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?


20. Deeply...

I lay all the tests out on the bathroom counter. Twenty-four tests. I opened the door and Zayn walked in, his arm traveled around my waist. 

"Fifteen minutes," I say to him and he nods as his eyes stay glued to the white sticks. Within moments we looked down and saw some of them turning colors, producing faces, or plus/negative signs. 

"What does this mean?" Zayn pointed to one that was turning red. 

"I'm not sure," I said as I reached for the box that test belonged to and pulled out the directions. I looked at the different symbols and saw red meant, "Positive." 

"Alright, one positive," he said. "This one?" 

I took out another set of directions, "Positive." 

"Two," he said. We went down the line of tests and Zayn kept track. "Sixteen positive. Eight negative. Are you sure these things work?"

"I guess so, but the only way to really know is to go see a doctor," I looked up at him as he looked down at me. 

"We need to make sure, before any of this leaks out into the press," he said. 

"You think that would happen?" 

"It's bound to happen. Someone probably saw us and a lot of people know my flat. I give it a couple of days that's why we need to make sure."

"Alright," I started. "I'll go call the doctor." I left the bathroom and walked out into his kitchen and dialed the phone number of the doctor's office I have gone to since I was little. "Hello? Connie?"

"Clara Elyssa?!"

"Yes," I said to Connie the receptionist. 

"It has been a long time! You still live in Holmes Chapel?"

"No, I live in Chelsea now."

"City girl," she said. "What can I do for you love?" 

"I need an appointment with Dr. Burns," I started. "It's urgent." 

"Are you alright?" She sounded alarmed. 

"Yes," I breathed. "I just need some confirmation." 

"Darling, I would love to help but I need to know the reason for the appointment," Connie said. 

"I think...I pregnant," I finally just spit it out. 

"Are you sure?" 

"I took twenty-four pregnancy tests," I said as Zayn walked into the kitchen with his arms crossed. He sat down on one of the bar stools as I continued to talk to Connie. "Sixteen positive. Eight negative." 

"Well the only real way to know if you are is if you take a blood test," she said. "You can come in anytime for that, but Dr. Burns will want to see you when the results come in. It's too early for an ultrasound. Have you gotten morning sickness, headaches, dizziness?" 

"Morning sickness all throughout the day. Nothing else."

"Alright," she said. "Come in when ever you can and we'll do the test. If you start feeling any new symptoms come in immediately. I can't wait to see you back in Holmes Chapel."

"Thanks Connie," I said as I hung up the phone and looked at Zayn's drooping eyes. "I need to go into the doctor for a pregnancy test."

"Let's go," he said as he picked up his car keys and I placed my hand over his arm. He stopped and looked up at me. 

"Zayn," I started. "My doctor is in Holmes Chapel."

"What?" His eyes narrowed. 

"My family lives there. My mother, father, and I were the first to leave Holmes Chapel when I was young." 

"Clara," he shook his head and then looked back into my eyes. His chocolate irises reaching into mine, "Harry's back home in Holmes Chapel." 

"How do you know? We haven't talked to him in weeks." 

"Liam tells me what's going with him."

"You could have a least told me about these secret meetings."

"Secret meetings? Clara this better be your hormones acting up. What has gotten into you? You know I always talk with the rest of the boys. Even though Harry and I have arguments I still have a band to be part of, and therefore songs to sing and albums to sell." 

"Whatever, let's just go," I said as I reached for my coat.

"What if we see Harry?" 

"We won't," I said up at him as he stepped off the bar stool and closer to me. "We go to Holmes Chapels get our answers and leave. I'm going." 

I pulled my coat on and tightened my scarf around my neck. I opened the front door and with Zayn following me I got into the passenger's side and Zayn got into the driver's side. Then we started on our three hour trip to Holmes Chapel, the one place I never wanted to go back. Just because it held so many dark memories; memories I didn't want to relive. 


"Over there," I said pointing to a small doctor's office on the left side of the road. Zayn pulled into the parking lot and because Holmes Chapel was the home of Harry Styles we placed beanies over our heads and dark sunglasses over our eyes. 

Paps love staying in suburban areas, celebrities hometowns, so they can get the most intimate of pictures. 

We got out of the car and entered the office. 

"Clara!" Connie stood up behind her desk and reached out for a hug. 

"Hi Connie," I said as I hugged her. 

"So is this the lucky guy?" She looked Zayn up and down. 

