Keeping Hope (Harry styles fanfic)

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.