Keeping Hope

Emma took one look at Harry and already knew he has heard her conversation with Dylan.
She walked over to him, sitting down on his lap, bringing her hands to his shoulders.
"Look at me," She said to him.

Harry looked up into her blue eyes, the blue that he loved so much and sighed.
"I wanted to be the one to tell you," He whispered.
"I know," She replied softly.

Harry's arms came around her waist and he rested his forehead on Emma's chest.
"How did things get so messed up?" He said.
"I wish Harry that you would let me in, and tell me what is going inside this head of yours, maybe then things wouldn't be so complicated," Emma kissed the top of his head.

"I wish Hope wasn't dead, and that my dad wasn't back," He mumbled.

"I know.. I can't bring Hope back, and I can't really make your dad leave, but I can help you with other things, I can help you with Tyler, and I can help you forget your dad is back," Emma ran her hands through Harry's curls, making his breath catch.

"You like that," She smiled.

Harry's POV

I can feel myself harden just from her touching my hair like that, I can't help it. My fingers press into her waist as I try to gain control of my thoughts. We can't do it now. Not here, when her father needs to come back home any moment.

I move her softly making her stand up, and then I get to my feet myself, towering over her. I bend my head to reach her lips for a kiss.
"Come with me," I ask of her, even though it sounds like an order.
Emma nods in agreement and I am happy. I don't know where I'm headed but I know I want her with me.

I watch as Emma's eyes leave my own and stroll down to my lips, from there I follow them down to my hands, and feel her small fingers slide into my palm and lace with my long ones.
"Ok," I breathe, and we stride out the room and down the stairs. We leave the house, without a word between us, Emma following me- no, walking with me without knowing to where, she still comes.

I walk aimlessly, but I don't care. I have Emma with me, I can hear her little feet padding on the pavement, I can feel her fingers wrapped around mine, but I don't see her, I'm scared to glance her way.

The cool air is helping me get my head on straight and I can finally breathe right. Emma is probably cold, but I am not ready to go back.
We pass the town's pool and without thinking much of it I pull Emma after me through the front doors.

The pool is an outside pool and is heated at night.
I know for a fact the night manger is sleeping or watching a movie on Netflix with his headphones on so we won't get shit from anyone.

I feel the squeeze of Emma's hand when the water comes into view. I let go of her hand and take a step closer. Someone forgot an air mattress in the water, but I don't give it another thought as I slip my shoes off, and tug my shirt over my head, throwing onto the floor next to my shoes. I take off my socks and undo my belt. I tug down my pants and step out of them.

"Harry," I hear Emma's concerned voice whisper my name, but I don't take notice, instead I take a few strides and jump head first into the water.

Emma's POV

I watch Harry swim. he looks so magical and unreal to me. Without thinking I take another few steps towards the pool, standing next to his bundle of clothing as I watch him.
He is beautiful.
And for a moment I forget about his father being back, and about Tyler. I forget about my own sadness and fears, as I watch the boy I fell in love with let the tension leave his body as he swims across the pool.

When Harry swims back to where I am stood, I sit down on my knees so I could be closer to him.
"Come in," He smiles, and for a moment I want to.

I want to feel the water close around me, I want to feel his wet skin against my own. But I can't. I won't. I'm too scared.

"Nothing will happen to you, I promise," He swears.

"Harry…" I start to protest, but he won't have it.

"Don't you trust me?" He shakes his head, his big green eyes find mine and I can't break the lock.

"I do," I whisper.

"Come in then, I need you here with me," He begs.

I find myself nodding, and Harry pulls himself out of the water. He moves straight to my shoes, undoing the laces as his curls drip from water onto my jeans.

When he finishes taking off my shoes, he takes hold of my hands and helps me up.
His fingers move to the hem of my shirt, looking at me for permission. Harry pulls up my shirt and I raise my hands to help him. My hair spills around my shoulders and I collect it in my hands to pull it up in a bun.

I'm a little worried about taking off my jeans, scared of Harry seeing me in a tank top and panties.

