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


18. Unmasking the Truth

Chapter 17-Unmasking the Truth

His lips whispered over mine before they softly placed themselves in between my two lips. Mint again. His lips tasted like mint AGAIN. Just like how they had right before I left Harry at our date the night before. Only this time, I didn't pull away. No doubt, people had probably started taking pictures of us already but I didn't mind as I was held there in that position by Harry, completely mesmorized. I pulled out of my trance and kissed back. My stomach tingled. Worries about Gabriella slid over my head and out the window. All that mattered is I liked this.

As I tilted my head closer to Harry's, he pulled away and looked me in the eyes. His eyebrows furrowed and I saw the gears turning in his head trying to decipher what I thought about the kiss. I closed my eyes, stepped back, and sighed. "Well I bet they liked that," I muttered.

Just as the gears in Harry's head were turning, mine were too. Now that I was released from the hypnotism of Harry Styles, my brain seemed to work again.

Ugh, how could I be so low? I clenched my teeth. I feel disgusted with myself. Gabriella was once again brought to my mind. How could I forget for one second, that Gabriella was hurt by this guy?! How could I forget that? How could I, in any way, think that it didn't matter. Feelings of self disgust soaked through my skin, plunging my mood in minutes.

I sat down on the chair in our section at the bowling alley and crossed my arms. Harry looked at me puzzled, but I just stared straight forward, trying to lose the sour look on my face so the paparazzi wouldn't suspect anything. After all, this outing was for the sole purpose of fixing the mess I made, as Annie had told me.

After finishing his turn, Harry walked back to where I sat, standing in front of me. I could tell he was trying to get my attention, but I just stood up, walked towards my bowling ball, and picked it up. I swung it horribly onto the lane, not caring if I did well or not at this point.

It isn't so much that I am mad at Harry, more like I am feeling horrible because it is my fault that it happened in the first place. It is my duty to Gabriella to stay away from him and I keep failing at it.

"Do you need another lesson?" Harry asked me once I returned to my seat.

"I don't care that I can't get a strike. Just do your turn so we can go," I said exasperatedly. "Please," I added, trying to make it sound somewhat polite.

"Fine, then we can forget we ever came," he gave up, his tone bitter and unforgiving. And as he said that, I couldn't help but feel bad for the way I had been treating him. Gabriella or not, he was a human being and deserved to be treated better than how I had been. My stomach twisted.


"Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you. First off, I am sorry I didn't tell you where I was the other night. It was innapropriate for it to have slipped my mind." My throat felt dry and I suddenly felt the need to drink water. No procrastinating, Emma. I took a deep breath.

My parents sat on one of the beige couches placed in our living room. Their faces showed worry. Who could blame them, it probably sounded like I was going to confess to murder or something.

"We all know that you can't afford to send me to the college I want. You won't admit it out loud, but we all know it so you can spare the words. You always told me to be inventive and solve a problem on my own. In fact, you brought me up to learn that nothing is impossible. Which is why I discovered a solution to having the money for college."

My voice wavered slightly and I rubbed my clammy palms together. My parents shared a quick look, one that I couldn't decipher. I was once told that when you know someone really really well, you can give them one look and they know exactly what you are saying without really saying it. That to me is love, and I see it every day with my parents. This, however, at times was very UNbeneficial to me. Like now.

Anyway, I had to spit it out of my mouth before I chickened out. "I'm dating a singer for money." I closed my eyes and winced, not wanting to see the shock and dissaproval slashed across their faces. One eye at a time, I brought myself to look at my parents. An indescribable look ran across both their facades.

"Before you say anything, can I explain?" I blurted out and kept going with it before they could reply yes or no. "The singer's manager came up to me at school when they were performing there and asked me if I would date this guy. She said his reputation needed fixing and if I did it, they would pay me. I promise it is only for college." My head hung in shame. It must be a day for self remorse.

"Emma, okay. We understand." My head whipped up. My father spoke. "Just please, while you date this guy for the money, don't lose yourself along the way." And with that, my parents looked at each other, intertwined their hands with each others, and left the room, leaving me in utter disbelief.


Four days passed, all spent bundled up in my room, alone. I had driven away Jade and Alyssa, the only two friends I really have. My parents came to check in on me every once in a while during each day, but I just wallowed in self remorse. The only person besides them that bothered to check in on me was Liam; he texted me asking why I wasn't around but I didn't even reply. I couldn't bring myself to. I didn't plan on having any contact with One Direction at all for at least one or two more days, but as usual, Olivia loves to ruin my party. Which is why, in about five minutes, I am scheduled to be picked up by Harry to have dinner on a boat, the two of us. Too many days have passed, according to Olivia, that I haven't been seen with Harry.

I dressed myself with a sun hat, which covered most of the features of my face. I wore a tight v neck shirt and shawl to keep me warm along with a long, flowing skirt that draped around my legs. I told my parents Harry was coming to pick me up this time, instead of lying and saying it was my friends, so they wouldn't creep him out and would not come to the door.


-2 hours later-

The words "Thanks for the dinner, Harry," were the first acknowledgment made between Harry and I since our bowling date. The tiny boat drifted on the ocean as Harry and I sat on the couch next to each other. The sunset astonished me, too beautiful for words. Clouds hung in small patches, slightly obscuring the pastel pink, orange, and yellow sky.

I pointed to a cloud suspended above the two of us trying to ease the tension. "Butterfly."

A chuckle was emmitted by Harry, making me smile to myself. "Ya, kind of like the one on my chest."

