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Keeping Hope

History repeats

When Emma woke up the next morning her dad was back home. She could hear him and Niall talking football down in the kitchen.
She walked into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She gasped when she saw her reflection, her right cheek purple. No way to hid this from her dad. But she couldn't tell him the truth. He was the chief of police here after all. If she'll tell him about the fight she stumbled upon, Tyler and Harry might get into trouble, and she owed Harry.
She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Hi dad" She walked over to kiss his cheek and give him a hug.

Emma's POV

"Hello sweetheart, how was the- what happened to your face?" He exclaimed when his eyes fell upon my cheek, leaning forward taking my chin in his hand and turning it sideways for a better look.
"It's really nothing dad" I try, glancing over at Niall for help. Niall raises his brows as if telling me to tell my dad the truth, but I refuse, with a small shake of my head, letting him know he shouldn't tell either.
"This is not nothing! Who did this?" My dad demanded to know. He is very protective of me, being a girl and an only child. It became worse after my mum, him smothering me with attention, too scared to lose me too.
"I did it" I say fast, making Niall cock up his brow again this time in surprise to my lie.
"How the hell were you able to do such a thing to yourself?" My dad wanted to know, not believing me for one moment
"She did Uncle Jon, you see, the other day we were by Jen's- Jennifer Lawence? Anyway we were hanging out by the pool and-" Niall started
"I know about the party at the Lawence's" My dad said. No shocker there, him being the chief, they must have had a few calls complaining about the noise.
"Well, yeah so, um…" Niall tried to continue, but not sure what to tell him.
"I slipped and fell into the pool" I finally said squeezing my eyes shut, not sure what I feared more- scared my dad will see right through my lie, or my dad finding out about me falling into the pool.
"You what? Are you ok? Niall did you help her out?" My dad forgot about my cheek the minute I mentioned me falling in, alarm filled his features. Bringing up me falling into the water was a good idea after all.
"No, Harry pulled me out" I said, giving him the credit he deserved
"Harry? As in Harry Styles? The neighbor's kid?" My dad tilted his head trying to understand.
"Yeah, he jumped in after me, and pulled me out, I was quite scared, trying to you know, not drown that I hit myself in the face" I said fast, going back to my face, realizing bringing up Harry to the chief of police was not such a bright idea.
"This is true" Niall nodded, to make my story more believable.
"So you met Harry" My dad said more to himself then to me. I turn to get me a cup of tea, before joining them at the table. I sit down with the cup between my palms.
"Dad?" I start "What is the story with Harry?" It was time for me to understand why everyone kept telling me he was bad news and I should keep away.
My dad took a deep breath exhaling for what seemed the longest of time, when he was finally ready he looked up at Niall before turning to me.
"We weren't here when it happened, so I only know what I've been told since he came back home last week" I glance at Niall, he was looking down at the table.
"Harry used to have a twin sister- Hope. They were a little troubled, coming from a single parent family, but not as you would think, they were teens getting in to a little trouble here and there- You used to be friends right?" My dad turned to Niall.
"Not really" Niall mumbled back at him.
"Anyway, Hope had this boyfriend- What was his name?" My dad looked at Niall
"Tyler" Niall said quietly. I gasped up at him, shocked of finding out about this piece of information.
"Right, so this one night, Harry was drunk and he stumbled upon Hope and Tyler, and they got into a fight, Harry had a gun, and apparently Tyler tried to get the gun from Harry, but it fired and Hope got shot" My dad finished
"And died" Niall added
"But obviously it was an accident, so why did Harry go to juvie?" I was confused to how this all happened.
"Tyler was beat up really bad, and his father works at the DA's office so he has power" My dad answered.
"That is so unfair" I look down at my tea. Niall kept quite.
"Well, there is no such thing as fair in real life kiddo" My dad said.

