Superhuman (Harry Styles)

•Part Two• ✔

I saw Mara and Tyler waiting for me by Tyler's car. No sooner than Harry had turned the car off was I out of it, and I was about to thank him for the ride when I noticed he was getting out of the car as well.

"Harry, what are you doing?" I hissed, he might have forced me to get in his car and go everywhere with me, including the bathroom, but he couldn't get in here. He wasn't enrolled.

"Walking you to class," He grinned at me, a grin that I was beginning to hate.

"Who's that?" He nodded over at Tyler and I detected something in his voice, but I couldn't put a name to it.

"That's Tyler, one of my best friends. The brunette beside him is Mara, my other best friend." I answered, slightly annoyed. He was acting like everyone was out to get me.

As we reached them, Mara squealed and gave me a hug, as did Tyler. I noticed Harry stiffen when Tyler gave me a hug.

"DEVIE!" Mara squealed in my ear, killing my eardrum, "I've missed you!" She yelled, looking at me. When she glanced at Harry beside me, her eyes widened.

"Who's this, Dev?" Tyler asked me. I was just about to answer him, tell him that Harry was my savior, who was bipolar, but I got this feeling that I should lie.

"This is . . . Um, this is my boyfriend, Harry." Harry smiled at them and pulled me closer to him; I didn't hate it.

Before anyone could say any more, the get to class bell rang. I started to pull away from Harry but he wouldn't let go of my hand.

"What are you doing, Harry?" I hissed at him.

"Playing the part, I'm your boyfriend, remember?" He seemed very happy with that statement. He pulled me closer to him until his face was inches from mine.

"And boyfriends kiss their girlfriends goodbye," He whispered, his hands resting on my hips. He leaned in and lightly pecked me on the lips and pulled away.

"I'll be waiting at three." He whispered as he pulled away. I nodded and jogged over to Mara and Tyler. Right before we reached the school building, I turned around. I could barely make out a figure standing next to his car, watching me, protecting me. For a moment, in his white T-shirt, he reminded me of an angel, but I brushed the thought off as fast as it had come, and went inside.

"You never told us you had a boyfriend!" Mara squealed over the noise of the cafeteria. Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement as she talked.

"Yeah, it's kind of a new thing," I muttered, playing with my breakfast.

"He's cute!" She yelled excitedly. I felt the need to shush her, but I knew that was crazy; he was long gone.

"Yeah, I guess." I muttered without looking at her. I couldn't get this morning out of my head; I couldn't forget how fierce he sounded when he talked about protecting me.

"I don't think he's so amazing," Tyler grumbled without looking away from his phone.

"Oh, please that's just because you're--" Tyler shot her a look and she shut up, but I didn't let it bother me. Right then, my phone chimed.

From: Harry.

That Tyler kid . . . I don't like how he looks at you.

I didn't even have time to wonder how I had managed to get Harry's number before he sent me another text.

From: Harry.

But I'm your boyfriend though, so he'll back off.

I stared at the message; I was regretting telling them Harry was my boyfriend because, in reality, he was a mean, angry, bipolar, possessive, cute stranger.

To: Harry.

Shut up Harry :P He doesn't look at me funny, and even if he did he wouldn't take a pass at me knowing you're my boyfriend. You're kind of a scary guy.



From: Harry.

So you agree, I am your boyfriend then?

I stared at that message long and hard. I knew what I wanted to say, but I also knew I would end up regretting it. But It would keep me safe.

To: Harry

For now.

I went through the rest of the school day, dreading to see Harry again. As the final bell rang, I decided I would take myself home, without Harry. I didn't need him to protect me from everything. I left the school through the back entrance, sighing in relief when I realized that the only people who were there were the stoners in the school. I walked the path that winded around the school and I saw Harry's car in the distance. I felt kind of bad about leaving him, but then again, he barely knew me. He would probably just jump in his fancy expensive sports car and drive on home, never again to think about Devon Night.

My chest hurt at the thought of Harry forgetting about me but I scolded myself. I didn't even know his last name. I had no right to want him to care about me.

A warm arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against their chest.

"Do you even know," He whispered, "how angry I could be right now?"

I was stunned. How did he find me? He hadn't even seen me.

"How did you find me?" I asked him.

"If I told you the truth, you'd run screaming." He sounded sad. I turned around and looked at him and saw the worry and anger and sadness that was plastered on his face. I don't know what caused me to feel like I did, but I didn't want him to feel sad. I wanted him to know that I would never leave him, because I owed him my life.

"I wouldn't run." I said quietly.

"You would. I'm just here to keep you safe, that's all you need to know."

"You need to take me home now, Harry." My voice sounded flat, no emotion.

