Keeping Hope

Emma and Harry walk over to the sofa and take a seat. Harry links their fingers together, pulling strength off of Emma. Anne joined them in the lounge, sitting on a chair to the side, making sure everyone stays civil.

Emma's eyes are firmly watching her fingers linked with Harry's running over the folds, counting the skin cracks, anything but to look up and see for herself Harry's dad's broken eyes.

Harry's POV

"I know you hate me," My dad says out loud. And my mum shakes her head, though she is looking at the floor, her eyes not meeting any of ours.

"That is an understatement," I hiss.

"There wasn't a day that went by I didn't think about you or your sister," He tells me.

"You mean Hope? You remember- that's her name- Hope! She was killed! Shot! And I was sent away for her death! and not one word from you! One word!" My voice is raised, and Emma gives my hand a slight squeeze reminding me to keep calm.

"What could I have said? What would have helped? Believe me- If I knew I would," My dad whispers to me.

"You could have said you're sorry- that you're cross with me, that you believe me! You could have been a good dad- not get into all that trouble- you could have stayed, maybe you could have stopped her from dating that asswipe of a killer boyfriend," My voice breaks so I stop. My mum is already crying, but I can't take care of her now. I need to tell him everything, get it all out, off my chest. He needs to know. I need him to know.

“I know- I know that! I was a shit of a father to you and your sister! I know I can’t change it, and I know I can’t make our family whole again, and you and your mum want nothing to do with me,” He it frustrated, but I don’t care, I am still startled by the last part of his sentence.

Mum wants nothing to do with him? So she didn’t take him back? I glance over to her. She is watching me. I have her eyes. Big and green, but right now, hers are a light shade of watery green, an effect of her tears, and I want to kick myself for not listening to her, and hearing what she had to say. I caused her so much uncalled for pain, for something she didn’t even do.

“But at least I can make it right in one way,” Dad continues.

“How so?” I look back at him.

“I talked to your girl’s father- the chief. I told him everything your mum knows, I told him I want to reopen the case, I told him I want him to work day and night until he finds the real killer and puts him behind bars!”

I hear the gasp from Emma’s mouth.

“What have you done?” I am shocked out of my mind. So he is the reason Emma’s dad came and asked all these questions. He is the reason we might be too late to finally get Tyler for what he has done.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” I said sharply, my gaze turning to Emma who was wide eyes and white.

Emma’s phone beeps, and she checks her message, then she shows me her phone.
Her dad will not be home tonight.

“I need to go,” She whispers.

“I’ll come with,” I say, rising to my feet.

“It was nice meeting you,” She says to my dad.

I don’t say a word, but when I pass my mum I stop and hug her, kissing her cheek.
“I love you mum,” I whisper to her, and with that we are out the house.

Emma’s POV

Harry and I pace over to my house hand in hand. My dad’s car wasn’t anywhere to be seen, I sigh, guessing he was off to work already.

“I’ll stay with you the night if you’d want me to,” Harry whispers, then places a kiss on my ear. I shiver, excitement taking over me. Are evening at the pool flashes to my mind, remembering the way we touched. Harry could get me to do things I never thought I would be able to, like enter a swimming pool, in the deep side yet.

“Harry? How are you doing?” I ask him, as we sit down on the sofa, he pulled me up to him, cuddling me.

“I’ll be alright, I’m keeping my shit together,” He promises, making me smile.

“Harry?” I ask after a while of silence.

“Mm?”

“Let’s go up to my room,” I whisper. I feel him go still next to me, after a moment shifting to his feet, and lifting me up, holding me up on one of his shoulders, making me shriek and giggle as he sprints up the stairs and to my room.

Harry throws me onto my bed, tickling my sides, making it hard for me to breathe.

“Stop!” I beg as I laugh hard. Finally he does, lying down beside me, both of us breathing hard.

“Emma.. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” He tells me, reading my mind.

“But what if I want to?” I say turning to him. Harry studies me for a moment and then his hand moves to trace my lips, running them down to my chin and throat. He brings his lips to mine, but instead of kissing me, his tongue pops out and traces my lips instead. I open my mouth inviting him to kiss me, so wanting to feel those lips of his on my own.

“I have something for us,” I remember, sitting up.

“Now you remember?” Harry gives up, letting me push away, and wiggle out from under him.

“Yes,” I walk over to my dresser and take out a bottle of wine, an opener and a wine glass.

“How long was that in there?” Harry smiles, his dimples flashing.

