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?


21. In Love With You

Are you ready to know the truth about Harry and Clara?! Where it all started? Get ready :)

"Gemma!" A voice came from the kitchen and our heads shot in that direction. "Fajitas are ready!" 

"Coming Harry," said Gemma. 

My hand found Zayn's, and his grasp tightened around mine. I wasn't ready for this. First pregnancy now Harry, this day couldn't get any better. 

"Gemma! Are you com--?!" Harry walked into the foyer and stopped mid-sentence when he saw me. "Clara? Zayn? What are you two doing here?" 

"Family matters," I said keeping my courage. "I should be asking what you are doing here." 

"Whenever I get back from London we hang out with Caspar," said Harry coolly. 

"My brother?" I questioned.

"I'm sorry I didn't know I had to stay away from the entire Elyssa family," he smirked and within one motion I was going after him. 

"I'm going to kill you," I said as Zayn held me back. "What the fuck is your problem? Can't you just leave my bloody family out of your life?" 

"Oh shut it, Clara. You never had control of me and you knew it. I was playing you from the start," he said with confidence.

"You must really have a death wish," said Zayn behind me, still holding onto my arms. "If she doesn't kill you first, I'll make sure to finish you."

Harry rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms. "Aren't you both the cutest lovebirds. Must have been some love affair." 

"What the hell is going on!" My brother yelled, making us all go quiet. 

"Whatever," said Harry and walked back into the kitchen. 

"Clara?" My brother focused on me. 

"Forget it Caspar," I said as I broke free of Zayn's grasp and followed Harry into the kitchen. I knew what was going on. Just like back in school.

"Clara," Zayn was about to go after me but I turned back. 

"Stay here, all of you. This is between Harry and I," I said to them and they nodded as I went back into the kitchen. "Well that was some welcome."

Harry was at the stove top stirring some sauce in a pan. "Go back to London, Clara." 

"You do know that my family is here, so I'll come and go when I please thank you very much." 

"Ugh," he let the spoon dropped in the pan. "What do you want from me?"

"What do I want? Excuse me if I'm wrong, but you were the one who just admitted to have played me this entire time. So Mr. Styles I'm the one who should be asking you what you want from me." 

"I told you what I wanted that day behind your shop," he muttered as he turned and placed his hands behind him and onto the counter. 

My thoughts went back to that day. "You weren't lying to me?" 

"Unfortunately. Clara I never lied to you. Sure I have been the dickless jerk these passed couple of weeks, but I never lied to you when I said that I loved you. Playing you? Yea, possibly, but I just thought you wanted the 'me' from school."


"Clara, c'mon, don't tell me you didn't like the bad boy rep back in school."

"I never said that."

"You moaned my name as I kissed your neck and pleasured you in the girls' lavatory. Or did you forget about that already?" 

I swallowed hard, he was bringing my memories back from the bottom of a dark ocean. Resurfacing all the moments I broke the rules with him. He treated me like an outcast, a public. 

When we were alone, though. 

I was his secret. 

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize Harry walk behind me and move my hair to one side. 

"Like this," he whispered in my ear, bringing me back to reality as his lips touched my neck. I extended my neck giving him more access, as he dragged his tongue up my skin and then whispered again, "How I would glide my fingers inside of you. You pushed me closer to you as you reached your high." 

I was giving in...and quick. 

I turned to him and looked up into his eyes. Bringing me back to that sixteen year old in school. Harry and I had a confusing past. In public we hated each other, but as soon as we were alone in a dark room we were in ecstasy. We promised to tell no one of our secret, and that's why I tell everyone that I begged my mother to move back to Chelsea. It hurt so bad for both of us when I moved back to the city. 

That memory brought me back to that night....

Three Years Ago

"You're leaving?" Harry was sitting on my bed. My mother already went to bed and he climbed through the window to get into my room. 

"Yes," I muttered on the verge of tears. "I don't understand why you are making me do this."

He placed his hand on the side of my face, "People will start to wonder." 

"Does it really matter, Harry? We love each other," I said.

"They don't understand us. They never will. That's why we need to go our separate ways."

"I can't leave you," I cried. 

