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?


6. Do Not Tell One Direction

"Harry you cannot tell them," I said to him as we made our way across the busy street of London. Since the news of me being Harry's girlfriend got out I've had to go almost everywhere with him.

Not that I wanted too, but management made me. See, this is why I didn't like Harry. Not just what he made me go through in school but his lifestyle. Living with paparazzi breathing down your neck. 

He took hold of my hand as we got to the other side of the street and entered a restaurant. 

"Why can't I tell them? They are my best mates," he said as he helped me take off my coat then he gave both our coats to a man who placed them in a back room. 

"This relationship is supposed to be fake," I said as he took hold of my hand again and walked me to our table. 

"I know, but they should at least know." 

I looked ahead and saw he was heading to a table that contained the rest of One Direction. 

"Clara!" They all said at once as they noticed us. 

"Harry, I thought this was just going to be us," I said through clenched teeth.

"They wanted to meet my new girl," he smiled. 

"I hate you."

He bent down so he was close to my ear, "I'll make it up to you. Tonight." 

"You're so smooth," I said up to him then he pulled out a chair for me and I sat down. Louis was sitting on one side of me with Harry on the other. 

"So how did Harry do it?" Liam asked as he leaned on the table like a little kid. "How did he convince you to be his girl?" 

"Yea, he's not that good looking," said Louis and Harry reached behind me and slapped his arm. 

"I don't know," I said. "I guess he just was nice and we had a fun night." 

"Fun?" Louis questioned. 

"We went to Skylon," said Harry. "You pervert." 

"This is going to be a long night," I muttered. 

And it was. 


"Clara, grow up," Harry said to me. 

"Do not tell me to grow up, Harry Styles! I just sat through a three hour dinner with five of the world's worst children." 

We were back in my apartment and Harry and I were having our first heated argument. 

"We are not children," he slammed his fist on the counter. 

"You lie to me and tell me it was only going to be us. What really happens is I spend the night with your band." 

"They are my best mates."

"Yea whatever. This is exactly why I didn't want this relationship. I can't live with them!"

"I never asked you too!" 

"But I am, Harry! A relationship with you is a relationship with One Direction." 

"I never knew you thought about it that way," he said as he sat down at my dining table. 

I exhaled. "All I'm asking is that they don't know about the true us. It will just cause more confusion. They only need to know what management and magazines tell them. We'll be a secret," I said. 


"They don't know about us. They don't need to know."

"But I want to tell the world that your mine." 

"Damn, what I would do if I heard those words back in school." 

He got up from his seat and walked over to me. He placed his hands on my waist. "I'm so sorry," he whispered as our foreheads touched. "I was thinking of only myself." 

"Harry you don't have to blame yourself for everything." 

"I know," he said. "I know." 

We stood like that for moments. My hands on his shoulders as his hands were on my waist. Our foreheads touching. Everything was silent except for the sound of our breathing. 


My eyes started to close at the peacefulness. 

"Clara," he whispered. 


"I love you." 

My eyes slowly started to open. "I love you."

I don't know why I said it. This was all going so fast. I should have never opened my mouth and said those three words that contain so much meaning. But I did. 

I'm so stupid. 

Now I'm at war with myself. 

"I promise I won't tell them," he said. 

I smiled. At least that was one thing I didn't need to worry about. 

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