“From this morning, you see I had this celebration planed,” I wink.

“Oh you did now? And what are we celebrating?” He pushes himself up on an elbow taking the wine bottle from my hand.

“Four months together,” I beam.

“Has it only been four months?” He frowns.

“It has, now open the bottle.

“Emma, you have a flaw in this celebration,” He sits up, taking the wine opener from me.

“What? No I don’t,” I am caught off guard sure I had everything we needed.

“Only one glass?” He cocks a brow up.

“Sharing is caring,” I whisper close to his ear, watching the understandment take over.
Harry pours wine into the glass. I take the bottle from his hands then and place it aside, sitting myself on his lap and taking the glass from his hold. I sip from it and watch him watch me. I bring my mouth to his, but instead of kissing him, I pour the wine through his lips, making him moan.

I feel his hands run up my shirt as he kisses me back, the taste of wine on both our tongues. I break away from his mouth and bring the glass to his lips. Harry licks the rim and then gulps the wine, leaving nothing inside. I kiss him then, to find he saved some just as I did, pushing the liquid through my lips. Some spills and Harry traces it with his tongue, down the side of my mouth and to my neck. I feel his hands cup my breasts and I let out a sigh. How long have I waited for this moment?

I lift my hands up, helping Harry take my shirt off, and then I run my own hands up his shirt, pulling it up, to relieve him from it as well.

“I want you Emma.. Let me have you,” He whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling me.

“Come and take me,” Is my answer.

Harry’s POV

I wasn’t ready for this to happen, thinking she is too caught up in what is going on. But once I figured out where she is going I was right by her side, ready for it.

I unclasp her bra, slipping the straps down her shoulders with my teeth, the scent of the wine strong in my nose. I guide the bra away with my mouth, bringing my lips to her right breast. When I feel her nipple with my lips, I take it in sucking, making her moan louder. My hand massaging her left boob, making the nipple hard.

“Harry please,” She begs me, and I open her jeans tugging at them. Her hands fumble getting to my own, but they tremble so I pull her hands away taking them off swiftly.
I stand in front of her with only my boxers, my bulge known to her.

“Come to me,” She orders, her cheeks flushed, but not from embarrassment. I take a step closer, and she slips her hands into my pants touching me. I take a sharp breathe and hiss. A smirk appears on her face. Seeing Emma’s hands in my boxers, her breast visible as she touches me almost makes me come here and now. She pulls the length of me out and closes her palm over it.

“Emma, you need to stop that, or this will end fast,” I say between clenched teeth.

“Oh,” Is all she says, letting go of me. I push her back slowly, my cock still peeking out of my boxers as I pull down her knickers, noting how wet and ready she was for me I touch her there making her quiver, soft whimpers leaving her lips.

“You’re so ready for me baby,” I say, reaching for my jeans, to get the condom from my wallet.

“Hurry up,” She begs, her hands holding her breast and I do just that. I know this is her first time, and I know to go slow, without all of the games and touching. We can do that later, we have forever for it. I pot on the condom, and pull her thighs apart, placing myself between her legs. I watch as she shuts her eyes.

“Open them Em, I want you to watch this,” I tell her. She does.

“You’re sure you’re ready?” I question, making sure this is really what she wants.

“I am Harry.. are you ready?” She inquires

“More than ever.”

Emma’s head is resting on my shoulder, while she plays with my fingers, entwining them together over and over. I run my other hand up and down her arm, my fingers lazily brush her.

“For some reason I expected it to hurt more,” She speaks up.

“You did?” I smile, this past hour being the best in my whole life.

“It was amazing.. I never thought my first time would be,” She continues.

“I’m glad,” I chuckle. She swats at my arm playfully.

“I’m tired,” She mumbles turning her body to face me, snuggling up.

“Go to sleep baby,” I kiss the top of her head, holding her naked body close to mine. This is without a doubt the best day of my life.


Harry’s phone wakes them up, and he pulls away from Emma to answer it.
He sits up when he hears the voice on the other side, making him glance over to Emma, his eyes wide. She is watching him now, listening in. Dylan was taken to the station. Her dad knows he was there that night. My brother gets up and dresses swiftly, hurrying to stand by his best friend at this time of need. He kisses Emma’s lips, promising to call her as soon as he knows what’s going on, and just like that he is out the door.

Emma is left in bed thinking though what she should do. She gets up, showers and dresses. Leaving the house with her coat closed tight around her wet hair. She heads to the only place she knows can help them now. Emma walks over Sam’s home.

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