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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7. Second Thoughts and Guilty Feelings

~Chapter 7- Second Thoughts and Guilty Feelings ~

Harry's P.O.V.

I observed the light show with my eyes, but in my head, my gears were turning. The day I had with Emma was hard to describe... It wasn't horrible which was wierd considering I had already written her off.

Through the corner of my eye I could tell she was staring at me so I whipped my head to look at her. I got lost in my thoughts and my body took control. I steadily slowly moved towards her, our faces being inches, then centimeters apart. My lips brushed her plump ones and it tingled.

I was turned on and I didn't even like her. I mean not really that is. I didn't think I did... Did I?

Maybe I just like the company and it doesn't matter who the company is. I had gotten used to her, that was true. I liked having another body with me. I was so used to having love with a girl at night then waking up to see an empty bed next to me with no signs she had been there at all, not even a note.

I suddenly yearned for my lips to feel and explore hers. I was so close too, but something happened. She pulled away and faced the other direction. After what I'm assuming was composing herself, she turned to face me.

I was surprised by the look on her face. I at least expected yearning, all the girls fell for me. I didn't see yearning though; or happiness, or surprise, or any of the emotions I expected. I saw...

Guilt.

It pulsed through her face, surfacing everywhere especially in her turquoise eyes.

This was new to me; I had no idea where guilt would come from. I couldn't take rejection; it would hurt my image so I quickly spit out a reason.

"There was a paparazzi, Emma. Why else would I kiss you? Chill out." I scoffed at the end to make it more believable and I knew it had worked once her face morphed into a different emotion: hurt.

I lied to myself though. My body had taken control and I let it. I didn't stop it from taking control. I could have prevented the situation but instead I let it run it's course. Is it because I wanted it to happen? I sure hope not.

I got up, suddenly losing all interest I had in the light show. "Let's go. I'm sick of this place." That wasn't true either. I actually had a good time; I decided Disneyland was worth it but I couldn't tell Emma I had fun with her. It would change things too much.
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Emma's P.O.V.

I couldn't let it happen. I couldn't let THIS happen. It wasn't right. Not after what Gabriella went through because of Harry.

Guilt took over once again and I pulled my face away from Harry's lips and turned away so my back faced him. I needed to compose myself and when I was ready, I turned back to Harry.

"There was a paparazzi, Emma. Why else would I kiss you? Chill out." He said. He even added a scoff to make me feel worse about myself. Great. I still don't think he remembers Gabriella so he wouldn't know why I pulled away.

I know I shouldn't feel guilty though. He was doing it for the paparazzi and nothing else.

After that, he didn't want to stay. He sent all the signals out of a person being upset but I could never tell with him, because he always seemed pissed off, Disneyland being the first place he wasn't.
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I got home just in time for my phone to buzz. I guessed correctly; it was Olivia. I figured she would say something horrible about today's date but I opened the text only to be pleasantly surprised.

Olivia: You did well. Way to make the paparazzi believe you were happy.

Again there were attachments. Harry was holding my hand helping me into the seat at the Toy Story ride and I had a genuine smile on my face. My head was tilted back and I was laughing. The thing that worried me though, is that I have never and will never be a good actor.

There was one other picture. It was of Harry and I on the Tower of Terror. The article was titled, 'She Must Be Pretty Special for Him to Go on a Coaster'. It was the picture taken at the top of the ride when the elevator doors open. Don't ask me how they got that, it is a little creepy. At that moment he had held my hand (where there were no paparazzi) and you could see the look of surprise I had on my face.

I smiled to myself looking at the text. I hadn't been this happy since I used to date Will back in Cheshire but that relationship had ended stickily.

Would it be at all possible for me to have a real relationship with Harry? I'm not the only one that looked happy in the pictures... Harry did too.

I received another text but this was from Harry.

Harry: Olivia wants you to meet the boys and get pictures for the press. Ill pick you up in 10.
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Harry's Flat-20 minutes later.

