Chapter 36

WARNING- THE MATERIAL IN THIS CHAPTER IS INAPPROPRIATE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 17. This is the last time I'll be warning about it.

Emma and Harry walk over to the sofa and take a seat. Harry links their fingers together, pulling strength off of Emma. Anne joined them in the lounge, sitting on a chair to the side, making sure everyone stays civil.

Emma's eyes are firmly watching her fingers linked with Harry's running over the folds, counting the skin cracks, anything but to look up and see for herself Harry's dad's broken eyes.

Harry's POV

"I know you hate me," Dad finally spoke out loud.  Mum shook her head, though she was looking at the floor, her eyes not meeting any of ours.

"That is an understatement," I hissed.

"There wasn't a day that went by I didn't think about you or your sister," He told me.

"You mean Hope? You remember- that's her name- Hope! She was killed! Shot! And I was sent away for her death! and not one word from you! One word!" My voice was raised, and Emma gave my hand a slight squeeze reminding me to keep calm.

"What could I have said? What would have helped? Believe me- If I knew I would," Dad whispered to me.

"You could have said you're sorry- that you're cross with me, that you believe me! You could have been a good dad- not get into all that trouble- you could have stayed, maybe you could have stopped her from dating that asswipe of a killer boyfriend," My voice broke so I stopped. My mum was already crying, but I couldn't take care of her now. I needed to tell him everything, get it all out, off my chest. He needed to know. I needed him to know.

“I know- I know that! I was a shit of a father to you and your sister! I know I can’t change it, and I know I can’t make our family whole again, and you and your mum want nothing to do with me,” He was frustrated, but I didn’t care, I was still startled by the last part of his sentence.

Mum wanted nothing to do with him? So she didn’t take him back? I glanced over to her. She was watching me. I have her eyes. Big and green, but right then, hers were a light shade of watery green, an effect of her tears, and I wanted to kick myself for not listening to her, and hearing what she had to say. I caused her so much uncalled for pain, for something she didn’t even do.

“But at least I can make it right in one way,” Dad continued.

“How so?” I looked back at him.

“I talked to your girl’s father- the chief. I told him everything your mum knows, I told him I want to reopen the case, I told him I want him to work day and night until he finds the real killer and puts him behind bars!”

I heard the gasp from Emma’s mouth.

“What have you done?” I was shocked out of my mind. So he was the reason Emma’s dad came and asked all those questions. He was the reason we might be too late to finally get Tyler for what he had done.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” I said sharply, my gaze turned to Emma who was wide eyed and white.

Emma’s phone beeped, and she checked her message, then she showed me her phone.

Her dad will not be home tonight.

“I need to go,” She whispered.

“I’ll come with,” I said, rising to my feet.

“It was nice meeting you,” She mumbled to my dad.

I didn’t say a word, but when I passed my mum I stopped and hugged her, kissing her cheek.

“I love you mum,” I whispered to her, and with that we were out the house.

 Emma’s POV

Harry and I pace over to my house hand in hand. My dad’s car isn’t anywhere to be seen, I sigh, guessing he was off to work already.

“I’ll stay with you the night if you’d want me to,” Harry whispers, then places a kiss on my ear. I shiver, excitement taking over me. Are evening at the pool flashes to my mind, remembering the way we touched. Harry could get me to do things I never thought I would be able to, like enter a swimming pool, in the deep side yet.

“Harry? How are you doing?” I ask him, as we sit down on the sofa, he pulls me up to him, cuddling me.

“I’ll be alright, I’m keeping my shit together,” He promises, making me smile.

“Harry?” I ask after a while of silence.

“Mm?”

“Let’s go up to my room,” I whisper. I feel him go still next to me, after a moment shifting to his feet, and lifting me up, holding me up on one of his shoulders, making me shriek and giggle as he sprints up the stairs and to my room.

Harry throws me onto my bed, tickling my sides, making it hard for me to breathe.

“Stop!” I beg as I laugh hard. Finally he does, lying down beside me, both of us breathing hard.

“Emma.. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” He tells me, reading my mind.

“But what if I want to?” I say turning to him. Harry studies me for a moment and then his hand moves to trace my lips, running them down to my chin and throat. He brings his lips to mine, but instead of kissing me, his tongue pops out and traces my lips instead. I open my mouth inviting him to kiss me, so wanting to feel those lips of his on my own.

“I have something for us,” I remember, sitting up.

“Now you remember?” Harry gives up, letting me push away, and wiggle out from under him.

“Yes,” I walk over to my dresser and take out a bottle of wine, an opener and a wine glass.

