Keeping Hope (Harry styles fanfic)

chapter 15

Jon drove Emma home. Right before they left, the rich kid that attacked her and Nick was brought in, which meant Jon had to come straight to the station after letting Emma off at house.

The drive home was quiet, Emma looking out the window doing her best to ignore her father. Jon was deep in thought how to approach the last events that took place, everything from the attack and up to that kiss she shared with the Styles boy in front of everyone. He didn't think the kid was a bad boy, but he knew trouble came his way and he didn't want his daughter caught in it. He wasn't sure how he felt about her with Harry. He obviously didn't want her dating him, he knew Harry had an eye for her, catching the way he looked at his daughter but he didn't think Emma returned the feeling. On the other hand he could not tell her to stay away, since he was the one telling her she could be a good friend to him.

"Emma.. About what happened last night," Jon started when they turned into their street.

"I don't want to talk about it," Emma cut him off without even turning her head from the window.

"You will talk about it. I can't believe you didn't think of calling me when It happened- you should know better," Jon parked the car and turned to look at her.

"Nick didn't want us to call," She sighed finally glancing at him.

"I don't care what Nick wanted- you should have called, it could have saved me a lot of trouble," Jon frowned.

"Oh- so it's about you? Saving you trouble? Great dad," Emma opened the door and got out, heading to the front door.

"You don't walk away when I talk to you," He called after her, leaving the car running.

Harry's POV

I heard the shouting outside and I inched near the living room window so I could hear better.

"I am walking away now," I heard Emma yell at her dad.

"You should have called, we could have put an end to this whole thing last night," I heard the chief answer. He was right, we should have called.

"My friend didn't want us to call so I listened to him, I did as he wanted," I hear the door slam. I ran out to the back of the house and out to the garden. I was standing next to their window. I knew what I am doing is wrong but I had to know what they were talking about- after all I was a part of last night too.

"You know better than that Emma," The chief answered.

"You weren't there, you don't know- and I am already the 'CHIEF'S DAUGHTER' I don't need to call you every time something happens," Emma shouts.

"Yes you do- when it's stuff like that you should be calling me- what has gotten into you? I didn't raise you like this! Getting into fights? Sleeping at boys homes and wearing their clothes," Her dad sounded more disappointed then angry.

"You're right- you didn't raise me! mum did!" I hear the silence that came after that comment loud and clear.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me- mum raised me- you were never home, always working a case out somewhere," Emma was crying now, I can hear her sobs, and it takes her dad a few moment before he finds his voice to answer her.

"Is this what this is about? Mum?" He finally asked.

"No.. It's about.. It's.. never mind," Emma gives up on explaining herself.

"Look Em, I need to go back to the station.. We will talk about this when I get back."

I don't hear Emma's answer, and after a few minutes the front door closes.