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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20. Part 1- Valentine's Day

Part 1- Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day. Possibly one of the most cliche days of the year. I mean come on. It is a holiday made up just so Hallmark can sell more cards in a time of the year that is lacking special celebrations. That tells it all.

Of course, after saying that, you probably think I'm bitter. Well I'm not. Honestly. I just think it's kind of a lame way to tell people you care about them. Why express to the love of your life your feelings toward them on Valentine's Day specifically and not just every day?

And of course then I'm sure you are thinking, well it's more romantic. So I'll agree just to get off the topic. I'm not usually this... reproachful (I guess you would say) about Valentine's Day. It's probably just because my Valentine's Day would consist of a mooshoo wishy washy date with my "boyfriend". That would make anyone reproachful right? Well anyway, back to the story.

I'd received word from Olivia that, what do you know? I had a date with Harry today. Big surprise. What entailed after that is what is interesting though. I preceded to get ready in a scarlet red dress, the top being held on by spaghetti straps, the bottom (which ended about at my knees) slightly puffing out and a red bow covering my chest. I'm not normally one for dresses but this one gave the whole day an "air" about it I guess.

Harry picked me up in his range rover as normal, and things were quiet between us. His greeting was a chaste kiss on the cheek, accompanied by a "Happy Valentine's Day". I don't like Harry as more than anything besides an... acquaintance; that kiss in the kitchen several days before was misguided and shouldn't have happened. I told myself and keep telling myself I didn't feel any butterflies. How am I supposed to know whether I like a person when the only relationship I've ever had was years ago anyway; I can't even remember what it feels like to have an interest in a guy anymore.

Harry and I arrived to the quiet park where our date would take place. He set out a checkered picnic blanket (cliche I know) and laid our food down.

The sun was starting to drop from the sky and I tried to imagine it's feelings toward the closure of such a happy day for most couples. And then I thought, what about the sun? Dimples popped up in my vision along with a sad smile adorning its face. Is it happy it's only job every day is to tell people the right time to get up and the right time to close their eyes? Does Valentine's Day mean anything to the sun itself?

Is that going to be me? I questioned myself. Doing stuff just to make other people happy? No. I already chose to pretend to be Harry's girlfriend for my path, to earn money for college. But is this what I want now: to fake a relationship with someone only in order to lead me through my path in life faster...

I brought my attention back to Harry, pushing the thoughts attempting to swallow me whole into the corner of my mind.

Harry lay down and rested his head on his folded arms behind his neck. I lay my body next to his. "What does Valentine's Day mean to you Harry?" I questioned him directly, throwing away my fears of looking him in the eyes since the event in his kitchen.

He was silent for a while, and I almost thought he didn't hear me. I took a peek through the corner of my left eye for any sign that he indeed heard my question. His eyebrows were scrunched up and line after line of wrinkles formed in crinkles on his forehead. I found it slightly adorable, in a completely platonic way considering that's all it was between us.

"To me, it's represents the message of love." A sigh escaped his mouth and I strained my ears to hear his words, listening intently because I didn't want to miss a syllable.

"I don't mean necessarily between a man and women like in a marriage exactly, although it could. I mean like love between brothers, sisters, moms and dads; families, new couples, friends." After he mentioned the word friends his right hand gestured to the space between the two of us. The hairs stood up on my skin, shivers tingled my spine and I let out a incoherent shaky exhalation. The way he said that made me feel odd. Is he trying to say he cares about me, even as a friend?

"But the mistake people make is they find it necessary to have someone to spend it with besides their family. They get this notion that if they aren't in the running or ahead of others in the running for that "special someone" then they will be left behind."

I don't think he meant it to happen but his words were lightly laced with disgust. Feelings of pity for Harry undulated in waves throughout my body. My hand found his lying on the picnic blanket next to his side and I caressed it with my thumb, gently stroking in circles. It felt like the moment called for it, and I took comfort in the way his hand felt with mine. His words hinted at withheld pain, shadowed under his outermost layers.

