He's Inevitable

*Winner of best One Direction Fanfiction for 2014 BMA's* "I know that perhaps he could never love me in the way I have realized that I love him, I am not delusional. I walked into love with him, with eyes wide open. Knowing full well the consequences of the feelings I had so blatantly accepted. But even that was not a choice. He's less of a choice and more like fate. He's inevitable." | Emma Grace Styles has had the life any teenage girl would be envious of. Being the daughter of Harry Styles and surrounded by the men of the once world famous One Direction, has assured that Emma would lead anything but a boring life. But there was one thing missing in Emma's seemingly perfect life, and he had left eight years ago. As he comes back into her life, in the most peculiar of ways she realizes that he's inevitable. And that perhaps inevitability was only the beginning of their twisted love story. *Cover is Illustrated by Coconut Wishes* Book III of the She Taught Me How To Love


21. An Expanded World


An Expanded World


Slowly the summer was starting to truly take form. Never had I spent a summer out and about. Usually, summers were spent in the air conditioned rooms Janice and I had deemed worthy of our presences, never truly seeing the outside world as appealing. But this summer, I couldn't quite find the time to entrap myself in the tiny world we had once found was a part of us. My world was expanding, slowly it was starting to make me feel as if things were changing for the better.

"What are you up to today?" Dad says taking a sip from his cuppa tea. The sunlight was burning bright today, casting a light upon his curls and making shimmer.

"Oh, not quite sure. Waiting for something to along." I say looking at my phone. Niall had told me he would text later on, it was only nine in the morning anyways.

"Why don't you spend the day with your dad?"

I eye him suspiciously, "Mum gave you chores didn't she."

He smirks, "So bloody clever."

"I didn't get it from you." I say with a smile.

He smiles sadly, "Leigh was the clever one."

"Was she really?"

"Well, she loved me didn't she?"

"That isn't helping your case, dad."

He laughs, "Your mother was the one of the smartest women I have ever met. Leigh was the top of our year, and she always scored higher than me on every bloody test."


He nods, "There was one time she got sent to the headmistress' office because she had corrected a professor in class. Not in a nice way either, might I add."

I laugh, "That sounds like something she would do."


I look at him and notice something had slightly changed, "You still miss her, don't you?"

"Everyday, baby."

"I'm sorry, dad."

"It's a natural thing Ems, I bet you think about her all the time too."

I nod, it wasn't as frequent as when I was little, but I still thought about what she was like and how much of me came from her.

"Yeah, I do."

My phone buzzes, and dad smiles, "Seems like you've got plans today."

Niall: Ready to go?

"Yeah, seems like it."

"I'm happy for you, baby."


He sighs, "It's nice to see you...having a life. Having fun. You just..."

"I just?"

"You seem so different lately." He smiles.


"Yes. And I have to say, I'm happy you're happy, Ems. I hope you always will be." He leans across the table and leaves a kiss upon my forehead. "As for me, I'll be stuck cleaning out the bloody closet. Send my regards to Janice."

My stomach turns guiltily, and I reply, "Will do." As guilty as I may feel, I'd have to suck it up.


"What are we doing today, Niall?" I ask as I lay back comfortably in the passenger seat of his car.

He smiles at me as he continues driving, his hands on the wheel. I look out the window, watching fields pass by. The sun shines brightly still, and the day was warm and very summer-like.

Moments pass, and still Niall does not answer my question. I huff loudly and ask, "Do you mind answering my question?"

"Well...I was thinking maybe something different for today."

"Different in what way?"

"Maybe...a road trip?"

I furrow my brow, "Road trip? Do we have a destination?"

He shakes his head, "As far as we can go til night time."

"I told dad I'd be back tonight."

Niall chuckles, "Call him and tell him you're staying at Janice's."

"Are you encouraging me to lie now?"

"How else can I keep you with me all night?" He says, an obvious smirk upon his face.

"You're such a bad influence." I say pulling out my phone. As I go to dial the number, I stop and look back at him, "Wait. All night? Where exactly will we be sleeping?"

"I'm sure there are many lodges or inns around."

Was he serious? "So we'll be sleeping wherever we stop, basically."

"Is there a problem, princess?"

I gulp loudly, "No."

"Then, what are you waiting for?"

I dial the number, my fingers nervously shaking. It rings, and I almost wish dad's voice hadn't answered, "Hi, baby. You having fun?"

"Yeah. Tons."

"What are you girls up to?"

"Road trip."

"Fun!" He says excitedly. "Where to?"

I smirk, "Wherever the road takes us."

"Ah, I suppose you'll be gone the night."

"You suppose correctly."

"Well, I'll tell mum then. Have a great time, Ems. Take pictures, and don't drive if you girls are tired."

"Okay, dad."

"Check in later."

"Will do."

"Love you."

"You too, dad."

I hang up the phone and could feel Niall's stare upon me. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, and sure enough I was right.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Nothing, just happy." He replies, his eyes now only looking at the road ahead.

"Why is that?"

He stays quiet a few seconds, and I could hear it again, my heart beating wildly against my chest.

