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Keeping Hope

Better days

When Jon came home that evening, he was sure he'll need to go track Emma down, not ready for her to be sat at the kitchen table ready for him. She changed out of the clothes she was wearing earlier, trading them into long dark jeans and a hot pink shirt. Her hair was down and it seemed as if she was planning on going out.
"Hello," Jon said when he was stood in front of her.
"Hi," Emma looked up. She wasn't smiling, but for some reason she seemed happy to him, the kind of happy he hasn't seen in a while.
"Look Em, we need to talk about what happen last night," Jon pulled out the chair in front of her and sat down, leaning his elbows on the surface.
"I told you everything that happen when you questioned me at the station," She narrowed her eyes, as if challenging him to make her go over it again.
"I know, but I don't like the way we left things just before," Jon replied.
"Listen dad, I said some mean things before and I'm sorry, I didn't mean them, It was said in the heat of the moment since I was upset," Emma spread her hands in explanation.
"Yes you did, But I understand, at least I am trying.. I am trying my best here," Jon lets his hands fall, and Emma reaches out to touch them.
"I know dad," She said. The happy light in her eyes was gone now, and Jon wanted it back desperately, not wanting to see his daughter sad ever again.
"Are you going somewhere?" He questioned, pulling his hands away, and getting up to his feet.
"I am actually, I am going out," She smirked.
"Oh you are now?" Jon was about to inform her she will not be going anywhere, grounded for lying about her whereabouts last night, but then he got another glimpse at her face. Her cheeks grew red, and that happy light was back in her blue eyes, reminding him so much of Katherine.
"Who are you going out with?" He asked, bringing his hands to his hips.
"Harry.. He asked me out," Too embarrassed to look at him, Emma focused on a point to his right. For a moment Jon was taken aback, surprised the boy asked her out after all that happen. Maybe it was a thank you dinner? Whatever it is he couldn't ignore the fact it is what made his daughter happy again.
There was a knock at the door just then. And Emma shot to her feet giving him a look that meant 'play nice' as she paced swiftly to the door.
"Have fun," He called as she opened the door to step out, smart enough not to let Harry in.


Harry's POV

We were sat in my car, and Emma wiped her hands on her jeans nervously. I noticed she wear jeans, probably decided she does not dress to impress which I liked. I on the other hand wear a button down shirt, and I am trying to impress the girl with the big blue eyes and pink strand sitting beside me.
"I wasn't sure your dad would let you go out with me," I said truthfully.
"If it was up to him he probably wouldn't," She shrugged. Her answer made the side of my mouth twitch. Jon liked me. I knew he did, but it was one thing to be friends with his daughter and do homework together and a different thing to date her.
"Where are we going?" She asked bringing her feet up to the seat and hugging her knees, while she rested her chin on top of them. I noticed she does that a lot, no matter if she is sitting in a car or on a chair by the table.
"It's a surprise," I tell her taking a right to the town's entrance.
"Are we leaving town?" She picks up her head to look around.
"Not exactly," I say. I take then left and park the car. Emma lets her feet down and turns to look at me.
"I like your shirt," She wasn't smiling when she said that, but it was a compliment nonetheless.
"Thank you, I like the fact that you didn't wear a dress even though I asked you to wear something nice," I wink. I watch as her eyebrows come close together and her hands go to hips.
"First of, who said something nice has to be a dress? And second, you do not tell me what to wear,"
"I like it when you frown, and I like it when your hair is down, and I like your shirt too, pink looks good on you," I smile and open the door, not waiting for a reply.
When Emma gets out the car her cheeks are flushed, and that makes me smirk again.
As we walk up to the restaurant's door I think of taking her hand, but I have a feeling she will pull away so I don't. Instead, I hold the door open for her, and when she passes me in, I bring my palm to the small of her back just for a moment, as if guiding her in.
We are offered a table right in the middle, and Emma was getting ready to sit down. I touch her shoulder and give my head a slight shake.
"Can we please have a side table, as much as we can away from the crowd?" I ask the host, flashing a smile. I watch her blush as she leads us to a different table.
Once we sit, the waitress joins us to take our order.
"I know who you are," The girl says to Emma, "You're the chief's daughter,"
"You must have me confused with someone else," Emma smiles up at her politely.
"Oh, I thought you were her," The girl said leaving with our orders.
"Didn't think you can lie so smoothly" I say, resting my hands on the table. I note her moving her own hands to her lap, as she glances down at the table before back at me.
"I don't feel like being the chief's daughter tonight," She says simply.
"Fair enough," I smile. "So... what's up?" I ask. The question makes her giggle slightly, which makes me glad, as if I accomplished something.
"Nothing really, I stopped a friend from getting arrested," She eyed me with a smirk.
"Really? How did you manage that?" I raise my brows playing along.
"I paid of the chief of police," The smirk turned into a light smile.
"Well that is a felony," I whisper.
"It can be our little secret," She winks at me.
The waitress is back with our food, and I pick up my fork.
"So now that Jennifer is no longer with Tyler-" Emma starts to say, but I pick up my hand to stop her.
"I don't want Jen getting pulled in this," I say. Emma crinkles her nose at me.
"As I was saying, since they are no longer together, maybe she would be willing to go out with Dylan now and put him out of his misery,"
"oh.. Maybe, but isn't that a conflict of interests for you? Niall likes her too, and he is your family,"
"I love Niall, but I think Dylan is a better fit" She answers.
"You don't cease to amaze me Emma Horan," I say toasting her with my glass. She takes a sip from her drink, once again her cheeks flushed.
"So, tell me something I don't know," I say as she puts the glass down, those big blue eyes of hers finding mine.