"No." He said simply, expecting me not to argue.

"Who do you think you are? You cannot just kidnap me like this! I don't even know your last name--"

"Styles." He interrupted me.

"Excuse me?" I inquired.

"My last name is Styles."

"Okay, well Harry Styles, you can't just kidnap me and expect me to be okay with it! You saved me from being raped and God knows what else and I'm very thankful for that, but I'm fine now. Nothing's going to happen to me so just take me home." I was nearly in tears from frustration.

"I'm not taking you home," He said, ignoring my whole rant.

"I didn't ignore your whole rant." As if he had read my mind.

"What?" I asked him.

"Nothing. Now get in my car before I make you." I stood there, eyeing him, daring him to make me get in the car. I highly doubted he would physically make me get in the car. Once he finally realized I wasn't getting in the car voluntarily, he walked over to me. Before I even had time to protest, he had me thrown over his shoulder.

"Harry, put me down!" I whispered into his ear.

"No, Devon."

"Put me down NOW, HARRY!" I spoke loudly.

"I said no, Devon."

"Put me down, or I'll scream." I threatened him. He laughed loudly.

"I'll have you in the car and five miles away from here before you even take the air in." He sounded serious.

"That's impossible." I mumbled into his back.

"Nothing's impossible, Devon." He said quietly. I didn't reply and he didn't continue.

The walk to the car was a long one and I got the sense that Harry was impatient, like he had another way to move faster but couldn't. Of course, with me on his back, it was a little hard to move as fast as he normally could.

"You aren't stopping me from moving faster." He muttered. I pretended like I hadn't heard him. After what felt like an hour, we reached Harry's car. Somehow he managed to get me into the car, avoiding all my punching and biting.

"Damn it, Devon, I'm just trying to keep you safe!" He roared as he slammed the door.

"But why, Harry! Why? I'm fine, there's nothing after me!"

"If there wasn't anything after you, Devon," Harry looked straight at me, "Then I wouldn't be here."

There was another sketchy comment.

"Why do you say things like that?" I wanted to know.

"Because it's the fucking truth, Devon! I'm trying to keep you safe from him but you aren't making it any easier on me. Why can't you just fucking go with what I say!" He was full out yelling now, it made me cower into my seat. If what he was saying was true, then I should probably go along with what he said. I may not like him, but I felt safer with him than I ever had with anyone in my life.

"You do so like me." He looked straight at me.

"How in the hell do you do that?"

"Do what?" He looked genuinely puzzled, but I could see his grin.

"You . . . Keep answering questions that I ask in my mind like I had said it aloud but I know I didn't. And how did you find me last night? I didn't even scream! And today, you weren't in your bedroom but then you were and you magically find me two minutes after I walk out of the opposite side of the building when it takes, like, fifteen minutes to get from the front to the back of the school. What areyou?" I finished out of breath.

He looked at me, pupils dilated. The green in his eyes were nearly swallowed whole.

"Now's not the time." He grumbled and pulled out of the parking lot. At least he wasn't denying that he was something, which was a start.

"At least let me go home and get my laptop and charger for my phone and some clothes." I muttered, staring at the window.

He sighed. "Love, we just went this morning." He spoke evenly. 'Yes, but I was planning on going back to my house after school, not yours so I didn't get any of my necessities,' I thought to myself. He seemed to be grinning.

"Harry I didn't get any extra clothes. I thought I was going back home after school." I was trying very hard not to get frustrated.

"Fine." He unexpectedly turned the car around, heading in the direction of my house. "Ten minutes. From the time your feet touch the pavement I give you ten minutes to get in and out. He's probably got your house on watch or something. You know what, I'm coming in with you." I didn't argue with him, because we had reached my drive way. I got out and he quietly followed behind me. I walked up to the door and noticed it was slightly ajar. I pushed open the door a little more and took a step inside. I automatically got this feeling of utter wrongness; even though nothing was out of place. It didn't look like anything had been moved at all. I checked the living room, bathroom, kitchen, everywhere. I didn't know where Harry was, and I knew he'd probably yell at me for leaving him when he found me, but I didn't care. I slowly walked down the stairs that led to my room, each creek sounding like a bomb exploding. I finally reached the door that led to my room, the feeling of wrongness over taking my body. My hand hovered in the air over the door knob; I couldn't bring myself to open it. I stood there, hand in the air until it began to shake. I turned around, and no one was there. I went out on a limb, feeling absolutely insane the whole time I contemplated it, but if I was wrong, no one would ever know, and if I was right . . . Well . . .

Harry? I thought, please say something, I'm scared.

And as if he were right beside me, I immediately heard him respond.

