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Keeping Hope

Mine

Niall was studying Harry and Emma, his eyes jumping from one to another.
"So this is what all of your secret meeting with Eleanor and Perrie are about? A diary?"

Emma's head is tilted staring at the floor, not able to meet his eyes.
Harry stayed quiet, his jaw clenched shut, not wanting to say anything more. Niall thinks he's a killer so why share the truth with him?

"You know this is sick right? Reading your died sister's diary?" Niall sneers at Harry.
"Stop it Ni," Emma snaps.

"I don't get it Emma! Look what this is doing to you? She is dead! She was killed- even if it was by accident- she was killed by him, and you are getting sucked into this thing you're not even part of- you weren't even here when this happened and look how it is controlling your life!" Niall whispers in a harsh tone.

"Because you were? Did you even know Hope? You don't even know what you're talking about," Harry cuts in.
"I am best friends with Eleanor's boyfriend- I have seen what it did to her and Perrie!" Niall spat.

"You know nothing!" Emma repeated, "You really do know nothing".

Emma's POV

We were all standing in my room, trying our best to keep our voices down, having our parents down stairs.
"I know enough," Niall shot me an angry look.
"No you don't! That is your problem! You think you have it all figured out- but you know nothing!" I exclaim
"Emma, leave it," Harry tells me quietly.

"No! This is driving me mad! Harry didn't kill Hope! It was Tyler!" I say sharply.
It was Harry's turn to stare at the floor, while Niall shook his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe you are biting in to his lies! Emma- if it was Tyler, he would have gone to jail! Not Harry, we would have known!"

"You see? This is why I didn't tell you! You are so set in your ways, not able to see through it," I snap, folding my arms over my chest firmly, angry I was letting myself get upset over this.
"I saw Tyler and Hope together- they were happy! I saw it with my own eyes," Niall was staring at Harry now.

"Wow, that means you know everything about their relationship then!" Harry scoffed sarcastically.

"Why couldn't you leave her alone? Why drag her into your mess? She has been through enough," Niall spoke quietly to Harry, his hands at his sides, a sad expression on his face.

"I didn't want her apart of this, it just happened," Harry replied truthfully.

"So keep her out of it," Niall pleaded with him. I was right there, and they were acting as if I wasn't. I didn't like it one bit, I didn't like the way Harry agreed with him so easily.

"Niall- Do I look Happy to you?" I step closer to him, looking up into his eyes.

"You are- you can be," He corrects himself, since he knows deep inside I am not.

"I am part of this, and I will stay part of this- I have to! I need to be a part of something," I push.
Niall and Harry exchanged looks. I snatch the diary out of Harry's hands and offer it to Niall.

"Read it, you can give it back to Harry tomorrow," I tell him, and he can apologize at the same time for the way he acted.

Harry's POV

My jaw tightens when Emma takes the diary out of my hands and shoves it into Niall's.
But I don't move, seeing how important it is for her, to have him believe us. Too many people are a part of this now, but if it is important to Emma, then be it.

Just then we are called down to eat. I stand my ground not making any indication of moving. Niall took the diary and walked passed me out of the room and down the stairs.

"I'm sorry," Emma whispered. I knew what she was sorry about, sharing my story with Niall without permission, but I was fine with it. I wanted her happy, she cannot be another Hope.

When Emma passes me to join Niall and the grownups I catch her wrist and turn her so she would face me. I tag her closer, so now there is less than an inch between us, which made her lift her head up to me so she could see my face.

I take hold of her other wrist and run my palms up and down her arms. I watch as her eyes follow my hands and then come back to meet my eyes.

I let my hands run up to her shoulders and then her neck. Once there, I pull her closer and bend my head. My lips cover hers, and I feel the little gasp leave her lips. Her body went still and I let my thumb caress her cheek. It took her a moment but she gave in to the kiss, kissing me back. I felt her little hands press against my chest as she took a step closer. I kiss the side of her mouth, and then move my lips to her jaw.

"Harry," She breathes and I pull back, looking at her flushed face, a smile is placed on my lips at the sight of that.

"We need to go down, they are waiting for us," She is looking straight at me, which is a good sign. I nod and lace my fingers through hers. God knows how long I waited to do this.

We step out of the room, and head down the stairs. When we were half way down, I felt her fingers slip away from mine, and watch as those same fingers brush her hair back. I smirk to myself, happy I made her nerves, happy of the rush of colour to her cheek. She said she wanted to feel alive again. Well, she just did.