Emma's POV

"You just found out earlier today a big something," I answer him, feeling uncomfortable having the conversation on me.
"Not really.. I know now why you are so terrified of water, but that is it," Harry Answers.
I am not sure what to answer, since it has been a long time since I had to answer such a question about myself. "I go to school with you and you are my next door neighbor, so I think you have me covered,"
"Come on Em, you can do better than that," He says. "I'll tell you what, you tell me something about yourself, and I'll tell you something about me," he purposes
"Who said I want to know more about you?" I challenge him.
"Fair enough, though then why did you come here with me?" He asked resting his chin on the palm of his hand.
"Maybe I just wanted to get away from my dad?"
"Maybe, but then you could have just gone to Jen or Niall," he smiled, making his dimples noticeable.
"Ok, then you can start," I give in. I push my plate to the side, making room for my arms on the table.
"All right then, let's see... My sister used to collect paintings of the ocean,"
"As nice as that is, it's not about you, so try again," I say. He nods at me.
"I love football,"
"If you love it so much why did Eleanor's dad have to chase you around to get you back on the team?" I question
"You do know more then you show, and that is because I hate the people on it," He answered simply.
"They aren't all that bad- Louis and Niall our on the team,"
"Niall hates me, and it is your turn so stop stalling," He says
"Fine. I used to paint the beach all the time," I tell him.
"I knew that already, I looked through your sketchbook don't forget- so something else please," A curl falls on his forehead and I really want to stroke it away, I move my hands to my seat and sit on them, to stop myself from doing something foolish.
"It's not my problem you went through my sketchbook without my permission," I scoff him.
"Fine, who is the woman you keep sketching now?" He asks. We stare at each other. I know he knows the answer but he wants to hear me say it out loud.
"You know who she is," I answer after a while
"She looks just like you- or rather you look just like her,"
"Sometimes I wish I was invisible," I say quickly, changing the subject. I didn't like talking about my mum. She was mine, and I felt that talking about her was sharing her and my memories of her with others and I wasn't ready for that just yet.
"Why is that?" He asks, his brows furrowed.
"Because wherever I go to I am never just Emma. I am sick of being the chief's daughter, or the girl that drowned," I say, "So I rather just be left alone."
"You will never be just Emma, since you're not just an Emma. You're special, and it is hard not to notice you," Harry's eyes were a bright green, watching me intensely, and for the first time, I didn't feel like the Chief's daughter or the girl who drowned, but Just Emma, I felt Harry was seeing me for me, and not where I come from.


When Harry walked Emma to her door that night, he did not kiss her even though he really wanted to. He did however reach out and touch the pink streak like he did once before. Emma smiled up at him before walking through the door.
"Thanks Harry, I had a good time,"
"Me too, have a good night." Harry waited for Emma to shut the door, before he turned to his own house. He climbed the steps to the first floor and opened the first door. He stepped in, closing it quietly after himself.
Standing in front of the painting of the ocean, he somehow knew it was the same beach as the painting in Emma's home- he was sure of it.
"You would have liked her, you could have been fast friends," He told me. If I could have answered him I would have told him that I know. I would have told him they are good for each other and I am happy for him. I would have ruffled his curls like I used to do, and get him to tell me how his date went. But I can't. I could only watch as he stood in front of my painting, hands shoved in his pockets. I watched as he then recoiled away and out of my room, moving to his own. He glances out the window, to see if Emma was at her mirror, though she wasn't. He then got ready for bed and turned the light out. I know it is hard for him to see it now, but better days are around the corner for him, and with Emma's help, he will be ok.

Notes

HI!!!
So Just wanted to let you know I have started a new story! (yes another one)
If you like Harry and Niall you will LOVEEE this one
The first chapter is out and it is called 'PANDEMONIUM'
PLEASE give it a try I promise you will like it and it will get so so so much better!
Let me know what you think about this new chapter, and if you do go read my lovely new story write down a comment below sharing your thoughts about it!
thank you!!!
xx

Comments

@CyannaMichele
Oh darling.. I'm so sorry...
A mother teaches us everything-except how to live without her.. It is painful and sometimes the memories knock the wind out of us, and the feeling of lose comes in waves, but you're strong and wonderful because of her- and nothing is your fault! I am sure she is so very proud and full of joy with who you're growing up to be! SO cherish your memories and keep them close to your heart for they will make you smile and happy, and strong at moments of need ! Even though she is not right in front of you to touch and to hold, she is there with you- in your heart. And I truly believe you can talk to her and she will answer, you will feel it, and know what she would guide you to do.
Lots of love poppet- chin up xx

It's really sad that Emma lost her mom , I could relate to her though I lost my mom too and Miss her very much and I currently live with my dad . Not a day goes by that i don't think about her , sometimes thinking that it's my fault . If only i would have stayed up she probably wouldn't have died

@imapenguin2
Thank you gorgeous xx

I know I'm really late on this but you are an amazing writer, good job. This is on of the best stories I've read yet.

@dat.biotch
Thank you love!
I might write a short sequel.. Check out my short stories- it's called 'The notebook' and I upload there short storied and short sequels x