chapter 34

That same day Harry marched out of class, the whole group got together at Emma's to decide what the next step would be. Needless to say Harry was not happy with this decision, but he was out voted and frankly, after the word of his outburst got around to the others, they were quite worried how more of this Harry would be able to take before going mental on them.

They decided to sit out in the garden, being it was a warm day, waiting for the pizza they ordered to arrive. Niall helped Emma bring some drinks out and plates, while Dylan and Louis brought out some more chairs to sit on. Harry was talking quietly with Perrie and Eleanor on the side, making sure they were all right after Zayn's cold words.

When the pizza finally arrives Jennifer went out to get it, Dylan rushing after her to help.

The group sat down eating and talking out loud about the upcoming football game and the new drama that was going around school, leaving the important stuff for later, for when they were ready to get down to business

Emma's POV

I just can't stop laughing at Jen's story. She is shooting story after story making us chock on our food.

"Oh gosh! I forgot to tell you what happened to me today!" She exclaims then, sending Eleanor into giggles.

"You haven't told him yet? I was there when this happened she is just mad," She chuckles.

"What have you done this time?" Dylan furrows his brows.

"So El and I leave calculus together- and I was sure I could see you bending into your locker," Jen starts again.

"And I was telling her it wasn't you- this guy had longish hair and he was shorter," El states.

"But I wouldn't have it, and I decided that not only it was you, but that I will come up behind and scare you," Jen says in a matter of fact.

I watch Niall shake his head with a grin knowingly.

"SO I creep up behind you and shout BOO!" Jennifer shouts out her last word making Louis jump and almost drop his pizza.

"So this poor lad jumps and turns around, letting Jen here know it wasn't you, and that I was right," Eleanor smirks.

"Yeah, I was so mortified that I just walked away slowly singing to myself booboo boo boo, as if I was singing all along and he is the weirdo that got scared," Jen smiles.

"Don't you know where my locker is?" Dylan questions.

"Well yeah I do, but I guess my mind was fried from calculus and I wasn't paying attention," Jennifer shrugs.

"I think you need a new girlfriend mate," Harry remarks, placing an arm around my shoulders.

"Watch it," Jennifer warns Harry playfully.

"No really though, Dylan, if you want Perrie is back on the market," Louis speaks up.

"I am not! Zayn and I just had a fight," Perrie hisses at Louis.

"I really don't know what you're still doing with him Perrie", Harry says quietly.

"You don't know him like I do, he isn't really the way you see him in school," She explains.

"He doesn't treat you right," Niall joins in.

"What would you know about that? You only see us in school," She snaps.

"And that is enough to make us think you are too good for him.. I mean look at his friends Perrie- he hangs out with Liam and all they do is be mean to everyone and trip people like Nick down the stairs," Harry reminds her.

"I'm not saying he is perfect," Perrie starts.

"Why not find someone perfect then?" Louis inquires.

"He is perfect for me," She whispers.

"Come on, leave her alone," Eleanor comes to the rescue.

"Hey El, don't you wish she would have a better boyfriend?" Harry questions her.

"Stop it already- She can date whomever she pleases, and you out of all people should support her," I finally say.

All my friends turn to watch me, most with shock on their faces, except Eleanor and Perrie, who have slight smirks on.

"Why don't you explain yourself smart arse," Harry folds his arms turning his body to me.

"Why don't you just leave her alone?" I reply, not wanting to argue with Harry in front of all our friends.

"No, don't change the subject," Harry holds up his hand.

"Very well then, you out of all people should support Perrie for dating Zayn after what you and I went through when we started dating," I snap at him. I watch Harry shift back, not thinking of this type of answer.

"Snap," Perrie claps.

Harry's POV

I did not see that coming, and by the look on the girls faces I could tell I lost.

"I am nothing like Zayn!" I exclaimed, hurt by the comparison.

"I didn't say you were, but think about it- How many people who didn't really know you, came up to me and tell me not to date you? How many times Niall, did you come and tell me to stay away from him? They didn't know you, but I did- and ignored their ignorance, because I knew you better than them, and I knew that deep down you are a good man, and once all you lot gave Harry a chance you saw for yourself he wasn't as bad as you thought he was," Emma finished her speech, moving her pointing finger from me to Niall and then back at me.