Emma's POV

I didn't want to let go of Harry's hand, but I also didn't want Niall or my dad to see our hands entwined. I brushed my hair back, hoping no one will notice how flustered I was. When I enter the dining room, Harry at my side, everyone was already seated. There were two seats next to each other, and I pace over sitting next to Niall, leaving the seat next to me for Harry.

"I was just telling your dad that we have the same painting at our house," Anne smiled at me. I feel Niall stare, and it makes me slightly confused. All of our paintings are ones my mum made herself, so how would they have one just the same?
"Which painting?" I question.
"The one in the living room," My dad answered.

I was in Harry's house, but I had never seen one of my mum's paintings there. I feel Harry's hand cover mine, and I glance at him. He gives a slight shake of his head, telling me to let it go.
I keep quiet but I feel my chest get heavy, an affect of what I have just learnt.

My dad and Niall where talking football, pulling Harry into it, while auntie M and Anne talked about school and work. The whole time Harry held on to my hand, his thumb stroking mine under the table. I wonder at this turn of events. How rude he was to me just a few weeks ago, jumping from being nice to being a complete twat. I liked this Harry though, the one sitting next to me and holding my hand, the one talking to my dad and cousin about football, laughing and cracking jokes. The one who forgot how broken he is, pushing past it, and letting himself just be.

Harry's POV

I helped my mum and Maura with the dishes, standing next to Niall's mum at the sink drying the dishes she was washing, than handing them to my mum, which she put them back in the cabinets. Niall and the Chief were watching telly, we could hear the voices from the screen over the running water.
Emma was sitting on a bar chair watching us.

"Sweetie, I was meaning to tell you, we should get some more pink, it is almost white the streak, unless you're ready to dye it back to your natural colour of course," Niall's mum turned to Emma.

"I have some more pink, I'll do it tomorrow," She answered. I could tell she wasn't really with us, her mind taking her someplace else.

"All right love, we shall be off, Ni! Come say goodbye," Maura called out to her son.
I move to lean on the counter next to Emma, and I notice her finger move, and then feel the brush of her touch on my arm. It is soft and quick, her hand moving under the counter and on to her lap.
I like this place we just got to, waiting for the chance to be alone with her once more.

"Bye Em," Niall rushes up to us, leaning over me to kiss her cheek, "See you on the field Harry," He slaps my shoulder like the lads on the team do, and heads out, his bag slung on his shoulder, my sister's diary in one of the pockets.

Once Niall and his mum leave, my mum is ready to go too. I push away, and Emma follows us to the door with her dad.

"Dad, I am going to walk Hoover with Harry all right?" Suddenly Emma speaks up.
"It's cold out pumpkin, and late," He answers.
"I need some fresh air, and it will be short, I'll take a coat with me," She pushes.
"All right, don't be long," He gives in.
"Thank you for having us Jon," My mum smiles.
"It was lovely really," I add.

After a fast goodbye, we make are way over to my home, and my mum lets the door open, Hoover flying out. He runs straight to Emma, jumping up to lick her face.

"Oh my! Harry, get the big boy off her before he knocks her over," My mum says, but we both hear the giggle come from Emma.
My mum smiles and walks in waving good night at us.

"What about a stroll Hoov?" I ask him. He jumps off Emma happily and runs along, looking back to make sure we are following him. I stretch out my hand for her to take which she did, and it makes me tingle.
Emma slides her fingers through mine, and steps closer to my side, so I can feel the side of her face on my arm.

"I like this," I tell her smiling even though she can't see it.
"I like this too," She whispers, and gives my hand a slight squeeze.
"Harry, does this mean?" Her question stopping in the middle.
"Yeah, this does mean your mine," I let go of her hand and wrap my arm around her shoulders, hugging her as we walk down the street.


Even though Emma hadn't said anything, she still remembered the comment about the painting, the subject of her mum's art work being very delicate to her. For now however, she pushed it out of her mind letting herself enjoy the walk with Harry and Hoover. I don't remember the last time I have seen Harry so happy and calm, and I couldn't help but watch them. If I could, I would run up to Emma hugging and kissing her cheek, thanking her for saving my brother. After all he does need saving, Saving from himself.

Notes

Emma and Harry are FINALLY TOGETHER AND IT MAKES ME SO VERY HAPPY! WHAT ABOUT YOU??

So I am a little stressed out because of school work, I mean school really gets in the way of everything, but I managed to sit myself and update for you lovelies so please please please leave me a comment telling me about this chapter, if you liked it, if not, and why..
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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