Keeping Hope

Emma's POV

When Harry and I get to school the next day Dylan is waiting for us at the gate.

"You look like shit mate," He looks Harry up and down.

"I could always count on you for the truth," Harry replies.

"Look Harry... I heard about your dad being back.. sorry," Dylan mumbles back.

"It's not your fault, so there is nothing to be sorry about," Harry scolds him and walks off, leaving us both behind.

"That bad?" Dylan finally looks at me. I nod and exhale.

Last night was wonderful. It was like Harry forgot all his worries and there was only us. But this morning it was as if last night had never happened.

Yes he held my hand coming in to school but he was quiet and distant, and I can't help but think that maybe it has something to do with me and last night.
Only thinking about the pool is making my cheeks go red and I tilt my head down, so Dylan won't notice.

"Emma! Dylan! Wait up!" Our names are called and we stop and turn.
Louis and Niall were rushing towards us, and I was grateful to have more people join us so I won't need to think about Harry and I.

"Have you seen Sam today?" Niall questioned when they stopped in front of us.

"No.. I just got here, why?" I frown.

"He looks like shit, his face is all black and blue.. Harry is lucky he won't say it was him," Louis replies.

"Harry's lucky? Sam is lucky we aren't marching up to Emma's dad to tell him all we know," Dylan exclaims.

"Harry will strangle you if you'd do that," Niall snorts.

"Where is Harry anyway? Don't you two come together?" Louis inquires.

"Yeah, he had to go in for something," I answer quickly.

"Is Jennifer here yet? She promised to let me copy her homework," Niall changed the subject.

"Why don't you try doing it yourself for a change?" Dylan raises his brows.

"I always do it myself, but this weekend was crazy, and I didn't get around to it with practice and all, so she said she'll help me out, what's your problem anyway?" Niall frowns down at him.

"Nothing, chill man," Dylan holds up his hands and walks away.

"What is his problem?" Niall asks me and I shrug. I don't think Harry would want me to tell them about his dad being back, and I have a feeling that Harry is cross with Dylan for telling me all he did, since he wanted to be the one to.
They will have to get over it though, we had more pressing matters to deal with.

"Why are you standing outside? It's so chilly," Eleanor and Perrie join us then.

"Oh the most beautiful girl in school is here, life is great again," Louis calls out before placing a kiss on her lips, making her giggle. Niall rolls his eyes.

"I need to go find Zayn, but later today you and El are filling me in on everything that has happen this weekend," Perrie hugs me before rushing off.

"I can't believe you two are back as friends again, it's so weird to see," Louis says quietly.

"Why? It has only been two years," Eleanor shrugs.

We all head into the school, and I wave goodbye as they walked to their classroom and I made my way to mine. I had the same class as Harry and Perrie, and I was nervous of Harry and his mood.

When I step into class Harry is not there yet, but Sam is.
Louis wasn't kidding when he said Sam looked bad. I can't help but feel bad for him.

"Sam," I lean over his desk so he would notice me.

He looks up, and then back down at his notebook.

"Sam please... I'm sorry," I whisper leaning down to be at eye level.

"You didn't do this to me," He cuts in.

"I know.. I just-"

"You just took his side like always," He says in a pained voice.

"No! I didn't! He was wrong to attack you like this- He needs to learn to stop using his hands," I state. I know Harry's hands saved me a few times but what he did to Sam was wrong even though.

"What do you want Emma?" He asks in a tired voice.

"To apologize... and to thank you for not telling on him," I mumble.

"Well, I reckon if I ever do tell he has a bigger story to tell himself," Sam shrugs.

"I wish.. I wish you could all go together to my dad, you , Dylan and Harry and just tell him the truth, and it will all be over," I sigh.

"Dylan?! What does he have to do with it?" Sam's head snaps back.
My eyes go wide. He doesn't know Dylan was there!

"Um.. Just as a support system, you know.. He knew Hope, and he is best friends with Harry and all..." My voice trails off.

It seems that Sam isn't buying any of this but he doesn't answer, given Harry paces into class just then.

His eyes find mine and then Sam's. Harry's eyes narrow and he walks past us without saying a word slamming down in his chair.

