For The Love Of Clara

You come into my flower shop everyday. You always order roses for your one night stands. I hate your smile, your eyes, your curly hair. Everything. Then why do I always wish I was the one receiving your flowers? Why do I want you to place your hands on me and kiss me? I want you to rip my clothing off and make love to me in the garden. So, Mr. Styles will you buy me a bouquet of roses?


15. A Rose Petal Apology

After the interview I headed to a cafe and got my favorite tea, then walked the rest of the way to the shop. I checked my watch, knowing the shop would close in another forty-five minutes. 

"Well look who decided to show up," said Lola as I walked into the shop.

"Hey Lola," I smiled as I went behind the counter. "How's the Valentine's Day pre-sale going?" 

"Great, we had an order of fifty-three red roses earlier today."


"Yeah, they came in to pick up the order about an hour ago." 

"So everything is going good?"

"Of course, I have everything under control," she said. "Being a celebrity boring yet?"

"It's a lot of drama," I said. "With Harry and um, Zayn."

"Zayn?!" All the girls looked at us. And I smiled awkwardly at them all. 

"Shut it," I said to her. "But yes, I kinda had a thing with him."


"He um,--yea." 

"You're not a virgin anymore, are you?" She smirked at me. 



"Lola, shut it," I said again. "Anyway--."

I wasn't able to finish because the bell to the shop chimed and in walked the person I hardly ever see in the shop at night. 



"Hey," he said as he walked up to the counter. 

"Hi," I said to him. I still didn't want to talk to him, not after what he did to me. 

"Can we talk?" 

"Um--," I started. 

"Yes, the back room is empty," said Lola. 

"Yeah we can go into the back room," I said, throwing death stares at Lola. Harry walked behind the counter and in the back room that Zayn and I had too much fun in. "What do you want?" 

"Clara I want, no I need to, apologize," he said. 

"Go ahead," I said as I crossed my arms. 

"I know that I treated you like shit back in school and that I was the biggest asshole on the face of this planet. You never deserved all those horrible things that I did to you. I'm so sorry about the past, I'm sorry for all the hell I'm putting you through now." 

"You finished?" I said. 

"No," he said. "I want to show you my apology." 

"You want to show me?" 

He took hold of my hand and unfolded my crossed arms. "Please." 

"Ugh, alright," I said and he kept hold of my hand as he took me back at into the shop and I shared some glances with the girls and then left. 

I watched as our fingers intertwined, and then stopped as Harry opened a door. My door. To my flat. 

"What the hell?" I looked at him. He just smiled at me as we entered my house and he closed the door behind me. 

We were in complete darkness, until he flipped the switch and the lights illuminated the room. Nothing looked different until I looked down on my floor, and saw rose petals? 

"You were the one who order fifty-three roses," it hit me. 

"Guilty," he said. 

I looked down once more and noticed a white Sticky Note sticking to the floor. I picked it up and read it allowed, "Follow the petals," the script was in Harry's nice but somewhat rushed writing. 

I followed the path of rose petals until I came across another Sticky Note. "I'm sorry." 

I looked behind me and saw Harry following me with his hands low in his trouser pockets. I continued the path and came across another note, "I have something to say to you." 

I turned around and saw Harry on his knees. He took hold of my hand, "I know this is really cheesy, but Clara no matter how many times I apologize it will never be enough. I'm sorry for all the stupid, ridiculous, and cruel things I have done and I deserve the name as the world's biggest dick. Please, please, please forgive me and I didn't lie when I told you I loved you. I truly do, and I would kill myself if I would ever lay a hand on you again that wasn't in a passionate way."

He stood up and looked down to me right into my eyes. "I'm so so so so--."

"Shut up," I said and pulled him down to me. I don't know why I did it. Maybe it was the way his eyes tore into mine or the way his lips looked. I wanted to know, I wanted to remember the way his lips tasted. 

Now his lips kissed my mouth and he picked me up into his arms as my legs wrapped around his hips. He carried me into my room and dropped me onto my bed. I tore at his tee shirt, pulling it over his head. He pulled at my dress and within minutes we were looking into each other's eyes, completely naked, and breathless. 

"Do it," I breathed. Harry's eyes never left mine as he pushed himself into me. 

I gasped at his size and he waited for me to adjust until he pulled in and out. My nails dug into his skin as he dropped onto his back and pulled me on top of him, allowing himself to fall deeper inside of me. My hands, spread out, on his chest as we moved in rhythm. 

As I was about to come, he sat up and pulled me close to him. Kissing my neck as he thrust once more inside of me and my head dropped back as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. He dropped back down onto the bed and I lay over top of him, my head laying on his chest. 

His fingers moved up and down my back as I was left to my thoughts. My eyes closed slowly, as I remembered that less than twenty-four hours ago Zayn was laying where Harry now lay. 

Please don't call me a slut...I'm just confused. Harry was unpredictable as Zayn was loving. 

I think I love them both...but I'm not sure who I would choose in the end. 

I knew Zayn would be there for me.

Would Harry be there? Be there when I needed him the most. Kiss me when I felt alone, and wipe away my tears like Zayn? One part of me wanted Zayn while the other part wanted Harry. 

I knew I would have to choose a path soon, and one of these boys was going to be heartbroken. 

I don't think I could handle seeing any of them hurt. 

This was going to be so hard. Choosing one.

Choosing Harry?

Choosing Zayn?

I don't know. 

Thanks for reading! You guys are so crazy over this story! I LOVE IT!!! I told you Harry was going to get back in this story!! The worse thing is that he doesn't know about Zayn and Clara!! SECRETS! 

Anywho, thanks for reading, commenting, liking and adding to your favorites! Love you all my readers!

Much love, Morgan .xx

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