He shifted uncomfortably on his heels as I put my arm around his arm, "Yes. Connie, this is Zayn. Zayn, Connie." 

"Hello," he said in his deep musky voice. Ugh I just wanted to jump on him right there. His Bradford accent dripping off his tongue like syrup.

"Hello, Zayn are you excited about the news?!" 

He swallowed hard and I tightened my grip around him. He wasn't used to this. This wasn't his element. It was hard for him, hard  for me. I wish this had never happened. I wish I was back home with Zayn, snuggled under the covers with his arms wrapped around me. My naked back pressed against his bare front. 

"We are both nervous," I say. "Let's just get this over with." 

"Very well," said Connie. "Clara, follow me." 

I held onto Zayn's hand as I dragged him with me. We went into a room and I sat down on a plastic chair as Connie readied my arm. I never let go of Zayn's hand as he stood beside me. This is what I loved about him. He never left my side and I never wanted him to go. 


I looked at Connie and nodded as she slowly entered the needle into my skin in the crook of my elbow. I watched as my blood flowed from the need through the small vein cord and into a clear bottle. 

"All done," she said as she undid the plastic band around my arm. She placed a sticky bandage over the needle and pulled out the metal stick. "Results should be back tomorrow afternoon. You two staying in town?"

"No," I said. 

"Well I didn't want you to make double trips," she said. "Dr. Burns will want to have an appointment with you if your tests come back positive."

"We'll stay," said Zayn. My head shot up to look into his eyes. What about Harry? 

Was he even thinking straight? 

"Good then leave your number and we'll call you as soon as the results come back," she said. "Good luck."

"Thanks," Zayn and I said at once. 


I got into the car and as I was buckling my seat belt, I was fuming. "What the hell is the matter with you?" 

"Holmes Chapel is a three hour drive," he said. 

"Then I'll get a doctor in London," I said. 

"No, these people know you. We'll stay here," he said. 

"What about Harry?" 

Zayn started the car and started to pull out of the parking lot. "We'll have to deal with that when the time comes," he said. 

"Ugh. Where are we gonna stay?"

"You said you have family here," he said. "We'll stay with one of them."

"That's if he still lives here," I muttered.


"My brother," I said. "I don't tell people about him. My dad and him got in a big argument when we were younger and he ended up leaving and living with my grandmother. His house should be up the road here." 

Zayn reached for my hand, "Clara, you can tell me anything. You know that right?" He pulled my hand up and kissed my fingers.

"I'm so deep in love with you," I said as I smiled. "Oh, right here." 

He pulled into the driveway, and turned off the car. The name 'Elyssa' was still printed on the mailbox and his car was still here. 

We walked up the front door and after Zayn knocked I looked up at him. "One more thing," I said to him as he looked down at me. "My brother, he's--."

The door opened and there stood my brother. 

"Whoa," said Zayn. 

"Hi Caspar," I smiled at my brother. 

"Clara? Who's this?" 

"Caspar, this is Zayn. Zayn this is Caspar my twin brother." 

Zayn's POV

I looked from Clara to the guy standing in front of me. They both had the same colored hair, eyes, and even their noses were shaped the same. 

"Zayn," said Caspar. "Wait, you're in that boy band."

I let my hand out for him to shake, "Zayn Malik, and yes I'm in that boy band. One Direction." 

"Why are you here?" He looked from me to Clara. 

"We need to talk, but can we stay the night here?" She asked him. 

"Of course, you didn't bring our mother did you?"

"No!" She laughed. 

"Good because I don't need her to know all of my little secrets," he said. "Come in."

We walked into his warm house, still semi decorated from Christmas. "Secrets?" Clara asked as she took her coat off and handed it to her brother. 


"Hello," a girl appeared and entered the foyer. "Zayn?" 

"Gemma?!" I looked at Harry's sister. 

"Zayn! What are you doing here?"

I hugged her, "I'm here with Clara, Caspar's sister." 

"Oh I have known of Clara since we were little." She said. 

I looked at Clara and my smile dropped. "What?"

She looked at her brother. "Where's Harry?" She breathed the words, and from that moment I knew we were both in deep shit. 

WHEW! LONGGG chapter!!!!! Took me all day to do!! I hope you enjoyed! 

Please comment, like and favorite! 

Much love, Morgan .xx

ps SHOUT OUT TO @Those5Homosexuals Who commented on my past couple of chapters. You are a smart cookie! Thanks for you comments babe xx

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