Chapter 30

Emma could already tell the blue and purple around Sam's eyes, and even though he probably deserved it she kind of felt bad for him.

She was watching him carefully as he waited for a reaction from the words he just spoke.

"I know," She answered him nonchalant.

"You know? Since when?" Sam was confused.

"For a while now, Harry told me,"

"And you believed him?" Sam inquired.

"Yes, I did," Emma snapped, not liking his tone of amazement.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I guess you would, you weren't here when everything went down with the murder," Sam explained.

"What does that supposed to mean?" Emma was defensive about Harry, not liking when people bad mouthed him for no reason.

"Forget it," He dismissed her.

"Tell me how you got the diary," Emma decided to let it go for now.

"Ok.." Sam took a deep breath.

Emma's POV

I can see he is in a lot of pain, and it makes me uncomfortable, knowing my boyfriend had inflicted these injuries, but I have to get answers. We have to start putting things together so we can finally end this madness.

"The night Hope died.. Tyler came home all bloody, he was crying mumbling over and over again 'killer.. killer'. At first I was sure he is referring to Harry, since he claimed just before that Harry had pulled the trigger, wiping the handle and throwing the gun aside. He claimed to have picked it up so if Harry goes crazy again he won't be able to get access to it- you see that was how he explained not having Harry's fingerprints on the weapon," Sam stops to watch my response.

"That makes no sense! If Harry would have fired the gun he would have had gun powder on his hands- but he hadn't- wasn't that checked?" I question, feeling I am missing something here.

"But that's the thing, he did," Sam's eyes are wide and glossy. I have a feeling he kept all this information locked inside for too long, relived to finally have a chance to let it all out.

"That can't be! Tyler killed her!" I exclaim.

"Yes," Sam agrees with me, and the panic rising inside me Subsides.

"So if Tyler managed to point a finger at Harry, how do you know that it was him?"

"At first I was positive like everyone else it was Harry, Tyler had nightmares, yelling out in his sleep, that he is sorry, and he didn't mean to, and I believed he meant he was sorry for not being able to save her.. I know he treated her poorly, but they were together for quite some time, so I believed he did love her. However, Harry got out, and suddenly Tyler went all crazy, starting to yell in his sleep again, coming home more frequently, and I thought it was because he was dating Jen, until I heard him question her about Harry.. As if he was waiting for Harry to come after him, and his nightmares were back, and he said- he said he didn't mean to kill her," Tears are running down his face now, finally letting all of the emotions he kept trapped in for so long out. his story is slightly shaky, not making much sense to me, but I let it be for now, deciding to put the pieces of information together after.

"If you have then how come you didn't come clean? Why didn't you go to my dad?" I stand to my feet.

"It's not as simple," He wipes at his tears.

"Yes it is, we can go right now," I tell him.

"You can't, it's no use," He raises his voice.

"Why?" I shout at him.

"Because I've tried already! I went to my parents, and they waved me off, they said what's done is done, and I should leave it alone, I think they knew all along it was Tyler, and they still sent Harry away," He sobs.

"No! You're lying! Who would do such a thing? Deafened a killer?" I am pained by the sickening thought that they sent Harry away knowing he is not to blame.

"A mother would do anything for her child, and my father is powerful, he can get away with anything," Sam mumbles.

"How did you get your hands on the diary?" I question coldly.

"I went snooping in Tyler's room, I found it under his mattress, with photos of Hope," He shrugs.

"You could have taken it to my dad, told him everything," I accuse him.

"And turn on my family?" He looks up at me.

"Yes! If it's the right thing to do!" I shout.

"I gave it to you didn't I? I was trying," He whispers.

"Why give it to Eleanor then? Why not give it straight to Harry?" I inquire.

"Because, at first I didn't want you to know it was me, and I had El's locker last year so I knew the combo," He explains.

It makes sense, or at least started too.

"So why send me messages? What do I have to do with all this?" I push.

"Listen, Harry hasn't killed Hope, but he is messed up! And you coming here with him, and facing Tyler.. Remember the last time? This would have been much worse! You could end up just like Hope," He remarks.