Devon? Where are you? Are you okay? He sounded frantic. I couldn't believe I was right; I couldn't believe he could talk to me in my head.

I-I'm outside my bedroom door in the house. Someone was in here, the door was slightly open, but nothing looks wrong upstairs but I still feel like something's very, very wrong.

His reply was instantaneous.

I'm coming, stay there.

Undeniable relief spread through me. I would be okay; Harry would keep me safe. Two minutes later, I heard feet hitting the stairs two at a time and I was never so happy to see that curly hair in my life.

"How did you know I could hear you?" Harry asked me, kissing my forehead.

"I guessed. Can you open the door?" I grabbed his hand for comfort but found a new feeling, one that I didn't concentrate too much on. Harry, unlike me, flung the door right open. I gasped as I saw everything in there was a mess. My desk was overturned, my bed covers shredded on the floor, my laptop laid on the floor in pieces, and my dresser drawers broken and hanging on hinges, my clothes everywhere. A horrible thought struck me and I darted into the room. I ignored Harry shouting my name. I flipped the desk back over and frantically searched for the picture. When I found it, I felt my heart break. The picture was in pieces in the desk drawer. I sobbed as I tried to put it back together, but it wouldn't work, there were too many pieces.

"Devon?! Devon! What's wrong?" Harry dropped to his knees beside me, pulling me to him. Instead of pushing him away, I buried my head into his neck and sobbed.

"It was the only picture I had of him!" I sobbed.

"Of who, darling?" Harry rocked me back and forth, trying to sooth me.

"Of my little brother, that's all I had."

"Come on love, there's nothing left for you here." He began to sing to me, his voice was amazing. Soon, I stopped crying. I pulled myself out of his arms and walked over to my closet. I grabbed my Nike duffel bag out of the closet and began to pick clothes up off of the floor. Luckily none were ripped, they would need a wash though. I also noticed my bra and underwear drawer was left untouched, so I emptied its contents into my duffel bag along with the clothes. I went into the bathroom, grabbing my shampoo and conditioner, my body wash and make-up. I nearly forgot my flat iron, but I grabbed it on the way out. I walked back into my room to find Harry shoving all my notepads, pens and pencils into my book bag, so I grabbed my iPod and my iPod dock.

For reasons I couldn't explain, I found a plastic baggy and put the torn picture in it, I couldn't bear to part with it. I knew my episode with Harry would lead to questions later, but that was okay; I'd answer his if he answered mine.

The ride home was a quiet one. I could tell by Harry's pursed lips he was thinking about something, and it was bothering him. I decided I was going to stay with him. I didn't really like it, because Harry kind of scared me, but I didn't see any other option. I didn't know why, but I felt safe around Harry; I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to me.

I watched as his large hands gripped the steering wheel, clenching and unclenching as thoughts raced behind his eyes. I wanted so desperately to know what he was thinking about, but I didn't ask. I didn't want to pry.

Seeing my room in the state that it was in perturbed me. I hadn't really believed Harry when he said that someone was after me. I guess, to a certain extent, I did, but this really hit home with me. Someone had gone through my things, leaving nothing untouched. This wasn't random, this was personal, and I knew Harry knew that. I also knew I would be lucky to go to school now with this happening,

Harry wasn't going to let me out of his sight so easily.

I looked over at him, his eyebrows screwed together in concentration. I wanted to reach out and smooth his eyebrows, tell him to quit worrying. I almost did, too; I reached over to him but jerked my hand back. Luckily, he was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice.

The silence was comforting, something familiar. I was used to the silence. Most people found silence creepy, unnerving, but I found strange comfort in it. I wasn't like most people. I didn't need the constant chatter of people talking in the background to go on about my life; I could go on just fine on my own.

I had never been around someone so long in one time frame before, so it was weird for me. It was weird being with someone else. I suppose being stuck in the silence so long made me forget how to be social with people, how to not be lonely.

I watched the cars, houses and trees speed by as Harry drove on, it almost reminded me of a video game. Everything looked real until your life started spinning out of control.

Many times during that car ride, I felt Harry turn to glance at me. It amazed me how he could stare at me for minutes at a time without wrecking us, but I didn't let anything new I learned about Harry surprise me.

Harry was just a very special boy.

Breaking the long silence, Harry turned to me.

"Do you believe me now, Devon?" His eyes never leaving my face, though we didn't wreck. His gaze burned holes into my face and it make me feel self-conscious. I knew that when he looked at me, he didn't see right past my shield like everyone else. He saw me; crystal clear, problems, feelings, mistakes. He saw it all.

"Yes, I believe you." I muttered, looking at him from under my eyelashes.

"God, Devon your eyes are beautiful." He muttered.

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