Diminishing Hate, Growing Love (One Direction Fanfic)

CREDIT TO MY FRIEND EMILY for writing this introduction kinda into the story because I was having difficulties :P

And also this story is inspired by a fan fic called Hired For Styles written by one of my favorite authors, @fanficsforbabes. My story is a different take on being hired to date Harry so you all should check hers out!

Since the first day of school, Emma has been dreaming of attending a world ranked college. For twelve long years, she has poured her heart into her studies to insure her spot at Harvard College in Cambridge but one obstacle stands in the way. Her parents have no way to pay for such a prestigious college. Emma runs out of hope.
Just when she thinks all is lost, she finds herself outside a One Direction concert at her high school. Everything about them makes her seethe with hatred: how they flaunt their money, feed their egos, even simply doing what they're paid to do. Who would've guessed that just sitting against that lonesome brick wall would chang

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17. He's Not So Bad

He's Not So Bad

Tangy. That was literally the first word that came into my mind while kissing Liam. His lips tasted like pineapples and mangos. 

It was a good kiss I'll admit. Probably the best I have ever had. Of course, the only ever kisses I've shared with someone were with Will. 

Our kiss ended softly and words tumbled out of my mouth. "Erm, Liam? Have you eaten any pineapples or mangos lately?" I chuckled with my eyes traveling the floor. My cheeks heated to a rosy embarrassment. I've never really been one to make the first move on a guy so this was new to me. Not that I regretted kissing Liam. 

He looked at me, his eyes scanning my face and started laughing. And then that got me laughing really quite hard until I had rolled off of the couch and was clutching my abdomen on the ground. Before today, I had never actually lmao and rofl. And then thinking about how I was rolling around on Liam's carpet laughing made me start to laugh harder. As Liam and my laughing fit died down, I wiped the nonexistent tears from my eyes and situated myself back on the couch. 

"Yes, actually. I had pineapple mango juice for dinner." Liam playfully chuckled, all awkwardness gone as fast as it had appeared. "Now that we are both wide awake from laughing so much what do you say we watch a movie?" The question seemed to be asked from his chocolate brown eyes as they peered into mine. 

"Sure, Liam. Ever seen Miss Congeniality with Sandra Bullock? It's literally the funniest movie you will ever see." 

"You've got me sold. I'll find it on Netflix."
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Now I'm not going to lie. We did not wake up all cuddled together on the love seat couch the next morning. To tell you the truth, my arm was slung off the couch and my head was on the hand rest, a dark stain on the couch from where drool had most likely slobbered out of my mouth during the night. Liam was on the opposite side of the couch, his legs parallel to mine and head situated on a pillow. 

A ringing sound was reverberating in my ears as the memories of last night, or this morning technically, flooded my mind.

I silently laughed at myself, remembering when I started cracking up during the point of the movie when Victor and Sandra were having dinner and he said, "could you repeat the question? I was distracted by the half masticated cow rolling around in your wide open trap." Liam looked at me like I was some weirdo, which I kinda am. That quote always gets me though. 

And that brings me to Liam; we kissed.. It wasn't awkward between us. It was more like we forgot about it. It was a nice kiss though. My head pounded from the awkward positioning I had fallen asleep last night in. 

The ringing sound increased as I finally concluded it was the doorbell. My hand patted around under the couch, searching for my phone. After I found it, I brought it to my face, the bright screen forcing my eyes to shut halfway. 11:13. Woah, we slept late. 4 messages from Mom popped up on the lit screen as well. Oh right. I forgot to tell my parents... 

The ringing ceased only for a loud pounding on the door to start. I bit my tongue so as to not yell at who was so incessantly making it known that they needed to get in the house. My eyes glanced toward Liam who was starting to wake up. 

"I'll get the door, Liam." I strode over to the door and tried to pat my hair down, which probably looked like a bird's nest from sleeping on the couch, simultaneously. I heard a chuckle behind me. "Oh shuddup, Liam," the smirk on my face evident in my voice. 

I swung open the door as the knocker was about to rap on the door yet again. 

"Harry?" 
"Emma?" 