"Harry would NEVER hurt me!" I snap, angry at him for even thinking such things about him.

"You don't know that, when he gets pissed he loses it- you're not safe around him in this situation," He tries to convince me.

"Sam, this is a load of shit! And you know it," I scold him.

"Yeah? Did you already forget he almost hit you today? Look what he has done to my face!" He points at himself.

"Well, he didn't! And he won't, thank for answering my questions, I think I had enough though," I say and walk out of the room without turning back.

Harry is stood outside the door waiting for me.

Harry's POV

The moment Emma noticed me, she wrapped her arms around my waist burying her face in my chest.

I knew she will have questions for me, like why I had gun powder on my hands, there is a lot I have not yet told her, or wasn't planning on telling, but now I guess I must.

"I'm sorry you got blamed for Hope's death Harry! That is so unfair, I wish I could change it for you," She whispered, her voice pained, hurting for me.

"What's done is done, and after we get Tyler, it will all be over," I promised her.

"I know you would never hurt me!" She looked up at me, knowing I have heard the whole conversation.

"Good," I smiled slightly, "Emma.. You know that I love you.. right?" I stuttered.

"Oh Harry, I love you too," She smiled hugging me.

"No- I really truly love you, with all my heart," I needed her to know, to believe that it's true, that she is safe with me, no one will ever hurt her, not under my watch.

"I- I love you too," She tilted her head up at me, her eyes- that wonderful blue I loved from day one, sparkled at me.

I kissed her then softly on the lips, happy for us, for what we have, for starting to get some answers.

"I want to go home," She told me once she shifted back.

"In the morning," I promised, and she nodded.

We ended up all sleeping together at the boys dorms, moving the girl's bags into our room.

Even though it was too many people in such a small room, I liked it. I liked having Emma so close. I liked snuggling up to her, wrapping my arms around her in a cuddle as we slept on the tiny uncomfortable bed.

In the morning, everyone got ready quietly collecting their things as fast as we could to get out of there and head home. We decided to stop for breakfast on the way, anything just to leave this campus.

Telling Emma I loved her was the best and smartest thing I could have done. She hasn't left my side for a moment since, mirroring every one of my movements, staying close and in reach, just like I wanted of her.

The drive home wasn't as quiet though, the people in the car changing from the drive up.

Emma was sitting in the front next to me, as Louis and Eleanor sat in the back. Niall drove with Dylan and Jennifer.

Eleanor asked over and over again about what Sam told Emma, and she went over the whole conversation, though she kept out the part of me having gun powder on my hands, and I knew we will have a long talk once we get home.

Truthfully I was a bit scared- no not scared. But unsettled.

I let Eleanor and Louis off at their houses, and then turned to our street.

"Harry.." She started. Here it goes.

"The gun powder on my hands," I sighed and she noded gazing at me with those huge eyes of hers. I parked the car and sighed agaib, ready to explain, when I notice him.

Emma followsled Harry's gaze out of the window, and a gasp escaped her mouth.

The hooded man from her window was standing outside of Harry's house, talking to Anne.

When Anne and the hoodie noticed Harry and Emma, they exchanged looks, then Anne hurried towards the car.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" Harry demanded slamming the car door after him.

"I thought I would get the chance to tell you before you got back," She said in a hushed voice.

"Like hell you were!" Harry barked.

Emma stepped out of her seat, walking around to slide her hand into Harry's.

"It was you wasn't it?! At her window! Who the fuck do you think you are? to look into windows in the middle of the night?!" Harry spat at him, Anne's face was horrified by her son's language.

"Harry," She called but he ignored her.

"Why the fuck would you let him back?!" Harry shouted at his mother, Emma cringing next to him by his harsh tone.

"Harry," She pulled on his hand slightly.

"It was him wasn't it?" Harry asked her, his voice slightly softer, but the red in his eyes was still much visible. Emma nodded slightly.

"Who is it?" She was confused, knowing she is missing a big part of what was going on.

"This shitty piece of scum is my father,"