I raised one eyebrow and turned to look at him. "On your chest? Why do you have a butterfly on your chest?" I poked him right where I imagined it to be. My gaze lingered on him more than usual, more than it should have as well. Curls poked out of his sunhat, and half his face was covered by a shadow. His green eyes sparkled with the light, his tan skin looking impossibly tanner. He was uneniably handsome. I turned back towards the sky with a sigh.

"Believe it or not, I do. I regret it though. It is one of the worst tattoos I've ever gotten," Harry said with a laugh. His finger poked me in the belly to get me back and I squirmed. "Ticklish are we?"

"Pffft. No. Never have been ticklish, never will." I tried to play it off but Lord knows I have never been a good lier. Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at me. And all at once, his hands attack my belly, making me squirm and kick and start laughing.

"STOP HARRY STOP." I rolled over trying to shove his hands away. Big mistake though. Now our bodies were in very close proximity. His breath fanned my face and whisked away the hairs traipsing out of my braid. My eyes widened as Harry leaned in closer to my face.

"Now you owe me, I stopped tickling you." His lips were about to land on mine, until I pulled away and turned my back towards him.

"I can't, Harry." I tried to tell him forcefully but it ended coming out as a weak attempt.

"Why not?! Are you afraid because I go after girls?" He pulled at my shoulder to make me look at him and quoted with his fingers "go after girls".

"I just can't let myself. You don't understand."

"Oh really. You don't think I understand?! You don't think I know?!" His voice rose in loudness. 
"You think I'm stupid. I can tell! You think I don't know why you can't like me or accept me in any way! Because of Gabriella!"

My eyes popped out of my skull when her name popped out of his mouth. He couldn't remember. Does he? Liam could have told him... I knew Liam would never do that though which means only one thing.


Of course. He's pinning this on her. "EXCUSE ME?! Are you saying my best friend DIDN'T try suicide because let me tell you, SHE DID YOU AS*HOLE! YOU CAN'T LIE AND GET AWAY WITH IT! YOU CAN'T PIN THIS ON HER!" I could only hoped we were far enough away from the shore so nobody could hear our yelling.

"You broke my best friend's heart and you expect me to believe that she lied to me about it." I shook my head at Harry. He may be a di*k at times but I didn't pinpoint him to be a lier as well.

"Let me explain, please." His eyes begged me, so I nodded. "Yes, Emma. I remember you. I lied about not knowing you because of what happened back in England. I was told not to tell. Gabriella and Will made me promise not to tell you. They warned me it would only hurt you more."

Will? Thoughts, suspicions, and accusations whizzed through my mind, each moving too fast for me to quite catch onto. "What does Will have to do with any of this?" I narrowed my eyes and stared at Harry.

"I'm getting there," he only stated. His jaw clenched up and a depressed look overcame his face. "I am sure you remember the day you heard about Gabriella's attempt. And I am sure you found out the reason, or should I say her reason, soon enough later from her as to why." A wave of guilt washed over me.

"I didn't though. I didn't go and see her for weeks." I interrupted Harry then waved my hand for him to keep going.

"Well, it was several days before she attempted that I was going to tell her I loved her." I took a sharp breath. I didn't know he cared about her that much. "I went to her house and knocked on the door, only for it to be answered by Will. And I distinctly thought you must have been there too."

I don't really remember the days before I heard about Gabriella attempting suicide. I tried to wipe them from my mind when I realized I had been such a bad friend to her that I didn't see the depression slowly overtaking her conscious.

"Only you weren't. And I went upstairs to discover Gabriella..." He trailed off. His chin quivered and his eyes welled up. At the same time, I choked, holding back tears from spilling. I knew where he was getting at. I don't want to believe it, I can't, I told myself. But this feeling in my bones told me Harry was telling the truth. He may have fibbed about not knowing me but this just made sense.

-Momentary Flashback-

And when I looked at Gabriella's eyes what was shown in them was surprising. If only I'd payed more attention to why her eyes showed glints of remorse and guilt I would have saved myself from a lot of pain and hardship.

-End of Flashback-

Of course. She cheated with MY boyfriend on Harry. They cheated on both of us. And I believed my best friend, because I was always protective of her. I didn't want her to get hurt by Harry, only it was always the other way around. Which is why she always said Harry would be the one to get hurt. I thought I could trust her.

I wiped away the falling tears from my face as Harry let his slide gracefully down. "Why did she attempt suicide though? She was the one cheating on you. And why would Will break up with me then? He didn't like getting in her bed? I told him I didn't want a physical relationship and he said he understood!" I voiced my thoughts with a cry. I thought I was done with all of this when I moved to California.


Harry's P.O.V.

Talking about this was painful, so painful. It hurt to remember getting my heart broken, like it would hurt walking over broken glass with bare feet. But talking about it with Emma made it seem okay. Like I wasn't the only one going through it because she was hurt too.

The only reason I kept it from Emma was because I didn't want her to feel betrayed as I had. She seemed to really care for Will, at least that was what Gabriella always told me. That is why I agreed to Will and Gabriella's proposal of keeping the truth hidden. It would only save broken feelings, or so I had thought.

I took Emma's hand and squeezed it. The warmth from it heated up my skin as teh hair on my arms rose. "Emma, I want you to know I am sorry for not telling you. For not telling you before now, for not telling you in England... It was wrong of me but I meant it with the best intentions please believe me. I would never hurt anyone intentionally. "I didn't know she was going to attempt suicide. I don't know why she did."



Anyway, thoughts? Want to kill me? I am sure more things are making sense now. Hopefully I spiced teh chapter up a bit. Dedication to @kat_bunolna123 for the lovely talk!

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