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?


28. Epilogue

Eighteen Years Later

"James, come on!" I spoke through my teeth literally trying to yell at him. We were trying to climb out my bedroom window which led to the trellis which led to the ground. 

"Leesi, I don't think this is a good idea," he said. 

"It didn't stop you before," I smirked at him. 

"What if Mom or Dad find out?" 

"Lola and Niall won't find out," I reassured him. I haven't called Lola and Niall, mom and dad since I found out on my own that they weren't my real parents. I stumbled across my birth certificate when I went to go get a passport behind their backs. 

Yea I spend the weekends in France, and tell them that I'm staying at a friend's house. Niall never knows that I steal his credit card for big purchases, and if he does know than I'm in deep shit. We all live in the biggest house in a gated community in the suburban part of L.A. And at night I sneak out to all the over twenty-one clubs even though I'm only eighteen. 

Lola calls me a hell child, I call myself resourceful. I never asked how we all live in luxury, but Niall says it all has to do from his past career. Supposedly he was in a huge boy band before I was born. I didn't ask, boy bands are so ten years ago. 

"Leesi I don't know," he said. James was the son of Niall and Lola and only a year younger than me. He was my best friend and sometime between my eleventh and twelfth birthday our whole relationship turned around when he placed a kiss on my lips.

A month later I found out about my real parents and James and I started to love each other in secret. Lola and Niall would never approve of us. I've always wanted to live with my real parents, who must still live in England, because my birth certificate says I was born in London. 

Anyway back to reality, I place a kiss over James' lips like what he did to me that first time years ago. A smile appeared and I knew he was ready to face the world. 

"What about now Mr. Horan?" I mirrored his smile. 

"Let's go," he said and I begun to climb out the window. "Are you trying to get laid tonight?" 

He said down to me, obviously noting my tight dress with a low cut front and back. I smiled back up at him, "Only if you're the one ripping my clothes off." 

He let one eyebrow rise, the famous eyebrow raise that he inherited from Niall. "Is that a promise?" 

"You wish," I teased. "Now get your ass down here."

He stepped out the window and he was soon touching the ground. He kept fixing his clothing, brushing off dirt and whatever else.

"Stop it you look fine," he grabbed onto his shirt. "Come on."

"Your not going anywhere," the house lights turned on and we were greeted by Niall and Lola. 

"Fuck," I muttered. 

I glanced at James and saw him drag his fingers through his dark mop of hair, making another Niall similarity. Who would have thought Niall's hair was once blond? I never saw it. Anyways, James always did that when he was nervous or in our case, caught. 

"James. House. Now," said Niall. 

He walked towards the house with his head down. I started to follow him, but was stopped. 

"Not you Leesi," said Lola. 

"Someone's here to see you," said Niall. 

I crossed my arms, "At two in the morning?" 

"Well where they are from it's seven in the morning," he said with a small smile. 

It hit me. Five hours ahead. England. Parents. I searched my memory for the names on my birth certificate. "Clara? Harry?" 

"That's where we need to talk," said Lola. 

I followed them into the house and they let me sit at the table. I pulled my long dark hair to one side over my shoulder and let the chandelier above the table light up my olive skin. 

"Hi Leesi, I'm--." 

"Dad," I said to the middle-aged man who still had a full head of curly hair. 

"How I've waited to hear those words from you," he said as he sat down at the table across from me. "Niall was right to call me."

"He called you?" I looked at Niall as he shifted uncomfortably on his heels. 

"Your actions have been uncalled for. Sneaking out a night, coming home hungover, it's ridiculous." He said to me. 

"I guess we can blame the bad boy attitude for that," said Harry, the father I have ever known. "Bradford is still a big part of him." 

"What's going on?" I asked. Harry Styles, Bradford? No, I thought he lived in Holmes Chapel. That's what I was told anyway.

Harry looked back at me. I didn't see him in me, I didn't see that connected gene. "First, I would like for you to come back to England with me." 

My mouth dropped. "Me? Go to England?" My first thought was that Niall found about my little trips to France.

"Yes, of course you would stay at my flat in London--."

"Harry," started Niall.

He stopped and glanced at Niall before continuing, "Or you can stay in Bradford."

I was taken aback. "What do you mean? Why would I go to Bradford?"

"Hello Leesi," a voice came from behind me. I turned in my seat and looked at a person that I have seen in my dreams so many times. Someone I died to meet.

His hair color matched mine, his skin color was the same shade as mine. "Dad?"

"Hello, darling." 


Just for you all I updated the epilogue. For The Love Of Clara is currently 3rd on Movellas Fanfiction!!! Thanks everyone!! I hope you enjoyed FTLOC! I'll be uploading the 'Thank You', something something about the sequel and a special request :) 

MUCH LOVE, Morgan xx

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