek still as harsh as ever.

"Is what true?" I huff. I am almost tired of his bad moods. I thought all his friends were angry, rude teenagers but from what I saw this afternoon I am wrong.

"You kissed him?"

"What?"

"Niall. You fucking kissed Niall!"

"I-"

"Don't even fucking try to deny it!" He shouts, standing up and pacing up and down. I sit up in my bed and fold the corner of the page I am on.

"I am not denying it. You didn't give me a chance to talk"

"So what then? You and him are together now?"

"What?" I laugh and his eyes turn bitter. "Harry it was just a kiss"

"But you enjoyed it! You kissed him back for fuck sake!"

"Your over reacting" I sigh

"No I am not. You can't go around kissing everyone Diana"

"I'm not! Why is it your business anyway?"

"Because I thought you were different" he says quietly, sitting back down on the bed.

"You what?"

"I thought you weren't one of these whores who goes around to all the boys sucking their faces off. Turns out your exactly the same"

"Excuse me?" I raise my voice this time, "are you calling me a whore? How dare you! Yes I kissed Niall and yes I kissed you but that doesn't make me a whore! Niall kissed me"

"You kissed him back though"

"This shouldn't even matter. You told me you wanted nothing to do with me. You told me I should forget about everything I thought we had"

"Well it does matter. It will always fucking matter. It's hard to block it out when he is fucking bragging about your perfect soft lips to the whole world!" He throws his hands up in the air. "I felt them first though. I don't care what happens. You can go and marry him for all I care. I will always be first and he will always be second"

"Harry have you been drinking? This is ridiculous! You wanted me to move on. Hell no, you forced me to move on. Now that I am trying to you question me"

"Move on? With Niall? Are you joking?"

"Harry I don't know what I am doing right now. Just, give me space. You want me to forget and I am trying my hardest so just let me do it in my own way" I lean back against the pillows and open my book. He leans back too. I can hear him breathing as I flick page after page.

Did Niall really brag about my lips? The thought makes me giddy like a child but he must of just been doing it to make Harry jealous. Why does he care anyway? I can do what I want.

Am I a whore? Really though? I dont know who I am at the moment. I am hanging out with punks, thieves and drug addicts, I kissed two of them, I slapped someone and I have the confidence to argue with them. What is happening? My whole life is upside down and I don't recognise my actions.

Do I want Niall? Why am I thinking like I can have him? He doesn't like me. It is just the sudden urge of popularity I feel from being kissed by them that is causing me to have these irrational thoughts. I like Niall, I do. But I don't get the sense of danger and excitement that I do with Harry. Something that I have craved ever since his lips left mine.

My phone vibrates and I look at it, it's a text from Niall.

*Hanging out in my room with the lads, come over?*

When I look up from the screen Harrys eyes are on mine. I ignore him.

*Sure. What room?*

*27 :) *

I don't look at Harry as I get up and shove my phone into my pocket. I only turn to face him as I reach the door.

"You said I should move on. This is my way of moving on" I tell him. It hurts to say it to his bruised face and his anxious wide eyes and once the words leave my lips he looks at the floor.

I shut the door behind me and walk down the corridor. Harry and I are never going to be anything and never were so why is this such a big deal? I am going to move on from the kiss and the hugs and the words and pretend it never happened. If Harrys himself thinks I am better off without him then maybe he is right.