"Don't be shy," He whispers kissing my cheek softly.
That is enough to make me forget my shyness, and a few moment later I am standing in front of him in my bra and panties.

"You are beautiful," He states, and kisses my lips.
Harry moves us to the edge of the pool and I sit down, my legs dangling in the water.
The water is warm and inviting, but all I can think about is chocking under.

Harry drops back into the water swiftly, turning to face me.
"I got you," He promises, taking my hands in his. I nod, and he places my hands on his shoulders. I can see my fear reflected in his eyes, however Harry doesn't back down. His arms reach for my waist and he pulls me into the water close to his body.

I breathe in sharply and I try my best not to panic.

I push the images of my mum holding on to me out of my head as I hold on tight to Harry.
"You're doing great," He assures me. But all I can do is remind myself to breathe.
"Em look at me," He demands of me. I feel my back press against the pool's wall , Harry's hands never leaving my waist.

I let go of his neck and shift slightly back so I can see his green eyes.
"You're doing well, see? You're fine," He grins at me.
I nod and he flicks some water to my face, making me shriek.
"Are you ready to swim some?" He questions.
I am not.

Harry can tell by the way my eyes go wide with fear, so he lets it go.
"I'm going to bring over the air mattes all right?" He inquires.
I nod. I can hold on to the edge for the moment it will take him. I can.
"Very well, I'll be right back,"

I feel his fingers leave my body, and the panic rising with the bareness of his touch.
My eyes don't leave him, and in seconds Harry is by my side, pushing the mattress to me.
"Come on Emma, hold on," He smiles. It takes me a moment to remember how to move my fingers, but once I do I hold on to the mattress. Harry reaches across to hold on to my arms.

We hold on to each other as the mattress holds our weight.
"I love you," Harry whispers to me.
"I love you," I answer. I do. I really do.

Harry pushes us away from the pool's edge, and in no time I find that we are in the middle of the empty pool, only us here.
"Emma, you did it,"
"No, you did it, you got me in here," I answer amazed.

Harry's POV

I can't stop staring at this girl, with those blue wide eyes and the pink smile. She is everything.
I reach across the mattress and kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.

This is all I need. Emma. Nothing more. Tyler can go to hell, and so can my dad and mum.
As long as I have Emma on my side I am whole.

"I forgot the feeling of the water running against your body," Emma speaks up.
"It is wonderful isn't it?" I smile, happy she is talking again. She beams at me and I want to touch her.

I want to have her, all of her. I let go of the mattress and dive under, wrapping my arms around her middle, and pushing her away from the mattress so I can have all of her, with nothing in between.

"Harry," She giggles, and I am glad, since I was afraid it might freak her out. I bring my mouth back to hers, as I kick at the water holding both of us up.
Emma wraps her arms around my neck, forgetting her fear, forgetting the water. She sees only me, the way I see only her.

I move us to the pools edge, so she can stand on the small step. I close on her, leaning both hands at her sides as I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting her lips, colliding with her tongue, and I want more.

I run my hands over her chest. She freezes, and I pull away to look at her. Her eyes burn into mine, and I understand she doesn't want me to stop, this is not the reason she froze. The reason was her feeling my hardness against her, and by the look on her face she likes it.
Emma pulls me back to her, tugging at my lower lip with her teeth and I moan against her mouth. I feel her hands run down my back and stop on my bum. Her hands slide over and back up to my waist.

"I don't have protection with me," I sigh moving my nose against her jaw line.
I hear her sigh, as I pull away.
"We better get going," I help her out of the pool and help her pull her clothes back on.
Her shirt sticks to her breasts and the fabric turns dark from her wet bra. I need to make myself look away, so I can put my own clothes back on.


When Harry and Emma are dressed, they head back out hand in hand, and they both seem whole again. As if they helped each other put together their broken pieces.
I've said it before and I will say it again, the best thing that came out from my death is being able to watch their love begin and grow.

He should have a chance of it. He should have the chance to fall in love, and find out how wonderful life can truly be. I only got a glimpse of it, but hopefully he can get to live it.

Notes

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