"Shh," he cooed. "I know, it will be alright. I'll find you, I promise. Wherever you are I will always be there for you. You will always be loved, thought about, and you will always be my Clara."

I cried into his hand. "I'm yours," I breathed as he crushed his lips on mine. I let myself fall onto the bed as he lay over top of me. His lips released from mine and I let my hand glide through his hair as we looked into each other's eyes. "Everything is yours. I want you to be the one to take my virginity." 

He lips gently brushed along mine, "When the time is right, love," he said. 

"I want you now," I breathed. 

"No," he said. "That's what I don't want. I don't want any of us to feel guilty afterwards. I think about making love to you all the time, but in this situation it's just not right." 

"Then touch me," I said and my eyes fell to half moons as he slid his hand up and down my body. I moved against him and then he unbuttoned my jeans and let his fingers slide down. I gasped as he thrust his fingers inside of me, his lips back on my neck as I pulled on his hair, bringing him closer to me. 

Tomorrow I would leave and he would be staying here. We would be separated. 

Tonight, though, I wasn't going to allow that to make anything different. I wanted to feel him, for his fingerprints to be forever imprinted on my skin. 

Three Years Later ~ Harry's POV

The boys and I all sat in a room with lyrics all scattered on the couches and tables. I was a little late because I had to make my quick stop at the flower shop. Clara's playing it well, acting like she hates me. Thank God I convinced Eleanor to order flowers from her shop, so I can go and help Clara with delivering the flowers. My plan was working. 

We would be reunited and it will be like she never left. 

"Boys, come on we need to pick something," said Savan.

Savan wrote a lot of our songs and was our vocal coach on the X Factor. 

Instead of picking songs though we were screwing around. I got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen to get more water. That's when I saw it. The title was perfect. It was Clara and I on a piece of paper. 

I picked up the sheet music and looked at Savan. "Who wrote this?" 

"What song is it?" He looked at me, from over Louis who was doing something stupid. 

"They Don't Know About Us." I said. 

Present Day

"What memory are you reliving?" I looked up at Clara. We were standing on either side of the counter. 

She came back to reality, "Our last night."

"Good memory," I said. "I thought about the moment when I picked a song for our album that made me think of you."

"There's a song on your album about me?" 

"All my solos were about you. Every word I sang was about you." 

"Harry," she breathed. She wanted to tell me something, I knew it, but she wouldn't allow herself to say. 

"What is it?" I stood up straight as she placed a hand over her stomach. 

"I have to tell you something," she said. I moved to the other side of the counter and put my hands on her waist as I looked into her eyes. "Harry, I'm pregnant." 

It was like the floor dropped below my feet, and therefore I fell to the floor and onto my knees. I gently brushed my fingers along her stomach. "Are you sure?" 

"I went to the doctor today, they will confirm tomorrow. I'm pretty sure though," she said. 

I looked at her stomach and pressed my lips against her belly. "Is it mine...or his." I hoped it wasn't Zayn's. I didn't know if I could live with that. 

She bit her bottom lip, which she always did when she was nervous. 

Clara's POV

I bit my bottom lip. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure if it was Zayn or Harry's child that I was carrying. I couldn't disappoint Harry anymore though. 

I loved him from the beginning. I promised myself to him, just like he did to me. 

Zayn forgive me. 

"Yes," I breathed. "She's yours."

His lips grew into a big smile as he stood up. "She?" 

"I have that feeling," I said. 

"I'm so in love with you," he said as he pressed his lips against mine. "I know our relationship has always been on the rocks, but this is our time. We can do this together." He placed a hand over my stomach and smiled. 

"You told him," we looked towards the kitchen door. "Didn't you?" 

"Yes, Zayn," I said. 

"Good then he'll know that the child is mine," said Zayn as he crossed his arms and I saw the anger on Harry's face reappear. 

My mouth dropped. Oh please not again. 

Here we go!! Oh goodness! I wonder what would really happen if a girl did really sleep with two of the boys and ended up pregnant. The press would have a field day! 

Anyway thanks for reading! You guys are amaZAYN and extraordinHARRY!

Much love, Morgan .xx

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