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
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16. Brighter Than the Sun


Brighter Than the Sun


"Oh, good morning, mum." I say in a whisper, praying that dad would not hear us.

"Good morning, mum? Is that all you're really going to say to me?" She also lowers her voice, knowing that she didn't want to involve dad either.

"I was with Janice."

"I don't care who you were with, it's almost seven in the bloody morning, Emma."

"I'm sorry."

"You're still living in this house, even if it is for the summer."

"I know." I mutter.

"And I know you weren't with Janice."


She pushes me into my room and closes the door, "Where were you really?"

"Mum, I was with Janice at the bloody pub. Where else would I go?"

"Really, then why did I see an SUV drop you off?" She tilts her head and squints at me, "Weren't you with your Uncle Niall yesterday?"

"What, were you using binoculars?"

"Obviously not, or I would have gotten the plates!"

I sigh loudly, "Alright, I get it."

"No, you are not brushing me off this time. I may act like a pushover, but Emma, your dad spent the entire night waiting for you to come home. He was worried sick! And you didn't answer my question, Emma."


"Weren't you with your Uncle Niall?"

I sigh loudly, "Only for the afternoon. I went out with Janice afterwards."

"Only for the afternoon?"


She furrows her brow, "Wasn't that your Uncle Niall's car that dropped you off?"



"I said no."

I hear the door open and immediately we both turn to look.

"What's all the ruckus?" Dad ask sleepily running a hand through his disheveled curls. "Emma? Where have you been all night?" His tone wasn't one of anger, just one of pure worry.

"I was out with Janice at the pub nearby."

He yawns and smiles, "So you're alright?"


He walks towards me and wraps me in his embrace, "Just don't do it again without calling to let us know you're alright."


Mum shakes her head as dad shuffles back out into the hallway and in the direction of their bed.

"You're lucky he's so in love with you Emma. You could do no wrong in his eyes."


"But in mine. Hmm. To be decided." She arches an eyebrow and smirks at me, "Go to bed, I'll wake you up in the afternoon."

"Love you." I say as she leaves the room.

"Me too, Ems. Go to sleep."

As she closes the door, I exhale loudly. My heart races at the thought of just mere hours earlier.

I was in deep.


I awaken hours later, still in my clothes from last night. I get out of bed and open the door just a crack, immediately I hear laughter and the unmistakable sound of Niall's Irish accent.

I run to the bathroom, haphazardly peel of clothes and jump into the shower. Moments later, I brush my teeth, my towel wrapped around me tightly. And finally I run back into my, pull out the floral dress from the closet, and put it on. I brush through my wet hair, working it into a braid and finally twirl in front of the mirror, pleased that I had managed to look this good this fast.

Who was I? When did I ever twirl in front of a mirror?

I shake my head of those thoughts and smile widely, he was here. But, no, I had to play it cool. Nothing happened, nothing happened.

I make my way down the stairs, and find all of them sitting down to lunch.

"Nice of you to join us." Dad says lifting his mug. He smiles and waves me over.

Of course, as always, the seat next to Niall is saved for me.

"Where were you last night Emmie?" Ollie says shoveling more food onto his plate, "I learned a new song on my drums."

"Oh, well you can play it for me today, okay?"

Mum and dad looked at me with furrowed brows, never had I willingly offered to listen to Ollie play the drums.

"Really?" He says excitedly.

"Yeah, of course!"

Niall turns to look at me and smirks, "Someone's in a good mood."

"Had a great night."

"Really, because you were complaining about having a "terrible" day with me." He continues smirking, and I know to play my part well.

I roll my eyes, "Maybe you should consider taking me somewhere other than the zoo."

He smirks, "Then maybe I just shouldn't ask you out at all."

"That's an idea." I retort.

Dad clears his throat loudly and asks, "Did you have fun with Janice at least?"

"Ran into a lad I went to primary with."

"Wanker." Niall says under his breath, only audible to my ears.

"Oh, who?"


"Lucas..." Dad looks lost in thought for a moment, as if trying to recall, "Oh, the scrawny little lad. The one who walked you home the other night?"


Adding in details always makes the story more believable, and mentioning Lucas would annoy Niall. Annoying Niall was always fun.

"Does he still look all lanky and scrawny, then?"

"No! He looks fit!" I say with a wide smile.

Niall slams his knee into mine under the table and I look at him sharply.

Dad simply laughs and continues on eating. As if pleased that it looked like my interests were shifting.

"Are you busy today, princess?" Niall asks.

"Not particularly."

"Would you fancy spending sometime with Uncle Niall?"

My heart beats wildly within my chest, I'm not sure I can contain it.

"I guess."

"But she has to listen to me play the drums first!" Ollie says, finishing his food quickly, no doubt so he could play his drums.

"Deal." Niall says extending his hand to Ollie. Ollie takes it and tries to shake it firmly.

"Okay, Ollie. Come on, show me what you've learned!" I say, pushing my plate aside and getting up from my seat.

"Yes!" He comes around the table and pulls my hand leading me towards the stairs. Mum and dad laugh, and Niall smiles. It fills my heart with an indescribable feeling.

Love makes everything seem brighter than the fucking sun, doesn't it?


As I step out of Ollie's room after twenty minutes of an actually decent drum session, I hear dad and Niall's voices in the kitchen.

Per usual, I go down a few steps and listen in to their conversation.

"Must you really go out today? She's barely had any sleep."

"Mate, we're only going to Tesco to get the groceries for tonight." Niall says.


"You really just let her go after you both went to the zoo? You couldn't called me?"

"Sorry, mate. I was busy last night."

"Hmm." Dad replies, I could already imagine him crossing his arms.

"What are you doing?" Ollie asks with a curious expression.

"Nothing." I say with an innocent smile. "How about a bowl of ice cream, huh?"

He nods excitedly and races down the steps, alerting dad and Niall to our presence.

"Oh, that was excellent, Ollie! I heard it all the way down here!" Niall says excitedly. Ollie smiles widely.

"Thanks." He mutters.

"Baby, guess who's coming over tonight for dinner?" Dad says with a sly smile upon his dimpled face.


Both dad and Niall look at me with ridiculously cherry smiles upon their faces.

"Who?" I repeat.

"Come on Ems, I need to go to Tesco to pick up the groceries." Niall says grabbing his keys off the counter.

"This is our big trip out?"

"Believe me, we need to go grocery shopping for tonight, princess."

I turn to look at dad and he nods solemnly.

"What is going on?"

"You'll see." Dad says.

Why am I always the last to find out?

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