Harry's POV

When I look out the window I can see Emma's room, and the mirror, but she is not there, or still sleeping. I go downstairs passing the door to Hope's room which was closed. I never went into her room after she was killed. I don't know if my mum did, but since I was back I never saw her enter. I glance out the living room window. Niall is still by her house, and it seems her dad is back from where ever he was.
My mum left already for work which was good, since she won't be around to give me shit about my black eye.
I need to talk to Emma. I need to explain. I kick at the kitchen counter angry with myself for letting things get out of hand. I didn't like the fact of Emma being scared of me, even though I told her she should be. I said that for her own safety since trouble seems to follow me. Truth is I liked her, the idea of someone new who didn't know the old me, and wasn't around when that happened and all the shit that followed. She didn't look at me as all the others did. Eleanor and Hope used to be such good friends, also Perrie, though it looked like that friendship didn't last either.
Dylan being neighbors with Louis was friends with him, so we used to hang out a lot, once or twice Niall joined. It looked that Louis and Niall were still good friends, staying away from Dylan who stayed faithful to my innocents.
I climb back up the stairs, and did something I never thought I would do- I opened the door to Hope's room and stepped in.
It hurt to stand here. It was just as I remembered it to be, my mum not touching a thing. There were all of her clothes hanging up aligned in her closet. Her different shoes stacked down bellow. On her dresser there was her makeup- she had so much for a sixteen year old, and a Photo of Her, Eleanor and Perrie from the school dance. On the wall above the dresser where you would usually have a mirror she had a painting. It was a big one. Of the sea, and it was quite beautiful too. She loved that painting. Every time when a friend would ask why her mirror is not there, she would answer that staring at that painting was much better then staring at herself.
She said the painting was free- with the never ending ocean spreading away from the shore. You see, my sister forever felt trapped in her own skin, always trying to break free, always trying new things. The painting was signed K. Hope, and she always believed it meant keep hope. If you hope for it to come true it will. Maybe she did get her wish after all, of becoming free.. She is now.
I sit down on her bed. On the side there was another framed photo of her and me. My mum took it the last time we all went to London together. I took it into my hands, and brought it up close to my face inspecting it. We resembled each other. There are a lot of twins especially boys and girls who look nothing alike, but we did.
We had the same green eyes, the same lips, the same nose, and the same dimples. The only difference were her more prominent cheek bones and her strait her that was slightly lighter than mine. God I miss her. I miss that laugh of hers, the sound of bells. I miss her barging into my room, throwing herself on my bed and starting with her crazy talk about, getting out of here, and sailing away, always talking about the sea. I even miss our fights, her screaming and swiping at my shoulders, her telling me to control my temper. I get up, the framed photo still in my hand. I walk out of the room and back into mine, putting the photo down on my bedside, glancing one last time at the happy glint of my sister's eyes.



Emma's POV

Monday morning

"Are you sure you'll be fine walking back on your own?" My dad asked as he dropped me of at school.
"I'm sure dad, seriously, I'm not two" I roll my eyes at him.
"All right then, have a nice day" He kisses my cheek before I get out of the car.
I find Niall waiting on the curb for me.
"Good morning, are you waiting for me?" I ask.
"Yeah, thought you might need the support" He gave me a sympathetic smile.
"Support? For what?" I can feel the crinkle appear in between my brows as confusion took over, though Niall didn't need to explain. The moment we walked through the school gates I understood. Once again I was the girl who almost drowned. Everyone was staring. Some were whispering and even pointing. I gave my hair a flick and walked with my head held high. I kept my hair down today to try and hide my purple cheek, but no point in it now since everyone noticed me as it is. Niall had an arm around my shoulders, as we made our way passed the watchful eyes.
"Emma- feel like helping out the homecoming committee?- Wow did that happen when you fell in?" Jennifer came up to me, taking a closer look at my bruised cheek.
"Umm.. sure- yeah" I smiled. I couldn't help but like her. She was something.
"Gosh, did you give Styles his black eye too?" She giggled
"What?" I looked up at Niall, he must have gotten that from Tyler too.
"Probably, hey, so did you have fun at your party?" Niall changed the subject. I saw Dylan standing on the side. He was by himself, watching us. When he caught my eye he smiled and waved. I waved back, striding over to where he was.
"Hi Dylan, how are you?" I offered him a smile
"So Tyler got you too ha?" He pointed to my cheek.
"How would you?-"
"Best mates with Styles" He shrugged "Don't worry, no one else knows… I see you're friends with Jennifer" He nodded in her direction.
"Sort off, she's friends with Niall so.." I shuffle my feet looking down to the ground, not having much more to say to him.
"Sam is coming your way" Dylan said. I look up.
"And Harry Is walking your way… Take care of him Dylan, make sure he keeps out of trouble"
Dylan gave me a nod before I turned to face Sam.
"Damn it" He hissed when he saw my face. He grabbed my arm pulling me to the side.
"Did Tyler do this?" He whispered. I just looked at him, not bothering to answer.
"I should have never left- Emma- I'm so sorry" He looked pained. As if he himself got the punch.
"Listen Sam, it's not your fault. You're not your brother's keeper" I touch his arm, to let him know he is really not at fault.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, Harry and Hoover made him pay" I gave him a half smile.
"Yeah he came back home late, all beaten.. He left early this morning back to college"
"You two aren’t that close ha?" I guess
"No, we aren’t.. not since…" But he broke off, "Hey are you going to homecoming this weekend?" He changed the subject.
"Jennifer just asked about that.. I don't know, I'm not big on dancing" I tell him
"We don't do dances on homecoming, we have a kind of carnival with a Ferris Wheel and stuff like that" He chuckled
"Oh.. I -maybe.." I say, feeling a little foolish for not knowing.
"Hey Emma" Jennifer calls out for me. Then she turns from Niall and walks over.
"Come, let's cover up that cheek of yours" She pulls me after her "And I can tell you more about homecoming.
"See you around then" Sam waved to me.


