Keeping Hope

Harry was ready to give the painting back to Emma, seeing her as its righteous owner, after Hope's death. Though Emma couldn't have it moved from its spot on Hope's dresser. It wasn't right in her eyes to have it moved, so they came to an agreement, to have is stay in its place, but whenever Emma feels the urge to see it, she is welcome to just show up.
Life was normal these past few days- better than normal, since normal for these two is quite the opposite.

It was a long time since Harry had a strong group of friends around him. At Juvie he kept to himself, the only friend staying by his side being Dylan. However now thanks to Emma he had a whole bunch of people which was heartwarming and a little overwhelming at times.
Emma who used to keep away from crowds, rather sitting alone with her sketchbook, was for the first time in her life in the spot light. First of, she was dating Harry Styles- the boy who killed his sister.

But in the eyes of her friends she was Niall's cousin and the fun new girl to hang with.
They have all decided to let the diary and Tyler go for a while, until the weekend when they'll be going to visit the college.
So for now they were just regular teens, hanging at school and doing what teen's do- nothing.

Emma's POV

It was game night tonight, which meant we will be leaving for the college tomorrow morning.
I got Jennifer and Dylan to wait, so we can all drive up in two cars together.
I was quite excited to tell you the truth, never being the type of girl to travel with friends to places.

My dad wasn't so keen on me driving up, but once he heard what a good college it was from Auntie M and that Niall will be with us at all times he was less reluctant.
These past few days were good. It was nice for once to just do whatever, not worrying about Tyler, and about the people around us, giving Harry and I a chance to grow closer, and give my friends a chance to get to know him better.

I was walking to my locker to get a notebook I forgot while Harry waited in the car.
I stayed after school to write a paper we had to give in on Monday, while Harry had football practice before the game.
The hallway was empty, all the students long gone, running out the gates the moment they got a chance.

I open my locker and a folded piece of paper falls out.
I bend down to retrieve it, thinking it must be Harry being cute again, him leaving me some adorable notes to pass the classes we don't share together.
When I open the note I find the hand writing is different. This note wasn't handwritten at all, it was typed.

You are better to stay away.

I turn it over to see if there is anything more, but there isn't.
I remember the note Harry got, and knew it must be the same person.
Stay away from what?
I stuff the paper in my bag and slid the notebook out of the locker and under my arm, while slamming the door.
I hurry out, feeling a little creeped out by the note and the empty halls.

Harry's POV

I finally spot Emma pacing out of the building. I was ready to go look for her, since it was taking her way too long to get a stupid notebook.
When she gets closer I notice how white her face is, and the way she was holding her bag, as if she is ready to run for her life at any given moment.

"What happened? Are you all right?" I ask when she opens the car door.
"Sure, why?" She puts down her bag.
"Your face, you seem as though you saw a ghost," I explain.
Something shifts in her eyes, but soon after I see it, it is gone and she is leaning in to kiss my cheek.

"I'm fine, it's just a little scary when no students are around," She smiles.
"I said I would get it for you, but you refused- wanting to get the notebook yourself," I shake my head and start the car.
"Harry, I am well adequate to get my books myself, I don't need you running errands for me," She says firmly, bringing her brows together the way she always does when trying to prove a point.
"I could have at least come with you," I sigh, knowing there is no point arguing with her.

I maneuver the car towards our homes, while telling Emma about what the plan was tomorrow for the drive up to the college.
"So I'll be driving up, and Jen is taking her car, so I don't know who is riding with who, you might want to..." I trail off noticing Emma is staring out the window and not listening to a word that was coming out of my mouth.

"Emma?" I ask
"Yeah, sure, it's fine by me," She flashes me a smile and turns her head back to the window.
"Yea, so a tattoo on my forehead? you'd like that?" I question.
"Yeah, it would be brilliant," Her eyes flicker to my face, not hearing what I just said.

"Ok Em, talk to me," I say stopping the car on the side of the road.
"Sorry, what was that? Why have we stopped?" She sits up straighter looking sideways to see what was going on, finally snapping out of her daze.
"You weren't listening to me love, that's what was going on," I accuse her.
"That is not true, I always listen," She furrows her brows, though her cheeks give her in, turning a pinkish colour.

"Em, you just said that me getting a tattoo on my forehead is brilliant," I smirk.
"Oh," Is her reply, her eyes round with the understanding of how occupied she was.
"I apologize, please start over," She leans over to hug me.

"No, tell me first what's on your mind," I demand, knowing if something was keeping her attention off our conversation it must be serious.
"It's nothing really, I was just thinking about the project, something I should change when I get home, that's all," She gives me an assuring grin, but it's a little shaky at the seams.
I decide to let it go for now, knowing she will share the truth soon enough.

Emma's POV

I know I should just tell Harry about the note, and stop acting as if all is great. But I liked Harry these days much better than the Harry who worries about everything, and full of vengeance. I wanted to cherish this a while longer.
WE parked and hoped out of the SUV, walking hand in hand around the car and to the pavement.

"Are you sure you don't want to come to the game with me?" Harry placed his palms on my hips pulling me closer to him, making me tilt my head up so I can see his smiling eyes.
"It's silly, you need to be there much earlier than me, Eleanor is picking me up, I'll be at the bleachers cheering you on," I wink at him, a cheeky smile playing on my face.

"You promise to cheer the loudest?" He pulls me even closer, making me bend back. It was good he was holding on to me, since I would fall backwards if not.
"If you promise to be the best player out there," I banter.
"That is easy," Harry bends his head, his lip close over mine. I bring my arms around his neck, keeping my balance by holding on to him.

I was never the girl to hug and kiss in public, thinking it is asking for attention and kind of rude. Though know I just couldn't get enough of it. Every touch was a charge of power, leaving me wanting more.

Finally Harry pulled back, leaving me breathless and a little weak at the knees.
"I need to get ready.. remember your promise," He kisses my lips once more.
I watch him turn and enter his house, left alone on the pavement.

I walk over to our drive in, unlocking the door and stepping in. My dad will meet us at the game tonight, working late. He offered to give me a ride, asking me to be ready on time since he will be picking Auntie M up as well.
I texted him to let him know I will be riding with El and I'll see him there.

I climb the stairs to my room, letting my bag fall to the floor while I carry my sketchbook to the bed. I lay down opening it at the last page I was working on.
It was a sketch of Harry's eyes, the way I remember them. Piercing green and full of… Of what? Emotion? That is not it… Mystery. Yes, mystery. I am about to continue the sketch when my pocket beeps.
I take out my phone to see who the message is from.
It was a blocked number.

I am telling you again, you're better off staying away.. Don't ignore this, be smart.


Emma glanced at her phone for a while longer trying to make out what was going on.
She wasn't sure what she needs to stay away from? The football game?
Why would she? She will be surrounded by her friends, and her dad will be there as well, and after all he was the chief.

She deleted the message, pushing off the bed and over to her bag by the entrance, looking for the note that was left in her locker.
When she found it she tossed it into the bin, deciding not to let it bother her.
She will not be frightened! Not anymore.

She took her towel, heading to the bathroom for a shower, pushing the event out of her mind.
Though neither her or Harry noticed the car that followed them home, neither noticed the figure that got out once they entered their homes, and stood out looking up at the windows, a phone in its hand, and a hood pulled over its head.

Notes

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