Superhuman (Harry Styles)

•Part Five• ✔

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-Hailey xx

-Devon's point of view-

"Devie your phone's ringing!" Mara shouted from the kitchen. We had lost power due to the bad thunderstorm going on outside. I let Mara take my iPhone into the kitchen, using the light app I had on it.

"Who is it?" I yelled back to her. I would have gotten up and went for my phone, but my ankle was now here times the size it had been when I first twisted it that morning

"Uh . . . Harry?" She called back.

"BRING IT HERE." I yelled over to her.

"Okay!'

"HURRY BEFORE HE HANGS UP!" I screamed at her. She came back with my phone, and the caller ID showed a picture of Harry kissing my cheek, one we had taken the day before. I grabbed it from her and quickly slid the 'slide to answer button' across the screen, anxious to finally be able to hear his voice. But when I answered, it wasn't his voice I heard.

"Harry!" I squealed through the phone in delight.

"Err, no this is his friend Niall . . . But um, Harry . . . He's kind of freaking out, getting a little angry and we figured you could calm him down?" He had a slight accent, but it wasn't deep and British like Harry's.

"Oh, okay. Let me talk to him" I heard some shuffling in the back and a couple different voices talking to each other and then he answered.

"Hello?" He sounded grumpy, angry, and not like my Harry.

"Harry? Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Devon? Oh Devon!" I heard the anger leave his voice immediately and I smiled.

"That's my name, babe." I heard him deeply chuckle into the phone.

"Did you call me babe?" He chuckled again.

"Uh, yes?" I replied.

"I like it, beautiful." I could hear him smiling into the phone.

"I miss you." He said suddenly, a little after the phone line went silent.

"I miss you too Harry."

"I love you," He said to me.

"I love you too Harry. Hey, I'm going to ask Mara to stay the night, we lost power a few hours ago and its storming badly and I don't want her to go out driving in that mess."

-Harry's point of view.-

"That's fine babe." I said to her, smiling like an idiot while all the guys stared at me.

"HAROLD STYLES." I heard a voice squeal though the phone and it wasn't Devon's.

"MARA GILBERT. I told you to call me Harry, you know I hate Harold." I replied back to her, trying not to laugh.

"But I think its funny." She sounded slightly sad. "Oh, and I would be delighted to stay the night at your house. Oh, and I told Dev I was stealing her room so she's sleeping in your bed tonight, you can thank me later." She whispered into the phone, and I couldn't hold the laugh in that time.

"Thanks Mar, I owe you one." I roared with laughter.

"You're welcome pretty boy."

"Ugh, you and your pet-names."

"You love them, really."

"Mara, can I talk to Devon for a minute?" I asked politely.

"OF COURSE YOU CAN." She yelled, she reminded me of Louis with her non-stop yelling. I heard the a large clatter and I heard Devon hiss in pain.