"Chill Styles, or the game won't be the only thing you're suspended from," Zayn taunts him.

"Shut up Zayn," Perrie growls at him, and the classroom goes quiet.

"What the fuck?! SO know that you and the coach's daughter are back to being BFFs you think it gives you the right to talk back to me?! Now you have this Horan chick to take Hope's place in your so called trio?" Zayn shouts at her. If I thought the class went silent before it is nothing to the deathening silence now.

My breath catches in my throat and I know my classmates eyes are running from Harry to Zayn.

"Screw you," Perrie whispers to him loudly.

I finally find the courage to peek at Harry. His eyes are black with anger, and his knuckles are white.

"All right Class, take your seats," The teacher walks into the classroom.
I sit down at my desk opening up my sketchbook at a clean page.

Harry's POV

He is lucky the teacher walked in when he did, or I swear to god I would have snapped his neck.

What a fucked up morning this is so far. I should just get up and leave, call this a day. Though where would I go? Not home, since my so called shit of a dad might be there.
And what was all this about? Emma talking to Sam? What the fucking fuck?!
I watch Emma's head bent over her book, sketching away.

I take a deep breath and tap her shoulder.
She stiffens and then turns lightly to me.

"Are you all right?" I whisper.

"No.. Are you?" She asks.

"No," Is my answer, and she goes back to her book.

I take out my phone and decide to text her instead.

To Emma: Are we ok?

I watch her. I watch the way she pulls out her phone and places it on her lap under the table to read my message.
After a moment I get one back.

From Emma: Don't know.. You tell me.

She is so frustrating sometimes! Why can't she be on my side when I need her? But no, obviously she can't she needs to be on Dylan's side, or Sam's side, or I don't know who else's side.

I watch as Zayn leans over to Perrie and try and get her attention, but she swats at his hand and he lets out a curse.

Fuck this shit!

I get up pushing my chair back and letting it fall back on the floor. I storm past Emma out of the class, on my way out I smack the back of Zayn's head and slam the door after me.
I can't take this anymore! I can't! It is making me mental! I stride out to my car, and just sit there, banging on the steering wheel to let out all my aggravation.
The door on the passenger side opens and startles me.

"What are you doing here?" I harshly remark at Emma, "Aren't you busy making sure Zayn is all right?"

"Why would you even say that to me?" She sounds hurt, but I don't care.

"What do you want from me Emma ha? I can't help you," I snap.

"I came to see if you're all right! Why are you turning everything at me?! Is it because of last night?" She demands to know and I stare at her for a moment before I answer.

"What?! How did you figure that out?" I question quietly.
"If it is- If I did something wrong just tell me," She mumbles, her cheeks pink and her eyes glossy.

"This has nothing to do with you," I reply.

"So what does it have to do with? We were fine yesterday and then today you are like this," She sighs, no more energy to fight with me.

"Why did you think it is because of you?" I am stunned by this thought of hers, which for a moment makes me forget about all of my other problems.

"I... I thought I did something wrong.. that you were disappointed at me or something," She stutters all red in the face.

My heart breaks by her words, it never crossed my mind she might look at my behavior as a result in lack of performance on her behalf.

"Shit Babe.. No.. this has nothing... Emma, listen to me- Yesterday was amazing! I loved every minute of our time together, and thanks to you I forgot about all my problems.. But this morning it all came back, and then seeing Sam and then Zayn running his mouth was just too much- it is nothing to do with you," I promise her.

It seems she accepted my answer and her shoulders aren't tensed anymore.

"I was just making sure Sam is all right, you did beat him pretty bad," She states.

"Because I am such a dick, I sometimes forget what a good person you are," I tell her.

"Thank you for telling me the truth.. and for the record- Zayn deserved that slap," She finally smiles and I reach in to kiss those beautiful lips of hers.


I knew they would fight, however I didn't think they would make up so fast. I guess my brother has grown some in these past few years, and maybe he is learning to control his temper. I watch from my spot as slowly but surely he takes another step towards the truth, and growing to be a better person during the prosses.

Notes

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