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?

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11. Getting Dirty

I'll be continuing Zayn's POV :)

I followed Clara down the street and she took out a key and placed it in a door. I looked at the sign and it read: James' Flowers. She opened the door and smiled up at me as I walked past her and into the closed store. She closed the door behind and I looked back at her. 

"Follow me," she said. 

I followed her through to the back of the building. I entered a building filled with flowers and plants, my eyes drifting away from Clara.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to face her. She wrapped her hand in my shirt and pulled me down to her. Our lips connecting as her hands pushed back my jacket. My hands went to her waist and I pulled her close. 

Then a cold substance hit the side of my neck. 

"Oops," she said against my lips. She backed up and waved her hand that was covered in dirt. She threw dirt at me. 

"Oh no you didn't," I said and bent down to pick up a handful of dirt. I slid my jacket off and let it drop to the floor. I stood back up and pile of dirt landed on my chest staining my white shirt. I looked up and saw her smiling. I crouched down, letting the flowers to be my camouflage.

I could see her feet and when I saw her stop I stood up and threw my ammo at her. The dirt hit her back and she turned around with her mouth agape. She walked through the flowers and stopped right in front of me. I was too busy looking into her eyes that I didn't see her hand come up and drop a pile of dirt on my head. 

My eyes closed as some of the pieces ran down my face. She was laughing and I took hold of her waist. She was surprised and soon became unbalanced. I tried to help her but it didn't work and we were soon both on the floor. 

She rolled onto her back and took me with her. I was over top of her and soon I leaned in for a kiss. Her lips pressed against mine and I could taste the minerals as I deepened the kiss and let our tongues dance together. Her hand was spread wide on my chest as her fingertips dug into my skin. 

This was incredible.

She was incredible. 

I pulled away and let my dirt covered thumb run along the side of her face, leaving a line of dirt from her lips to her ear. In any other moment we would be laughing but this was different. 

We were serious. 

We both wanted something we couldn't have. 

We wanted each other. 

"Zayn?" She whispered. 

"Mm?" 

"Can I ask for another favor?"

"Of course." 

"We can't tell anyone about us." 

"I know," I whispered as I looked from her lips to her eyes. 

"Because I don't know what I would do if they took me away from you." 

"They would never do that," I said. 

"Harry would make our life a living hell." 

"He'll get over it." I said and I knew from right there that we would have hell to pay if Harry would find out. 

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"Good morning, you two."

Clara and I woke up. I took in my surroundings, we never left the greenhouse. 

"Hey Lola," said Clara, then her eyes widened. "Shit." 

"Yeah, you both better get home and clean up," said Lola. 

I looked at Clara and saw the dirt stains all over her skin. I wonder what I look like. 

We both stood up and I took my jacket from the floor as I followed Clara out of the shop. 

"We look like a bunch of hobos," she said. 

I put my arm around her waist. "Oh well," I said. "People of Chelsea need a bit of excitement." 

When we got to her house she opened her door, "See ya soon," I said. 

"Aren't you coming in?" She asked me. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Come on," she pulled my jacket and I was brought inside. She pressed her lips against mine, then smiled. "That was some night." 

"We have the stains to prove it too," I smiled. 

She laughed, "I'm going to get in the shower. There's a guest bathroom around the corner. You can hand me your clothing and I'll put it in the laundry." 

I threw my jacket over her couch then walked to the bathroom. I undressed and handed her my clothing, then I closed the door and started the water. 

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I got out of the shower and after running the towel through my hair I wrapped the towel around my hips. I opened the door letting all the steam exit the room. I walked out into the hallway and we ran right into each other. 

"Ouch," she said as she placed one hand over her forehead and the other hand held onto her towel. 

"Sorry," I said. 

So here we were. 

In the hallway.

Dirtless. 

And in towels. 

"It's alright," her words drifted at the end as her eyes went from my eyes and downwards to my chest.

I reached out and took hold of her waist pulling her to me. Her hands stopped on my chest as she looked up at me. I bent down and kissed her pink lips that were now warm from the shower. I started to continue my path across her jaw and down to her neck. 

Her fingers digging into my skin as I playfully bit her skin and she moaned as I touched her most sensitive spot below her ear. 

I wanted to rip the towel off her and pull her into bed but we were stopped short. 

"Clara!" There was knocking on her front door, and we both froze. "Clara, it's Harry! Let me in!" 

"Fuck," we both said together. 

"You're clothing is in the dryer," she said. "Then go out the back door. I'll keep him occupied." 

"Clara, he's drunk," I said. 

"I'll be alright. Now go," she said. 

I nodded, "Bye," I said and quickly pressed my lips once more to hers. 

"Clara!" Harry yelled again.

"Hold on!" She yelled at the door and then I soon could hear her opening the door. "I just got out of the shower. Come with me," she said. 

I took my clothing and quickly got dressed, then tip toed across the floor and exited through the back door. I wonder what Harry wanted. 

Knowing him he was still mad and now he was drunk. This was not going to be good. 

Harry.

Alcohol. 

Clara. 

Would she care if I told her that I love her and that I want to protect her. She needs protection. 

Unfortunately she needs protection from my best mate. 

Hello!! So I had a tad bit of writer's block but I seem to overcome it! YESSS!! Everyone enjoying the new One Direction album? I am!

Anyway I saw a lot of you posting either Team Harry or Team Zayn, oh my gosh! I didn't know most of my readers have split into teams!! I LOVE IT! Haha. I already have the ending archived so I'm sure it will leave you all shocked...and wanting the sequel!! 

So thanks again for reading!! Love you all! 

Much love, Morgan .xx

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