Super Human (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 21

I hold my stomach as the ache of my laugh tingles through me. I hold my lips as Harry throws a soft pillow at me. This is strange. So strange. I don't know who to trust but I have learnt not to care. They will all hurt me soon enough.

"Your so weird" I giggle and his eyes crease up with laughter. They glitter like tinsel.

"I'm just happy ok. Is that a crime?"

"No" but stealing is, the annoying voice in my mind adds. Harry welcomes me into his arms as he envelopes me in his wartmth. I take a deep breath of his scent, it heavenly.

"Lets go down to the stream. It's a five minute walk " he whispers and I nod as he leads me out the room and down the steps.

His arm snakes around mine and I look up to smile at him when I see Niall stood at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes dart away as they meet mine and I take Harrys grip from me. As much as his touch makes my bones tingle I don't want him doing it to upset Niall.

Harry's POV

She scrunches her nose up and giggles as the freezing water runs over her shoes. She squeals as it spills into her socks and darts out the water. I sigh.

"I've never...liked anyone like you"

"What?" Her head turns to me and she pulls down her sleeves so they cover her wrists. What? Did I say that aloud?

"I mean..."

"I'm not your type?" She sits down on the moss next to me and picks at her dark nail vanish.

"Well..no I guess not. I am not your type either though am I?" I ask and her cheeks redden.

"I..I don't have a type"

"Oh"

"I guess I didn't think I would like someone like you though"

"Like me?"

"Yeh. A bad boy" she grins and I burst into laughter.

I lean in and place a kiss on her lips. Just a small kiss. It is still enough to make my mouth tingle and my stomach ache with the butterflies.

"I don't know why I like you"

"Me neither" she looks at the ground and I scoot nearer to her, my arm wrapping awkwardly around her waist. She looks into my eyes and I pull away.

"Sorry"

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know I-"

"Why did you pull away I mean. I liked it" she chirps and I smile in relief.

"I don't think I am doing this right" I tell her truthfully and she giggles, shaking her head and placing my arm back around her waist. Her head rests against my shoulder as she kicks acorns with her feet.

"Come with me"

"Where?"

"For Christmas. Come to my house. Meet my parents"

"Your parents? No. It's a special time for you and your family. I.. I wouldn't want to intrude"

"Diana please. Besides, they probably want to meet my new girlfriend"

"Girlfriend?" She gasps. Before I can speak her arms are around my neck and I fall into the floor with her body on top of me. Her hazel eyes twinkle as she kisses me softly. I hum with delight as she continues to lay wet kisses along my neck and collar bone. I wanted her. Now she is mine.

Her head snuggles into the crook of my neck and I close my eyes.

"Your beautiful. Please don't underestimate yourself" I twirl a piece of her hair around my finger until her breathing relaxes. I close my eyes and listen to the light thud of her heart until a drop of water falls from the trees above onto my nose.

"It's gonna rain" I sit up but Diana pulls me back down.

"It doesn't matter" she giggles she moves up to sit on my lap with her arms around me and her head against my chest as the rain gets harder.

Diana's POV

I listen to his heartbeat and the rain falling on the crisp leaves above me.

The wind blows and the rain goes right down the back of my neck. "Shall we go?" I ask Harry and he is up in a second.

"Lets make a run for it" Harry grins and takes my hand in his. He hesitates for a few moments before looking back at me. "1...2...3!" Harry laughs and we run out of our shelter. The damp grass squelches and splashes as we run through them and I giggle as we get drenched.

Harry stops suddenly and puts his arms around me. His head reaches down and his lips meet mine. I brush circles on the back of his neck with my thumbs as he holds my cheeks in his palms. Our mouths move insink and that feeling I have craved like a drug has appeared again. A mixture of danger, excitement, fear, bliss, nervousness, warmth and pure enjoyment pulses through me as I memorise every flick of his tongue. The rain is dripping from his curls and I stand right on my tiptoes to strengthen the kiss. His girlfriend. I'm his girlfriend. Is this me making a commitment to him? I had never kissed a boy before Harry, never hugged a boy before Harry. Now that I have, I don't know if I ever want to stop.