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?


24. Hello And Goodbye

There's some major time skipping in this chapter and some dirty things..yup thought I'd warn ya :)

 One Week Later

"Clara," said Harry as he placed his hands on my shoulders. "I don't think we should." 

I pushed myself closer to him pulling his beanie from his hair. I finally knew what Dr. Burns was talking about. My hormones were raging and I was turned on with everything. Zayn was spending the day in London and Harry and I were home alone. I was heading back to London tomorrow, using today to pack, but I just couldn't stay focused anymore. 

"What are you talking about," I said as I dropped his beanie to the floor and started to unbutton his shirt. 

"Um, you're pregnant," he said, holding onto my wrists. 

"Doctor said it was okay," I breathed the words.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Please just fuck me already," I cried, and after he focused on my eyes it registered that I wasn't lying. 

Then he pulled me close, wrapping my arms around his neck, he pressed his lips to mine and I moaned. He picked me up and my legs went around his hips as he carried me up the stairs. He placed me onto the bed and started to undress me, his lips never leaving mine. 

"Fuck me," I said as I unbuttoned his jeans. 

"Someone's eager." 

"You have no idea," I said as he stepped out of jeans and lowered mine to the floor. "Be rough with me."

That made him smirk as he yanked me up on my feet and turned me. My back pressing against his front as he held onto my leg under my knee and pressed himself inside of me from behind. 

"Uh," I moaned at the feeling. This was heaven. Harry started to place kisses on my neck as I let my head fall back onto his shoulder. 

Then he started to thrust hard and fast inside of me. 

One Month Later

"ZAYN!" I yelled to him. We were back in London and I was still staying at Zayn's flat. "ZAYN!"

"What?!" He yelled as he walked out of the bathroom. A towel wrapped around low on his hips. He dragged his fingers through his hair, his tattoos glistening under the water droplets still plastered on his skin. 

"What happened to all the strawberries?" I was dealing with my first craving. Who knew that those red little fruits could make me drive through a mental haven. 

"I didn't get to the store yet," he said, pointing to his towel. "Still wet." 

"I need something sweet, but tart," I said looking back to the refrigerator. I heard his wet footsteps get close to me as he peered at all the different fruits and vegetables with me. 

"Well there's lemons?" 

"No, too sour," I said making a scrunched up face at him. 

He chuckled as we looked back at the food. "Um how about me?" 

I turned my head and a half smile appeared on my lips. "Hmm, well you are kinda of sweet, but I find you more tart." 

"Aw, but I'm sure I taste exactly like those strawberries," he said as he closed the refrigerator door. 

"Well, I guess we'll have to find out," I smirked as I pushed him against the counter. He leaned down and touched my lips with his warm ones. "Mm, you are a little sweet," I smiled against his lips. 

His tongue dragged along my bottom lip and I granted entrance. He put his hands on my waist as we begun to turn so I was against the counter. He lifted me and placed me onto of the hard linoleum.

He pulled the fabric covering my sensitive area and now my most wet area. I yanked the towel from his waist, and I looked up into his eyes telling him that I wanted him. Instead of entering me he placed a finger inside of me, and my head fell back laying on the wooden cabinets. 

"You fucking tease," I moaned and as I did he placed another finger inside of me. "Fuck." 

He continued to push his fingers in and out of me, making me come closer to my climax. As he felt my walls tightened he pulled his fingers out. 

"Oh, I'm going to kill you," I smirked at him as I pulled him closer and kissed his soft lips. That's when he entered me. He pulled on my legs making me come closer to him and then let me wrap my legs around his waist as he thrust in and out of me. 

My fingers intertwined with the strands of his dark damp hair as our tongues moved together. That's how we continued, making love in the midst of Zayn's kitchen. 


Zayn and I walked down the almost empty sidewalk. We were making jokes and laughing when I noticed someone. 

"Niall?" I said. 

"What?" Zayn looked at me and I pointed at the blonde-haired boy inside a restaurant. He was laughing and drinking some type of wine. "Who's he with?"

"I'm not sure. Should we snoop? Spy version?"

"Well, I am James Bond," he jokingly said and I laughed. We entered the restaurant and when the hostess asked us about a table we just walked passed her and stopped at vacant table. A waitress passed us with two menus and Zayn quickly grabbed them, giving one to me so we could hide our faces. 

We glanced over our menus and looked back at Niall. 

"Holy shit," I said. 

"Whoa," said Zayn. 

We watched as Niall paid for the meal and they were soon getting up from the table. 

"Fuck," we said together as we looked down at our menus. They were going to walk behind me and I used my hair to cover me as much as possible. 

"Good afternoon Zayn," said Niall.

"Hello, Clara," said Lola. 

We both looked up from our menus and faked a smile. "Hey guys," I said. 

"What are you two doing here?" Zayn asked like an idiot. 

"Niall's been working around the shop with me," said Lola. 

"Aw, thanks Niall," I said. 

"No problem," he said. "We haven't seen you for a couple months." 

I stood up from my seat, and Lola gasped with joy and Niall's eyes grew wide. 