"Because this is only the start of many adventures."


About five hours later, in the city of Manchester, we finally decide to stop for the night. We had driven slowly, stopping every few hours somewhere that had caught our interest. At a little shop Niall insisted we stop in to buy some sweets, we notice the sky darkening in a very threatening manner.

"Looks like rain." He said in a lighthearted tone, paying for our treats and ushering me towards the door. "We should hurry along, then."

He drove a bit faster now, having noticed that it was nearly six in the evening and that a storm was looming.

"Don't drive too fast." I chide, "It'll be dangerous if it starts raining."

"I know." He says, but he doesn't reduce his speed.

The sun completely disappears by now, leaving only the ominous clouds lurking above us, and a an eerily empty road ahead.

"Are we almost near an inn?" I ask.

Rain starts pattering slowly onto the windshield, steadily becoming more powerful.

"Yeah, I think so."

"We're, like, near a forest, Niall. I don't think we're even near the town yet."

"We're almost there, princess."

I watch as the rain becomes more furious, pattering violently against the glass. It was going to rain very bloody hard tonight.

I look out the window, and could see lights up ahead, "I think we're almost there."

He turns on the wipers and nods, "Seems like it."

As we approach the town, the rain only falls upon us harder. We try to make out where the inn is, but it was nearly impossible due to the lack of visibility.

"I think that's it." Niall says squinting through the windshield.

"Thank goodness." I mutter.

As we approach the homey inn, Niall parks the car near the entrance and turns to look at me, "I'll check to see if they have a room, okay? Wait here."

Did he just say a room? As in, we would sleep in the same room...in the same bed?


I watch as he runs across the small distance, his back already splattered with rain.

I breathe in and out, trying to calm myself down. Would this be the night? Already? Is this why he wanted to go on a road trip?

No, Niall isn't that type of person...

He runs back out, quicker than I had expected, and jumps quickly back into the car, "They have a room. Looks like we're staying." He says slicking back his wet hair.

"Oh, okay."

"Come one, princess, it'll be fun." He says parking the car in the correct place.

I nod, "Yeah. I'm sure it will be."


"So, this is it?" I say looking at the two person bed in the rather intimate room.

"Cozy isn't it." Niall says admiring the feel that the room exuded. From the beautiful comforter to the wine colored drapes, it felt as if we were intruding in someone's home.

I nervously stare at Niall as he walks around the room in his soaked clothes. His shirt had gotten the worst of it, sticking to his body and revealing every crevice. I could feel the low moan growing in my throat at the sight of him.

"Enjoying the view?" He says noticing my stare.

I clear my throat, "Aren't you cold? You're going to get sick."

He starts peeling off his shirt.

"What are you doing!?"

"You said I was going to get sick, can't have that now can we, princess?" He says smugly.

I avoid looking at him and sigh loudly, "At least wear a towel or something."

"Am I that hideous that you don't want to look at me?"

"It's not that."

"Then what?"


"Ems, come on now." He says coming closer to me. I turn and walk to the other side of the room. "Are you going to run from me now?"

I could hear the challenge in his voice and smirked to myself, "Until you cover yourself."

"What do you want me to wrap myself in the bloody blankets?"

"There's an idea."

He turns from me and goes onto the bed, wrapping one of the warm blankets around himself, covering his entire body.

"Will this do?"

I look at him directly in the eyes now, laughing loudly. Only his face could be seen, the rest of his body covered.

"Yes, that will do." I manage to say between giggles.

He pats the bed, urging me to come join him.

I slip off my shoes, my jumper, and finally undo my hair before hopping onto the plush bed. As I come a bit closer to him, he unwraps himself from the blanket and pounces on me. He wraps me tightly in his warm embrace. I could feel my heart rate increasingly dangerous as I realized I was touching his warm, bare skin.

"We had an agreement." I mutter, restraining myself from tracing his collarbone with my lips.

"Agreements were made to be broken." he says further constricting me by wrapping his legs around the bottom half of my body.

As I tilt my head to look at him directly and respond something seemingly witty, he shifts slightly and instead grazes his lips upon mine.

I respond though, by throwing myself at Niall. Naturally. I unwrap myself from his embrace and tackle him onto his back, kissing him almost frantically. Niall laughs against my mouth and kisses me back. The kiss eventually slows down, becoming a mix of the soft sweeps of our lips and tongues and us laughing quietly with each other.

We do this for hours, and when we finally turn to see what time it is, it's the early hours of the morning. We had spent the entire night whispering and kissing until both of our lips were bruised and puffy. It's only after seeing how red my lips were that Niall decides that it’s time to sleep.

By now I should be used to his kisses and his touch. At least, not as struck by them as I was the first time or the second. But still, as his lips met mine I felt the same rush, the same electricity, as that first night.

As I turn to look at Niall, I see that he's slowly falling asleep. I curl myself against him, my head upon his chest and whisper, "Goodnight."

He kisses my forehead, leaning back onto his pillow with a wide, satisfied smile upon his face, "Goodnight, princess."

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