Harry's POV

I walk up to Dylan right when Emma turns away to Sam."Making some new friends?" I give him a slight shove.
"I wonder what it is that she is so sad about" Dylan answered ignoring my dig. I always thought there was something slightly sad about Emma. But I also thought it was only me.
"What makes you think she is sad?" I ask him, we both watching her.
"Just.. A feeling" He shrugged.
"She seems fine to me- look she is even smiling today" I say. It was true- she did just smile at Sam, but the truth is Emma didn't always offer a smile, it was a rare thing, but once it happens it was something out of this world, the way the smile shoots up and lights her eyes. I remember that day I caught her playing with Hoover.
"A smiling girl Harry, is not always a happy one, you from all people should know that"
I kept quiet. This is why Dylan and I are such good friends. He knew everything about me the good, and all of the fucked up and bad, and still he stays by my side.
"You better ask her out to Homecoming before Sam does" He taped my shoulder.
"After you ask Jennifer" I tap him back, watching as Jen called out to Emma.
"That does remind me- they are friends it seems" Dylan winked "You think Emma might, you know introduce me?"
"My fucking god Dylan you're such a twit- introduce yourself" I shake my head at him.
Then Dylan is once again going on about Jennifer and Tyler, and I just stopped listening.
"Hi guys" Nick approached us.
"All right Nick?" I say. I kind of like this kid. He is an outsider, kind of like me, but he was good, and I needed good around me, to keep me sane.
"You left with Emma the other day" He noted, as if we were talking about the party this whole time.
"Yes I did, we are neighbors so I helped her out" I shrugged.
"Well, that was nice of you.. Anyway I don't want to be late for class so, bye"
"Hey, come look for us after class" I yelled out deciding to be nice.
I walk into class. Emma is already in her seat her nose in her drawing book. I pass her table without acknowledging her and take a seat.
"Who gave you a shiner Styles?" Zayn smirked when he walked into the classroom.
"I heard it was the Horan Girl, when she almost died drowning" Liam chuckled. Emma lowered her face into her book, her hair falling over her face.
"It was your mum when I fucked her last night" I spat at him
"Fuck you Harry- don't talk about my ma!" Zayn's hands went into fists, his face red.
"Don't talk to me, and I won't tell you about the fun nights your mum and I spend together".
Zayn was ready to throw a punch, but Mr. D just entered the classroom asking all students to take a seat.
"So today I will divide you into twos for an assignment you will give in by next week".
The whole class made this moaning sound. He started calling out names, coupling students together.
"And the two last once are Emma Horan and Harry styles". I watch as Emma's head shoots up from her sketchbook, but she does not turn around to me.


Just like that, Emma's plans to keep away from Harry were demolished by the history project. She knew Harry was not bad, but trouble did follow him, and it was best to stay away. She still had the mark on her wrist, matching Harry's palms as he pulled her to the pool's waters that night. She also knew Harry was watching her waiting to see if she'll turn and face him. She did not turn around, and she did not look at the other students staring at them, she kept her eyes straight to the board, wishing that the project will pass by as quickly as possible.

Notes

Chapter 8!!!
Finally a little more about Harry and Hope!
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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