"Oh my gosh, Clara!" She screeched. "When?"

"I'm two months," I said as I placed my arm around Lola's and pulled her to the restaurant door. 

"The child, it's Zayn's right?" 

My face dropped, "I'm not sure."

"Clara," she started. 

"I know, please don't give me another lecture. I'm going to find out after the baby is born," I looked behind me at Zayn and Niall talking as they followed us. "Tell me, what's going on with you and Niall?" 

"Oh, nothing," she tried to cover the smile that appeared on her lips but the blush on her cheeks denied her. 

"Come on," I jokingly let my hip hit hers. 

"Alright," she said. "We've been...talking for a couple of weeks."


"Yea and last night he spent the night," she finished. 

"Oh my gosh...and?" 

"It was amazing," she said as she rolled her blue eyes. "Best. Sex. Ever." 

We smiled, "Better than John?"

John was her ex. "John who?" 

Then we started to laugh. So things were changing. Niall and Lola. Zayn and I. 

Harry and I. Yeah I still haven't chose yet. I'm more worried about satisfying my cravings, settling my hormones, and waiting for this baby to come. 

7 Months Later

I had to admit being pregnant was horrible. I have grown to the size of a balloon, my back always hurt. I was eating three cartons of strawberries a day and forget about sex. I was so fucking miserable to even get up in the morning. 

My due date was next week and I couldn't wait for this kid to get out of me. I was in the kitchen making pancakes, because they went along with my new craving and that's when it hit me. A puddle of water rushed down to the floor. 

"Zayn!" I screamed his name and he was soon by my side. "My water just broke. My w-water just b-broke." 

I was stuttering...really badly too. 

He placed his arm around my waist, "Let's get to the hospital." 

"Is everything ready? You need to call the boys and Lola. I need her. Oh don't forget my brother," I started, talking way to fast.

"Clara, everything will be alright," he said as he reached for the backpack off the floor and threw it onto his shoulder. He helped down to the front door and that's when we were attacked my flashes. "Fuck," he said. "I'll call Paul if we need security."

"No, I can't wait!" I almost yelled and surprisingly the cameras stopped flashing. 

"Get out of the way," said a pap as he started to push people away. 

Once Zayn's car was in reach he opened the door for us and Zayn thanked him. 

"No problem," he said. "I have a wife and three kids, I know what you're going through."

A wave of pain hit and I let out a small scream.

"You better get her to the hospital. That baby is coming," he said. 

"Thank again," said Zayn. 

We made our way to the hospital and I was put into a room. Everything was going so fast and Zayn left for a couple minutes to call everyone. I was put in a hospital gown and the pain was growing worse by the minute. 

Zayn walked back into the room and held onto my hand, "I called everyone. They should be here soon. Harry and Caspar are the furthest away and they will probably be here the soonest." 

I giggled at his comment before another rush of pain overwhelmed me. I could hear Zayn whispering, "Shh," throughout the pain helping me relax. Once the pain resided I spoke to him, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you," I looked at him, our eyes locking. 

"Clara," he started. "I want you to know that no matter what the outcome of this whole experience is; I will never blame you for anything. Just like if the child is Harry's I will still love him/her with all my heart. I will always love you." 

Ten minutes later Lola was there and by my side. Niall refused to come in...figures. Hey, he's sensitive! Liam arrived later and finally Harry and Caspar arrived. Harry rushed into the room and made sure I was alright.

After convincing him that I was, he took Zayn's place as he went to go talk to the rest of the boys. 

"You okay, love?" Harry asked as my teeth crushed together and my eyes shut. I almost screamed at the agony, and squeezing Lola's hand and Harry's hand so tight that I was pretty sure they lost circulation. 

"So, Ms Clara are we ready to have ourselves a baby?" Dr. Burns walked into the room with nurses and continued to get everything set up. 

"Clara?" A nurse asked. "You can have three people in the room with you."

"Where's Zayn?" I spoke and Lola soon left my side and went to get him. Harry's hand stayed in my left hand and Zayn replaced Lola's hand in my right. 

"Ready?" Dr. Burns was ready so I guess I better be too. "Push, Clara." 

I did as he told me. My hands squeezing Harry and Zayn's hands. The pain was atrocious, and I wanted nothing more than to literally just scream my lungs out. And that's what I did. I screamed to the pain. 

Until I heard a faint cry. I sweating as my hair stuck to my face and I let my head fall back.

"You did it," said Zayn as he smiled down at me.

"I love you," said Harry.

I smiled faintly then all I remember was a black oblivion with my child crying, taking it's first breath, leaving me. 


Aww I find this chapter actually kinda sad. Even though it's mostly filled with smut... Anyway, what do think's gonna happen to Clara? 

ps This story is almost's alright you can cry :( I'm planning on maybe two-three chapters left. 

pss Did you notice that I used the prologue when Clara was talking to Zayn in the hospital?...I'm just that good :)

Thanks for reading, posting comments and liking!!! 

Much love, Morgan .xx

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