The Big Five (A One Direction Superhero Fanfic)

Prologue

Harry woke up, Daisy pelting his face with wet kisses, the kind of kisses Harry didn't like so much. She was hovering over him, giggling softly.

"Wake up." she said, kissing the tip of his nose. "Wake up." she repeated, kissing his closed eyelids, then his lips. Harry groaned, and put his hands on Daisy's thighs.

"You're awake!"

"'M not" Harry protested, still not opening his eyes. Daisy climbed off him, and pulled the blanket away from his half-naked body. Harry shouted, no longer engulfed in the warmth of the sheets.

"Up, lazy pants. You're going to be late for class." she insisted, getting out of their bedroom.

Harry rubbed his eyes, and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. Getting woken up by your girlfriend kissing your whole face is an amazing way to wake up, but it's waking up nonetheless, and Harry wasn't a morning person. 

"Did you enjoy your birthday party last night?" Daisy shouted from the other room.

"I did. Thanks again."

Daisy strutted back into the room and started to browse in her closet. Of course, Daisy had a hard time getting dressed with Harry staring at her and smirking. But that was their daily routine, and it was the best routine they could've asked for.

Harry let Daisy take his car to classes, as a storm was approaching, and he couldn't drive her himself, or he would be late. He hoped it wouldn't start raining before he got to the university.

He was walking in the crowd of people, and he seemed to be the only one walking toward the tube. His briefcase was so light, he was afraid it might slip out of his hand. Then again, it was normal for it to be so light: he could lift a car and not sweat.

That's right. Harry had an unusual strength, and he tried to hide it as much as possible. He also had visions, which came at the most unexpected times. He tried to learn how to control them, but he couldn't. He could barely control his inhuman strength, and he would sometimes hug Daisy a little too tight. The visions weren't anything special, but he would always see himself, and four other boys he had never met. He was twelve the first time it had happened, and since then, he had them almost everyday, so he knew the boys' faces by heart. Yesterday was different, though. Yesterday it had been his twentieth birthday, and those visions had come more often than usual. It was quite scary.

As he pushed through the people that moved in the opposite direction, he felt a particular strong push on his left shoulder. He looked over it, and the man looked over his shoulder too and put his hands up in defense.

"Sorry!"

Harry knew this man from somewhere. His hair was blond, he had bright blue eyes, and he had an Irish or Scottish accent, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. At the same time the man turned around and started walking again, Harry realized who he was. He took in a sharp breath and put his hand on the man's shoulder at the last moment. As soon as they made contact, a wave of electricity ran up Harry's arm, making his hair stand up, and him lose all courage. The man turned around, and Harry studied him for two more seconds. That was him. One of the boys from his visions.

"Never mind." Harry said, turning around, continuing to make his way to the tube.

He tried to pay attention to his classes, but couldn't concentrate. He remembered when he touched the blond boy, it was a real wave of electricity. Not static electricity, but current electricity. Volts. That was not normal, it was inhuman. He felt like he should've stopped him from walking away, like he should've spoken with him, although he didn't really know what he could have asked him. Maybe he could've helped explain his visions. But it was too late anyway.