"Emma maybe I just got back to school, but Louis, Dylan and Niall were here all along and these two are on the team with him, and they can tell you he is shit," I didn't give up.

"Bloody hell Harry! That doesn't mean they know him!" Perrie spoke up.

"Why the hell not?!" He raised his voice.

"Because! Seeing him act like an idiot on the field and in class doesn't mean you know someone- you want to tell me you're nice on the field? We don't even need to go there- at first when Emma came and had her face in her sketchbook the whole time- what did you think of her? But she isn't weird or anything! You just need to push past first impressions and give people a chance," Perrie explained.

"What does Emma have to do with this?!" I asked confused.

"All right, can we please stop? We have more pressing matters to deal with, and this isn't helping," Jennifer butted in.

"Jen's right Styles," Niall added.

"No we don't," Is all I replied. I didn't want this meeting in the first place, but I knew they would have it no matter if I show up for it or not.

"Yes we do, Harry come on, don't be a dick," Dylan raised his brows at me, and I gave up. If I didn't have at least him on my side there is no point fighting them.

"What are we going to do now?" Eleanor inquired.

"I told you- we do nothing! At least until we tape Tyler telling the truth," I grumbled.

"But we won't- if he didn't talk until now, he won't talk at all," Louis remarked.

"We have Sam, I think that's enough Harry," Emma placed her palm on my thigh.

"It's not, since Sam refuses to talk," I snapped, and she moved her hand away.

"If we talk to Jon and they reopen the case, they can bring Sam in for questioning and he'll have to talk," Niall tried to reason with me.

"No!" I got to my feet, "You weren't there last time- The way Tyler lied through his teeth, and no one believed me! No one cares what I have to say- my mum has no money, my dad was in jail, why would they give a fuck about me?! They didn't give a shit then- so why start now?!" I shouted at them. I stared in every single face, and when my eyes locked with Dylan I knew what will happen next.

"This time you don't only have Sam that knows more, you have me," His voice was leveled, calm, as if he didn't care the whole world is going to explode on him.

"What do you mean this time?" Jennifer inquired.

"Shut up Dylan," I hissed, wishing he would have kept his mouth shut. It's enough Emma knows, I didn't need all the others to know too.

"This time I'll come clean, I'll tell them I was there too," He whispered, his eyes on me, not caring about our friends.

I smacked my forehead in frustration, he never listens.

"You what?!" The voices of all them said in unison, only Emma keeping quiet.

"Harry made me keep quiet, but I can't- I was there, and with Sam knowing the truth you have more than enough to tell the truth about Tyler killing Hope, and finally putting him behind bars where the fuck he belongs," Dylan told me.

"I can't let you do that- you will get in so much trouble for not telling last time," I was tired. I didn't have enough fight in me anymore.

"You knew! You knew didn't you? That Dylan was there the night Hope was killed and you didn't tell us?" Perrie accused Emma.

That moment Emma's dad stepped out and joined Harry and his group of friends. By the look on his face he had heard enough of their conversation.

"How long is you playing police going on?" He questioned them, his arms folded, and a deep frown placed on his face.

"Hi Uncle Jon! You came just in time for our game," Niall tried to save them.

"So.. You're telling me that me hearing Dylan here was on the scene the night Harry's sister was murdered is my imagination? What about you accusing Tyler of killing her? Or Sam of knowing about his brother killing her? Does this have anything to do with the fact Sam's face is all beat up?" Jon let his eyes move from one face to another, taking in their guilty stares. Only Harry's known poker face was on, not giving any emotion away, any emotion but anger.

"Dad, we can explain," Emma finally spoke up.

"Yes, and you will, all of you, right here, and right now," Jon took a step closer to the group, sitting himself down on a chair the eyes of everyone on him, but Harry's. Harry was too busy watching Emma.

And I? I was excited, finally we might be able to put this whole thing to bed.

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