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


8. More Disturbing Dreams

~Chapter 8- More Disturbing Dreams~

My hand reached out to touch my mother's to reassure her everything would be okay whatever the problem was. The thing was though, I didn't know the problem at that time, and I also didn't know that I was the one that would need more reassuring than her. 

I opened my mouth to ask the problem only to shut it realizing the police officer wasn't finished asking questions. 

"Ma'am, can you tell me what you knew about this girl, Gabriella? Her personality? Her relation to your family? We are trying to gather as much information about her as we can. You must understand that ma'am." The burly police officer looked straight into my mom's eyes. 

She had trouble talking though; therefore, I thought why not help answer the questions. My voice was still shaky because I was afraid of what had happened to her, but I answered them anyway. 

"Well, Gabriella is one of my best friends and we have known each other since we were 4. She's a really special girl; she's artistic, sweet, humble, and really funny at times. She's not only my best friend but we are family friends." 

The police officer looked deep in thought, formulating another question in his head before speaking it aloud. 

"Did she ever have any suicidal tendencies before?" 

That one question left me speechless. Not only could I not find the words to a) answer the question or b) ask why in the world he would ask that, but I literally couldn't get anything out of my mouth. I was incapable of uttering a single word. When I tried, a mutated gurgle fell out.

I finally managed a several syllables but they came out stuttered and detached from one another. "Wha-what, wh-wh- why are you asking me that?" My voice trembled and shook, quaked and shivered all at once.

You know those times that you ask a question just because you want to hear a different answer? You already know the answer inside but you want to physically hear something different so you can tell yourself there is no problem. Well, this was one of those times. I knew that either she had done suicide and successfully taken her life away brutally not only from herself but her friends, families, and peers, or she had tried to take it away. Or of course, there was some big misunderstanding; I hoped for the last of the options.

How could someone think like that? How could they think nobody wanted them enough in the world to do something like that? 

Beyond them feeling sorry for themselves, it can be selfish sometimes. If people live lets say in a really nice place like Washington or California or England, and they take their lives away because they were hurt, think about all the kids that didn't have that choice; that DON'T have that chance. They are the ones in Africa that wonder whether they will have enough water the next day or enough food to keep on going. Or if they will have to succumb to the disease that's been plaguing them for weeks, months, maybe years. 

By this time, my mom had calmed enough to tell me what I didn't want to hear. "Honey, Gabriella," she paused as more tears threatened to clog her mouth. "She attempted suicide by overdosing on pills." 

If my mouth hadn't dropped enough at the first question about suicidal tendencies, it sure as h*ll was on the ground now. 

She seemed happy though, or I had though she did. Had I been too wrapped up in other events like Will dumping me? Had she shown signs of being unhappy enough to try suicide? Was I that horrible of a friend to not realize it? My eyebrows knit together as I deeply frowned showing my confusion and disbelief.

"When did this happen officer?! Is she going to be okay?! She will live right?!" The words launched out of my mouth in an almost yell. 

"I believe so. We had a report come in earlier today down at the police station by her sister who had walked in the bathroom to see her unconscious. The paramedics arrived and I was dispatched to go around the neighborhood and ask around about her. I'm sorry miss but that's about all I know." He sighed heavily whilst shaking his head. "I hope she gets help."

My body flew up in my bed. All the sheets had been tossed off and were cluttered around the bed on the floor. I breathed out. These dreams, or should I say nightmares? Whatever they were, they were coming back because of Harry. The same nightmares used to plague me in London. The accumulation of the nightmares, the fact that Harry was in London, and the reality that London wasn't my lifestyle all added up to be why we moved to California. 

The move to California had lost us a lot of money; the economy was doing horrible at the time we left so we didn't get a good price on our home and lost hundreds of thousands of dollars because of that. That's why while in London I could have a flat to myself, here I was stuck with my family in a puny house where we were all bunched up. 

Even though there were many reasons for us not to leave, the push factors overpowered the stay factors in London. I just couldn't live having nightmares about Gabriella every night. I lost all concentration in school and my grades dropped miserably, starting to hurt my chances for a good college. We moved quickly enough so that when we got to California, I could start over the year freshly. 

My grades stayed high, high enough to get me into HARVARD. But because of all the money we lost in the move, even though I got into Harvard we couldn't pay for it.
I lay in bed awake for what seemed like hours until my mind finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke up at 10 in the morning, deciding I had to tell someone about my situation with Harry or I might go crazy. And the only people I would trust would be Alyssa and Jade. 

After taking a quick shower and texting Alyssa and Jade to come to my house, we all sat bunched up on my bed, Alyssa and Jade's eyes intently focused upon mine. 

"Well? You said you wanted to talk to us..." Alyssa started off. 

"Yes, okay. So you know how our school had a One Direction concert? Well-" Jade cut me off. 

"You like them now?!" Jade was a directioner as well but not nearly as much as Alyssa. While Alyssa's face showed hope, Jade's showed surprise. 

"No... But their manager came up to me when I was sitting outside. She kind of offered me something. A job to be more precise." 

"A job?" Alyssa questioned, confused. 

"Ya, she hired me to pretendtobeHarry'sgirlfriendandI'llgetpaid." I bunched the last bit together to get it out of my mouth quickly. My eyes were closed and I slowly popped them open to see the girls' reactions. 

Alyssa's face was in downright shock. Her jaw was literally on the ground. I didn't think human joints could go that far but I've been proved wrong. 

Jade's face was... Well... It showed jealousy... And that didn't make me happy. 

"Before you yell at me guys, I had to do it. You know how much I hate One Direction but you also know how much I seriously need the money for college." At this time, tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to overflow. 

"I'm sorry, Alyssa and Jade. I know how much you guys like them." I looked towards the bed. I couldn't bare to see their unhappy hateful faces. 

"I'm not mad, Emma. You are a very lucky girl." Alyssa tried a smile. "Maybe I could just meet them sometime?" She tried hopefully. 

"Of course!!!" I literally screamed and launched myself to hug her. 

Jade felt differently though. "Speak for yourself, Alyssa." A scowl covered her face. "You are just telling us now? I thought we were your friends. You should be mad about this Alyssa! Why aren't you mad?!" With that, Jade gathered her phone, wallet, and car keys and stormed out of my room.

"Is she gonna be okay, Alyssa?" I looked towards Alyssa's face for reassurance. 

"Ya, it'll be blow over. I'm glad you finally told us though. So tell me, what is it like dating one of the sexiest men on Earth??" She asked excitedly. 

"Well, he's really conceited," I started off. I told her from beginning to end my impression of Harry to her and why it was so hard. Alyssa knew about Gabriella and her attempted suicide and therefore knew how difficult acting this out would be for me. 

We spent the rest of the day, lying on my bed as I told her about Harry and the other lads, her face ranging in emotions. 

I tried to stretch this chapter out for you guys because I haven't updated in a couple days and felt bad. I had a swim meet this weekend and I don't wanna brag but I'm very happy with my resulting times. :) also, there will be an authors note coming up separate from a chapter about a minor change in the story so watch for that and please read it when it comes out.

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Xx- iluvenature

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