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?


5. Falling In Love With My Victim

"I got it!" Harry and I were sitting on my sofa. I glanced at my watch: two in the morning. We spent the last four hours trying to agree on a story. 


"We were childhood--."


"You didn't let me finish! Fine, why don't we just tell them the truth." 

My eyes grew wide, "What?" 

"Okay not the entire truth, just sugar coat it. We knew each other in school, but never got along. Now we are older and are following the path of love." 

"Ugh," I let my head fall back. "That's so cheesy." 

"You wanna be known as my prostitute? I'm sure I can make an even more convincing story."

"Then I'll kill you."

"Good, then we are agreed. We won't tell paparazzi, we'll let them guess and we'll confirm or deny the rumors." 

"I don't like doing this," I said. 

He got up from the sofa and headed for the door. "It will be fun," he said as he looked through the door's peephole. "The coast is clear. I'll see you tomorrow morning, girlfriend."

"Please don't call me that." I got up from the sofa as well. 

"Alright, Clara Bear," he kissed the side of my cheek. 

"That's not any better," I said. "It also doesn't rhyme."

He smiled, "You like it." 

"Leave Styles," I said and he smiled as he left my house and got into his Audi. I leaned against my door as he left. I looked once more and saw paparazzi hiding in the bushes across the street. 

"Liar," I muttered then turned back into my house and closed the door behind me. 


"Morning, ladies," I said as I walked into the shop. 

"Morning Clara," said Lola. 

"Or should we say Harry's Girlfriend," said Annabelle. 

"Wha--," I didn't get to ask because a magazine was slapped down in front of me. Picture by picture of Harry and I outside then walking into my house. 

"So what happened last night?" Lola asked. 

"Nothing." Total lie. I walked around the counter and into the back room. I could feel Lola's presence following me. "What Lola?" 

She closed the curtain fabric that separated us from the shop. "Last night wasn't nothing," she started. "What's the truth?" 

"We went to dinner," I could feel a small smile appear on my lips. "At Skylon."

"Your dream restaurant?!" 

I nodded. "He dropped me off at my house but we had a run in with the paparazzi. Harry said that it would be better to create a story for us."

"What do you mean?"

"The paparazzi think we are dating but we aren't." 

"That's how it all starts," she sat down on a stool and started to cut red roses, obviously for Harry's morning order. 

"What are you talking about?"

"You start a fake relationship then you find yourself really falling in love with each other."

"There's only one problem," I said. "We hate each other." 

"You hate him. Did Harry every say he hated you?" 

"No," I muttered. Damn it. I could be falling right into Harry's plan. What plan? I have no idea. It's just like back in school, though. He's going to pretend to love me and I will really fall in love with him. Then he'll leave me brokenhearted. 

This is all just some type of prank. 

I heard the bell chime on the front door. 

"Good morning," the familiar Holmes Chapel accent rang through the store.

"Hi Harry," I could hear every girl say at once.

I reached for the bouquet of roses as Lola just finished tying the baby blue ribbon around the stems. I opened the curtain and handed him the bouquet. 

"There you go, now get out," I said as he stared at me. 

"Um, what's wrong?" He asked me. 

I lowered my voice. "I don't what you are trying to do. I'm not the same girl back in school. I'm not some prank you can laugh at." 

"Clara, I'm not playing a prank," he said. "Can we talk?" 

"Go ahead, let everyone know of your plan." 

"Ugh. In private?" His eyes connected with mine and I couldn't believe that I gave in. 

"Fine," he walked around the counter and into the back room. I closed the curtain behind us. "Harry I mean it--." 

I couldn't finish, because Harry's lips were over top mine. His hand gently landed on my neck, supporting me. His soft lips, I still could taste his tea from this morning. After a couple minutes he lifted his lips from mine. 

"Whoa," I muttered as I slowly opened my eyes. 

"This is what I've been trying to tell you." 

"I don't understand," I said. 

"Back in school...I was a jerk I have to admit. All those horrible things I did to you. I can't believe it myself...but for some reason I have fallen in love with my victim. I can't explain it, but in lesser words, Clara Elyssa, I love you. No matter what I do I can't walk away, I can't lie to myself, because I don't think I'll ever stop loving you." 

My words tangled in my mouth, but I managed to get one word out, "Morning." 

"I come here every morning because I can't stay away. I have to see you." 

"" A tear escaped from my eye and he took his thumb and rubbed it away. He hands supported my neck as I looked up at him. 

"Yes," he said. 

"This is bizarre," I muttered. 

He chuckled, "Yea I know." 

"Like a fairy tale." 

"I'm in love with you and all your little things."

I smiled up at him. "We haven't even had this fake relationship for twenty four hours and now it made us official." 

"Wait, official? You'll be my girlfriend?" 

"A princess needs her prince." 

"I always looked good in shining armor." 

I started to giggle but I was stopped with his lips once more. "You really need to stop with these surprise kisses," I said once he ended the kiss. 

"I won't promise anything." 


"Breaking news! Harry Styles has seem to find himself a girl? Who is she? Supposedly she owns a flower shop in Chelsea, but no other information could be found. She's just a normal girl, not a celebrity. So this is a big step for the One Direction cutie. But we want to know what every other girl in the world wants to know. Has Harry found true love? This is Rebecca Garcia at Celebrity UK, keeping you updated with all the celebrity gossip." 

I turned off the television. They don't know. They don't need to know. 

Because it is none of there damned business. 

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