Our figures lay next to each other for what felt like a long time, but it could only have been about twenty minutes according to phone time. The sun glided through the sky above us and had reached just above the hills in the distance.

"You know, I make THE best chocolate covered strawberries you will ever find in the whole world." I raised my eyebrows and turned to Harry. A low chuckle was emitted from his mouth before he went on. "And if you don't try one," he pointed with his left hand towards the basket of food he brought, "I will be highly offended." His words made me laugh but when he didn't crack a smile, I began to think he was serious.

My face became solemn as I tried to hold a serious expression. "Oh well then sir, we can't have that happening. Oh no no no that won't do at all." I sat up and my eyes caught sight of our hands which were still intertwined at this point. A blush crept onto both our portraits as I released his hold and reached over him to pick up the basket containing the food.

After searching through the assorted delicacies I came across the strawberries, pulled them out and returned to my spot next to Harry, only this time my back faced the sunset and I propped myself up on my elbows. Harry turned onto his side to face me as I popped open the strawberry lid. I bit my lip and searched through the strawberries to find the juiciest one of all.

"Ahah! Found it!" Harry watched amused adjacent to me. I placed it in my mouth and sucked up the juices of the berry while the rich chocolate melted on my tongue. A quiet moan escaped my lips between chews and my hand flew to my mouth, a crimson color flooding to my face in the process. "Oh my gosh I can't believe I just did that!"

Next to me Harry was smirking and all of a sudden started laughing. He clutched his stomach and chortled away. A snort came from him causing me to laugh. I smacked him and moved above him so my legs straddled his waist. "You cheeky little bastard! It was an accident!" 
Cheeky little bastard was probably my favorite thing to refer to him as, although this is the first time I said it out loud.

Harry quieted down and looked to my waist which was straddled across him, then moved his sight back up to my face. But, I couldn't concentrate; the pad of his thumb swiped the tender skin below my lower lip, causing a burst of heat to flame my body, setting me ablaze.

I hadn't perceived up until that point how close our bodies were. He leaned up towards me and my chest was pressed tightly against his. "You had a bit of chocolate..." His lips licked the smudge of chocolate on his thumb and my throat hitched.

Friends. Friends. Friends. The word echoed through the chambers of my brain. Well friends can kiss sometimes right? The word floated in my brain, but became foggier with every passing moment.

My hand cupped the back of his neck and pulled him closer, so much impossibly closer. Our lips collided and that same weird bubbly sensation rose, starting in my toes and spread. His teeth tugged on my lower lip and both lips parted. Heat surged through every corner in my body. Our mouths softly clashed, and the sensation spread to what seemed outside my body. I didn't know it was even possible to feel like this with a kiss. I wasn't aware of the lack of oxygen in my lungs until Harry removed his lips from mine, pulling back to take a deep breath. Only then did I give notice to the literal burning sensation in my lungs.

I rolled to my side and looked up at the almost fully darkened sky. The stars in the sky resembled splattered white paint across a deep blue-black canvas. Thoughts ran in my head, back and forth all over the place.

"Friends do that, right?" Harry's voice seemed to reach the stars as his syllables formed the thought echoing in my brain.

"Yes, of course." Those three words assured Harry and I, probably deeper than we both realized, that this was all right and it wouldn't change anything.

Or so we thought. For now.

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So there is part one of Chapter 19- Valentine's Day! I'm sorry I didn't update last weekend but I'm going to try and update again tomorrow and do part 2 of chapter 19! I hope you guys liked it :) I tried to further a little into a kiss between Emma and Harry and also introduce/foreshadow a bit that will happen in the future!

And the fact that this story had gotten 1.7 thousand reads absolutely blows my mind. Like it's crazy. I love all you guys that read this story so much. All these reads are because of you and I couldn't ask for anything better.

Comment on where you guys live! Don't worry I'm not a stalker haha I would just love to know if I have some like British readers are Australian readers or something because I'm from America and I don't know if that happens :)

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