Our voices came out as a mix. I was a bit shocked at first that Harry was here but after momentarily thinking it through, it kind of made sense because they were bandmates and all. 

"Er morning, Harry." I pulled at my sleeves trying to find something to do with my awkward hands. 

"What are you doing here?" Harry peered down at me, his voice pitch increased. 

"Um well..." I wasn't about to tell him I came to talk to Liam in the middle of the night about the kiss we shared on our "date" so I stumbled to come up with a reason. 

"She came for a movie night. We watched Miss Congeniality. It was pretty funny, Harry. You should see it. The half masticated cow, Emma?" He brought up Victor's line making me break into giggles again. 

"Stop, Liam, you are torturing me." I managed to escape between giggles, jumping over to smack him on the arm. 

Harry scoffed and I turned around in time to see him roll his eyes. Liam coughed amidst the tension and questioned as to why Harry was here. "You are late for our band meeting, Liam. You were supposed to be at my apartment at 11 and you weren't answering your phone so the guys made me come over to check up on you." He responded and scoffed again. " I see what the problem was though."

It then was made clear to me that Harry probably misinterpreted my messed up hair for something else and I felt my face heat up. 

"We just watched a movie, Harry. Chill out." I forced to change his thinking. I made sure to leave out the fact that we kissed too; he definitey didn't need to know that detail.

"I'd better go, Liam. My parents are probably worried sick about me. See ya later guys." And with that, I trotted out of the house to my car, soon hearing footsteps behind me. 


"You do know that the paps won't let this slide. I'm sure they have gotten pictures of you at his house last night or right now, leaving." Harry's voice was hushed and hard. 

His words brought me to a halt though. I didn't even think about the paparazzi... Turning around I brought my hand lightly to caress Harry's cheek and kissed it lightly. "Well, if they thought anything happened that should change their thoughts," I whispered into his ear before pivoting back to my car and getting in. 

I took a quick glance at Harry's face before speeding off; it was plagued with confusion and was a little pink dare I say. I don't even know where that came from, that peck even surprised me. I shook my head even though I was alone in the car, ridding any fluttering thoughts and made my way home.

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Well, Harry was right. As usual the paps were in a frenzy from all the drama caused by One Direction in just one night. I skimmed through gossip websites about us catching bits about how our date was short the night before only to find me show up at Liam's hours later. And then my chaste kiss to Harry's cheek when he showed up at Liam's flat. 

They can make whatever they want of the situation, I don't care. My thoughts quickly changed when I received a text from Olivia. Like normal, her attitude and displeasure from my actions were evident through her text: 

Olivia: "You've got a date with Harry tonight to make up for the newest fiasco you have created. Bowling tonight @ 8. Dress casual." 

Whoopee.

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"Hi." Harry's curls were pushed aside under a black fedora as his hands hid themselves in the pockets of his ultra-tight jeans. 

"Come on in, Harry. I need to talk to you." My voice quivered. My apology ran through my mind as it had all day.
He stepped inside the door frame and leaned up against the staircase, his tall frame casually reaching the height of the banister of the stairs. 

He looked nice tonight. His usual black jeans clung to his hips and a plaid shirt was slightly unbuttoned, showing peeks of tattoos on his chest. He coughed and I realized I was staring so I hurried to tell him the words I'd rehearsed all day. 

"Listen, Harry. About last night, leaving so abruptly. I want to apologize for my actions. They were very impolite and I'm sorry." Who knew the words I practiced all day could fly out of my mouth so fast. Even so, he seemed to catch onto each one as his head slowly nodded. 

"It's alright," he began but I interrupted him. 

"No, Harry. It isn't alright. It was inappropriate and I could have gotten you in trouble with Olivia." 

He leaned forward and found my hand, gently squeezing it. "Thanks for the apology. Shall we go?" I was caught off guard. It wasn't the fact that his eyes showed me he had forgiven me, it was because he squeezed my hand and there weren't any paps to be seen. This was quite a different Harry from the one that acted all pissed this morning. What ran through my mind was, he's not so bad.

"Uhhh, er, I mean ya. Let's go." My words came out flustered so I just walked through the door out to his black Range Rover and hopped in. 

