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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22. The Little Inn

CHAPTER TWENTY

The Little Inn

 

When I finally awaken it's about noon. I sigh loudly, knowing that we would have to leave soon  to make it back home before it was sundown.

I turn to look at Niall, still snoring peacefully and basking in the warmth of the sun that managed to creep in through the blinds. I smiled and couldn't resist kissing his cheek, carefully, so that I wouldn't wake him.

I get up quietly to use the loo and at least try to look as if I had slept more than five hours. After running my fingers through my hair and slipping my jumper back on, I decide it's the best I can do and slip back into the room. I notice that Niall was finally waking up and jump upon the bed before he actually realizes that I was gone.

"Good morning, princess." He says placing a hand upon my cheek. I smile as he brings me closer to him, embracing me once more.

I  scrunch my nose and jokingly say, "Morning breath."

He smirks at me and gets up in a single motion, heading towards the loo.

As I lay back onto the bed, waiting for Niall to come back, I pull my phone off the nightstand. I hadn't checked it since last night, and quite frankly mum and dad might be a bit worried.

I turn it on, expecting perhaps a voice mail or a text, but instead am faced with no new messages, no missed calls, and no voice mails.

"Weird." I mutter as I look at the screen.

"What's that?" Niall says closing the door to the loo and walking over to me.

I shake my head, "Nothing. Are we heading out?"

He checks the time on his Rolex, nodding, "Yeah, we should be checking out." He grabs his now dry shirt off the windowsill and puts it on very, incredibly slowly.

"Did anyone call you?" I ask looking away.

He finishes putting on his shirt and immediately pulls out his phone from his back pocket, "No. Nothing."

"Oh, okay. Well, let me call dad then."

"Alright, I'll go check out and come back up when everything's all set." He kisses me on the cheek.

As he leaves the room I dial dad. The phone rings and is answered almost immediately, "Hi, baby!"

"Hi dad." I say with a smile, I couldn't help it.

"How's it going?"

"Oh, well we stopped for the night. Quite a storm there was."

"Where did you stop?"

"Wolverhampton."

"That's far!"

"We stopped at a little inn."

'The cutesy one by the edge of town?"

I furrow my brow, "How did you know?"

"Your Aunt Sophia's sister owns it."

"Really? I've never met her." I say with a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I try to keep my voice calm, although it was getting more difficult by the second.

"Oh, well tell her I say hello! It's been quite a long time. Haven't seen her since Connor was born."

"Okay, if I recognize her I'll do that."

"When will you be home?" I could hear the banging of pots and pans in the background, and knew immediately that he was in charge of making lunch today.

"In the late afternoon, and don't make mac and cheese again Ollie really hates it."

He sighs loudly before chuckling, "You know me too well. I'll see you later, Ems."

"Bye dad."

"Oh and Ems?"

"Yeah?"

"Text your mum, she wanted to check in with you."

"Okay. Will do."

"Love you."

"You too, dad."

I hang up the phone and immediately my mind starts racing, Auntie Sophia's sister? Would she possibly recognize me? I didn't even remember her to be honest. But would she even be working here? Would Niall have recognized her? Dad would have known by now, wouldn't he?

"All set." Niall says coming back into the room and smiling widely, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah." I reply, trying not to let my voice shake. I was becoming undone at the thought of being discovered in one of the most massive lies I could ever tell.

"Let's get to it then."

–❈–

By the time we were out on the open road once more, the rays of sun upon my face, and the warm summer breeze coming in through the windows, I realized that perhaps I had over reacted. Niall told me that the girl working the counter was around twenty, and couldn't possibly have been Auntie Sophia's sister. And beside that, he had never met her. She couldn't possibly have recognized us in the first place.

So now, as we drove through the relatively empty roads once more, I found myself at peace.

"Oh." I mutter pulling out my phone.

"What's up, Ems?"

The warm breeze pushes my hair back, making it dramatically sway. Niall smiles as he looks at me with an admiring look.

"Nothing, I just remembered dad told me to text mum."

"Did you have fun?" He says looking straight ahead.

"Of course I had fun." I say as I type.

Hi mum, everything's great. Janice says hi.

I give the text a once over before sending it, and turn to look at Niall, "Too bad it was only one night."

"Oh, you wish it had been longer?" He replies with a growing smirk.

"Any longer and I would have had bruises on my lips." I say playfully.

"Not that you would mind."

I feel my phone buzz and look down at mum's response. Instead of a message, she simply attached a file. Then another file appears as my phone buzzes once more.

Curiously I open the file and am faced with a picture of myself holding Niall's hand in the lobby of the inn. My heart stops. I shakily open the next file, and it's a picture of us going into the room last night. I look at the picture, studying it. It was obviously me, that was the jumper dad have given me before uni started last year. There was no way out of it. There was no possible way I could deny it.

I flip back to the first picture, and although it is only the back of our heads, you can tell it's us. I feel my chest tighten and I let out an audible sob.

The phone vibrates once more in my hand and as I open the text I hold my breath.

Mum: I already gave my regards to Janice this morning, give mine to Niall though.

We were fucked. We were utterly and completely fucked.

I throw the phone in the cup holder, not sure what else to do. I could feel my body shutting down, knowing that the worst was about to come.

"Fuck." I say loudly, tears forming in my eyes. I try to breathe, but already I feel my chest becoming constricted. I breathe in deeply, but can't seem to get my lungs to work.

"Emma?" Niall says in a panic, "What's wrong."

"I..." I try to breathe in, I try to breathe out, but the normalcy of the function seemed to erase itself from my mind making it foreign to my body. I couldn't figure out how to breathe. And as seconds passed I felt my throat close and my eyes water.

I feel the car roughly pull over on the side of the road and Niall jump out of his seat and go around the car to my side. He opens the door, unbuckling me in an instant.

"Breathe princess, in and out." He place his hand on my back, trying to make soothing circles as I attempt to let air in and out. I heave loudly, a sob caught in my throat. "Emma, breathe. Breathe, love."

Slowly, after what seems like an eternity, I begin to breathe in what seems like a normal fashion. Only then does Niall ask, "Emma, what's wrong."

I grab my phone wordless out of the cup holder, open the file and show it to Niall.

He groans loudly, punching the side of the car, "Fuck, fucking shit!" He yells.

I shake nervously, curling up in the passenger seat.

"Niall?"

"Yeah?" He doesn't look at me, his back is turned to the meadow where we had happened to pull over. He rests his hands on his hands, trying to calm himself down.

"What are we going to do?"

He stays quiet, only sighing loudly.

"I have no fucking idea princess."

 
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