Keeping Hope (Harry styles fanfic)

chapter 39

Tyler was ordered into his chair, Chief Horan in front of him, with a grave look on his face.

"Do you know why you're here?" He questiones Tyler.

"No! You fucking abducted me from my dorm room!" He spits.

"Ha.. no.. let's try this again.. do you know why you're here Tyler?" The chief repeats.

This time Tyler stays quiet.

"You recognize this I’m sure," The chief lays Hope's diary on the table for Tyler to see.

"How did you get that?" Tyler questions seeming confused.

"Wrong question, you should be asking what she wrote about you."

Tyler clenches his jaw to the sound of that.

"So, I need your help Tyler, you see... There are a few things I don't really understand.. You dated Hope haven't you?"

Tyler nods slowly.

"So how come she wrote such bad things about you, the way you treated her and such," The Chief fixes his gaze on Tyler.

"I should now? Girls.. go figure them out.." Tyler waves the chief off.

"Tell me about the night she was killed," The chief tries another way.

"I've been through this with you a million times- Harry shot her," Tyler smacks down on the table.

"When did Dylan come in? Before the shot or after?" The chief plays with the stack of papers in front of him.

"Dylan, he was- he wasn't there," Tyler stutters.

"Oh Tyler, but he was... I got statements from him and Harry, and evidence," The chief smiles.

Emma's POV

I am sat at home with Harry, Dylan and Jennifer, the others went home to sleep, but we were too worked up to call it a night, waiting for Dad to come home with some news.

Harry and Dylan had to calm their parents about the statements they gave, upset no one gave them notice of such a thing.

"You have it easy since your mum is used to you fucking up like this," Dylan sighs leaning back on the sofa.

"I didn't fuck up shithead- it was Tyler," Harry throws a pillow on Dylan.

"My mum wants me home straight away.. But I told her I need to wait here for your dad.. She will kill me once I get home."

"But why? You didn't do anything wrong," Jennifer states.

"Ummm yes he did.. lying about not being at the time of the shooting is a felony," I speak up.

"He didn't lie, he just didn't tell them," Harry smiles a cheeky smile.

"That is a felony," Jennifer and I say together.

"Well right now i'm not getting charged- at least not by your dad.. My mum on the other hand.. god she will kill me," Dylan whines into Jen's shoulder.

"For god's sake Dylan sod it will you?" Harry throws another pillow at him.

"You know what Harry? You might be used to this, but I'm not!" Dylan sits up and turns to face him.

"I'm hungry," I rise from my seat, sick of the whining and snickering. I am tired, but I know my friends are waiting to hear from dad, so kicking them out so I could get some sleep would be cruel.