“How long was that in there?” Harry smiles, his dimples flashing.

“From this morning, you see I had this celebration planed,” I wink.

“Oh you did now? And what are we celebrating?” He pushes himself up on an elbow taking the wine bottle from my hand.

“Four months together,” I beam.

“Has it only been four months?” He frowns.

“It has, now open the bottle.

“Emma, you have a flaw in this celebration,” He sits up, taking the wine opener from me.

“What? No I don’t,” I am caught off guard sure I had everything we needed.

“Only one glass?” He cocks a brow up.

“Sharing is caring,” I whisper close to his ear, watching the understandment take over.

Harry pours wine into the glass. I take the bottle from his hands then and place it aside, sitting myself on his lap and taking the glass from his hold. I sip from it and watch him watch me. I bring my mouth to his, but instead of kissing him, I pour the wine through his lips, making him moan.

I feel his hands run up my shirt as he kisses me back, the taste of wine on both our tongues. I break away from his mouth and bring the glass to his lips. Harry licks the rim and then gulps the wine, leaving nothing inside. I kiss him then, to find he saved some just as I did, pushing the liquid through my lips. Some spills and Harry traces it with his tongue, down the side of my mouth and to my neck. I feel his hands cup my breasts and I let out a sigh. How long have I waited for this moment?

I lift my hands up, helping Harry take my shirt off, and then I run my own hands up his shirt, pulling it up, to relieve him from it as well.

“I want you Emma.. Let me have you,” He whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling me.

“Come and take me,” Is my answer.

Harry’s POV

I wasn’t ready for this to happen, thinking she was too caught up in what was going on. But once I figured out where she was going I was right by her side, ready for it.

I unclasped her bra, slipping the straps down her shoulders with my teeth, the scent of the wine strong in my nose. I guided the bra away with my mouth, bringing my lips to her right breast. When I felt her nipple with my lips, I took it in sucking, making her moan louder. My hand was massaging her left boob, making the nipple hard.

“Harry please,” She begged me, and I opened her jeans tugging at them. Her hands fumbled getting to my own, but they trembled so I pulled her hands away taking them off swiftly.

I stood in front of her with only my boxers, my bulge known to her.

“Come to me,” She ordered, her cheeks flushed, but not from embarrassment. I took a step closer, and she slipped her hands into my pants touching me. I took a sharp breathe and hissed. A smirk appeared on her lips. Seeing Emma’s hands in my boxers, her breast visible as she touched me almost made me come there and then. She pulled the length of me out and closed her palm over it.

“Emma, you need to stop that, or this will end fast,” I warned between clenched teeth.

“Oh,” Is all she replied, letting go of me. I pushed her back slowly, my cock still peeking out of my boxers as I pulled down her knickers, noting how wet and ready she was for me. I touched her there making her quiver, soft whimpers leaving her lips.

“You’re so ready for me baby,” I whispered, reaching for my jeans, to get the condom from my wallet.

“Hurry up,” She begged, her hands holding her breast and I do just that. I knew it was her first time, and I knew to go slow, without all of the games and touching. We can do that later, we have forever for it. I put on the condom, and pulled her thighs apart, placing myself between her legs. I watched as she shut her eyes. 

“Open them Em, I want you to watch this,” I told her. She did.

“You’re sure you’re ready?” I questioned, making sure this is really what she wanted.

“I am Harry.. are you ready?” She inquired.

“More than ever.”

Emma’s head was resting on my shoulder, while she played with my fingers, entwining them together over and over. I ran my other hand up and down her arm, my fingers lazily brush her.

“For some reason I expected it to hurt more,” She spoke up.

“You did?” I smiled, this past hour being the best in my whole life.

“It was amazing.. I never thought my first time would be,” She continued.

“I’m glad,” I chuckled. She swated at my arm playfully.

“I’m tired,” She mumbled turning her body to face me, snuggling up.

“Go to sleep baby,” I kissed the top of her head, holding her naked body close to mine. This is without a doubt the best day of my life.

Harry’s phone woke them up, and he pulled away from Emma to answer it.

He sat up when he heard the voice on the other side, making him glance over to Emma, his eyes wide. She was watching him now, listening in. Dylan was taken to the station. Her dad knew he was there that night. My brother got up and dressed swiftly, hurrying to stand by his best friend at this time of need. He kissed Emma’s lips, promising to call her as soon as he knew what’s going on, and just like that he was out the door. Emma was left in bed thinking through what she should do. She got up, showered and dressed. Leaving the house with her coat closed tight around her wet hair. She headed to the only place she knew can help them now. Emma walked over to Sam’s home.