Keeping Hope (Harry styles fanfic)

chapter 40

October 13th 2011

Imagine a perfect world, with less sadness then what we have.

Where we can walk around with the sun shining out of our pockets, above the rooftops and the stars.

And time, it goes by without fear because we know we'll meet again in heaven.

I imagine a world full of bliss since it is so rare here, in this town that I love as I lie under the covers and think.

Go back to the place where she tells me that tomorrow what I most desire will come true, and your face is full of happiness not sadness.

Imagine in the middle of such a lovely day- the skies above you, where love is with you- just like that.. I remember the way she sat on the sand painting.

Imagine a simple world, a bed to sleep in at night, a house to protect you from the rain, and the smell of tree tops.

I wonder what was with her, if she lived.

Imagine a world where life goes forward and backwards, what you missed you're able to relive and something that has passed is here again..

I remember her eyes, she had a secret only she knew, the painter...

Imagine a place where all our dreams come true.

Imagine a place full with Hope.

August

"How was it, saying goodbye?" Harry questioned Dylan who was leaning on the car door as Harry packed up Emma and his bags.

"How does it feel to say goodbye you wanker? My girlfriend just left me for America," Dylan said sorely.

"She'll be back in three months Dylan, and you have skype and stuff," Emma pointed out to him, trying to make it somewhat easier.

"It's easy for you both to say so, your colleges are what? A 10 minute walk from each other?" Dylan pushed himself off the car.

"Dylan.. I will miss you," Emma shrugged, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her pink strike was long gone, the strip was back to its natural brown.

It has been tough on the group of friends, but they stayed close and strong pulling each other up and forward.

When the trail was over, the chief gave the diary back the Anne and Harry. That was when Anne came across a quite weird entry which she asked Harry about. He then made the connection to Emma's mum and photocopied it for her.

It was heartwarming for Emma to know her mum was able to touch Hope in such a deep way in such a short time. In some ways it helped Emma push through her hurt and loss she lived in. She didn't have her sketchbook tucked under her arm any more. However she did take up art classes and got into a really good art program a half an hour walk away from Harry.

And Harry? He did it. He graduated and is going to major in English literature, like he always wanted, making his mum the most proudest woman in the world.

She who always believed in her children and wanted the most for them is getting to see at least one grow and succeed, which made her tear up every time someone would mention Harry and his achievements.

"You all packed?" Dylan questioned when Harry closed the boot of the car.

"Yeah, we just need to say our goodbyes and then we'll be off," Harry said.

"I can't believe your dad is letting Harry drive you up to college," Dylan turned to Emma.

"Neither can I, but it is rather stupid for everyone to travel up there," Emma winked.