Once he started the car, silence lingered between us. "I'll give you one thing, you have nice taste in cars." 

He turned to face me. "One thing. You can give me one thing and that's all? Not even nice style? I saw you checking me out inside your house." His smirk boomed loud and clear. 

I felt my face flush. "Fine fine. You look nice tonight. Jeez. Don't push it, Styles," I playfully shot back. "And watch the road! I know you like looking at me all the time but I would love to live through this car ride." Now it was my turn to embarrass him. 

He turned back forwards but not before I caught his face rise in color. "I do somewhat pride myself on my cars. I've got a convertible jaguar back at my flat too." His cars must bring him joy because I swear I heard him smile. "Here. Stay in the car so I can come around." I frowned. What? As he opened my door, he saw my confused expression and said, "The paparazzi need to see that I'm polite of course."

I rolled my eyes and took his hand to help my out of the car. We linked hands and walked into the bowling alley, bright flashes popping at the corner of my eyes. 

After Harry paid for some shoes and got us a lane to ourselves, meanwhile paying for two lanes on each side of us so we wouldn't be swarmed, we began our game. 

Our names showed up on the screen. Emma first and Harold the Car obsessor underneath that. I chuckled when I saw Harry look at the screen in surprise. "Hey!" 

"You said you liked cars," I shrugged and grabbed my baby blue ball. "Watch and learn how to play, Styles". What he doesn't know is I used to bowl in a club when I was little. I figured I can't have gotten too much worse since then so I thought I might as well show off a little. Unfortunately, my skills dilapidated more than I previously thought since I was 9, seeing as how I only knocked over two pins in a full turn. Pouting, I strutted back to see Harry with his legs laid over the chairs and arms crossed with a massive smirk planted on his lips. 

"You want me to learn from you, eh?" He picked up his bowling ball and threw it down the lane. I don't believe it. He got a fricken strike. Loser. 

"Do you need some lessons, Emma? I'd be happy to give you some." I scoffed and took another turn, missing the pins once again. 

After three more turns I gave up. Harry picked up my ball for me when I didn't get up to go. "What are you doing? That's my ball." I asked him confused. 

"I'm helping you," he replied. He took my hand and led me to the lane. He slid my fingers in the holes of the ball and looked into my eyes. My breath hitched as I gazed back into his. 

He turned my body to the lane and brought his arm around me so it was holding the wrist of the hand that held the ball. His body leaned down so his cheek pressed against mine. I looked at him and his eyes were centered on the lane. 

"Now, take three slow steps towards the lane and bring your arm back." He guided me and held my wrist as I followed his instructions. "Then zone in on the middle arrow when letting the ball go." 

I was still looking at him when I let it go. "Damn it not on my foot, Emma." Whoops. Guess I wasn't watching the arrows. I picked up the ball and followed through his instructions fully this time, looking at the middle arrow painted onto the slick bowling lane. 

The ball slid towards the pins in a perfect line and knocked each and every pin down. "AHHH!! I got a strike. Oh ya I'm gooood". I did a little dance commemorating my victory and walked with Harry back to where the bowling balls came in. "Did you see that? I'm pretty good," I said, fooling with him. 

"Ya well you had some pretty good instruction." Harry chuckled. 

"I know, I know. I'm just messing with you. Thank, Harold." I got on my tip toes to kiss his cheek. He looked at me with this shocked expression so I gathered up some words.

"There is someone taking a picture." I didn't honestly want to say that, I just kinda kissed his cheek for no reason. There wasn't actually anyone taking a picture of us. Not that I know of at least. 

He leaned his frame down and brought his to mine. He set his bowling ball down and brought up his thumb to my chin. "Well, let's give them another picture." His breath tickled my skin as he placed his lips on mine. 
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Sorry for the cliffhanger guys, I just had to. ;) I took a couple hours on this chapter to make it super long for you guys in the midst of the weekend before finals when I should be studying so if I fail my finals, it's on you. Just kidding haha. For those of you who are the first to read when I post a chapter, Inbox me! I'd LOVE to get some feedback and follow you! :)

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