My nerves got the best of me when preparing what I should wear to meet the other lads of One Direction. Although I didn't want to look like a kid, I didn't want to look like a slut either so I decided on a dress with a little cleavage but not too much.

It had a floral top with black lace forming flowers and blue material in the background. On the back there was a large oval cut out. Below that, there was black material forming what looked similar to a ribbon.

When Harry and I returned to the flat the boys were already there, lounging on the coach, eating, and watching TV.

All five had a different style. One had the tough guy look with pierced ears and a leather jacket; he had a more handsome suave look to him.

Another guy with brunette hair styled to the side wore tight capris and a blue shirt that showed off his biceps.

Khaki pants, a plaid shirt, and cutely styled hair described the next lad who was chilling next to the other boys on the couch. He had a sweet smile on his face watching the TV.

The last lad had a hair color different from the others. His blonde hair had been styled into a perfectly sculptured quiff and he wore low crotched jeans and a loose "bro tank" as they called them. I would never understand Americans.

Discreetly wiping my clammy hands on my dress, I moved forward to shake hands with the boys, wanting a proper meeting. When they noticed I had come in with Harry they all stood up to greet me as Harry left for the lou.

"Hello Emma, I'm Liam." The one with cutely styled hair and a plaid shirt held out his hand for me to shake and I took it willingly. He began pointing out the other lads and naming them.

"Zayn, Niall, and Louis. It's a pleasure to meet you." Liam was very polite, a lot different from Harry.

Like I said before, I kinda had a thing against One Direction. They had big egos and thought everything was about them. I was proved right by Harry, yet wrong at the same time by Liam. I never really came to the conclusion of whether I actually thought the rest of One Direction were lousy guys because they truly were, or because they hung out with Harry.

"It's a pleasure to meet you guys too. Umm I'm assuming you guys are here because you know about Olivia and the contract?" I bit my lip. They knew I was just dating Harry for his money. I didn't really care if the other guys knew but Liam might have been a different case.

All their eyes suddenly found the ground a lot more interesting than me.

Liam finally spoke up. "Well ya, um we do." He quickly moved on though as to make sure it wasn't more awkward than it had to be.

"So," Liam started, clapping his hands together. "Let's snap this lovely picture of us with a lovely lady." I blushed at that. Harry hasn't called me lovely or any compliment for that matter even though we are technically "dating".

Harry came back from the lou in time for our picture. We all grouped together and Louis held a phone out for us. Harry awkwardly shuffled behind me, debating what position to take.

"Um, I think we should uh... Like should I... Maybe you could..." He mumbled on and I couldn't catch a word so I spoke the words for him.

"Just wrap your arms around my waist and kiss my cheek, Harry. It's not that hard."

"Oooooo burn." The boys chorused. They all laughed and chuckled like I was the funniest person. Ill admit, it put a nice smirk on my face.

At the sight of Harry's face growing bright red, I started laughing with the boys. It is pretty funny. I went on. "You'd think after all the girls he's been with he would know what to do."

At that though the boys stopped chuckling and shared glances.

"Just take the stupid picture, Louis." Harry growled. He placed his soft lips gently on my cheeks and I smiled, for the camera of course.

The picture clicked and after that day, so did the boys and I. What can I say?I judged them wrong.
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Author's Note

Sooo who saw the music video for Best Song Ever??!!! It is FRICKEN AMAZAYN! I love One Direction so much I started crying because ill never meet them. how sad is that. I got feels during the video lol :P especially Harry feels. Harry as a nerdy marketing guy is still as sexy as ever :D
And let's just say, Zayn as a girl? How funny is that! Lol :)

One more thing. I know last chapter I was asking for reads and votes and comments and don't get me wrong I still want those things. But I update and write this story because I like to write and I'm not gonna deprive some people from reading the next chapter because not enough people know about the story yet. I'm fine with that. So as of now, I will be updating when I can versus waiting for votes.

Can't thank my fans enough! Love y'all mah peeps!

Xx iluvenature

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