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?


3. James Bond

I awoke to my alarm, like I do every morning. I got home really late last night, after the wedding I came back to the shop and finished up the flowers for Eleanor. After jumping in the shower and washing my hair with a cinnamon shampoo I let my hair air dry. 

I decided on a pair of skinny jeans and a over sized pink sweater. It was February, so everyone was in a Valentine's mood including my shop which was decorated in pink, chocolate, and teddy bears. I grabbed a granola bar and headed out of my flat and to James' Flowers which was the name of my shop.

James was my father and it was dream for him to open a flower shop. He did so when my mother was pregnant with me and he told me that I would run around the garden and roll in the mud. I never believed him though, but he treated flowers like humans. Like they had feelings, emotions, and needed to be happy in order to look pretty. That was my motive, if the flowers were pretty they were happy. 

My dad died three years ago when I sixteen and he left the shop in my hands. We closed the shop and moved to Holmes Chapel to be with my grandparents and that's how I know Harry. I only spent one year of school with him and I was glad to be rid of him and move back to Chelsea. 

My mother said it would just be better if we sold the store but I argued with her and told her I could take care of it. So here I am three years later. Eighteen and have one of the most successful flower stores in England. My dad would be so proud. 

"Good morning, ladies," I said as I walked through the front door of the shop. 

"Morning Clara," they all said. 

"Lola and I will be going to the Calder's home today with the flowers," I said. "It's close to Valentine's Day so it's going to start to get busy again. I need as many people here as possible." 

"Morning," I heard the bell chime and that same voice. 

"Hello Harry," I said as I pushed up the sleeves of my sweater. "Let me guess red roses or are you going in another color today?"

"I'm not here for flowers today," he said. 

My eyes widened. "Then why are you here? Lola and I need to get going."

"That's why I'm here. Elle asked if I could help bring the flowers over to her place." 

"She did, did she?" 

"Yes she did," the glorious smirk appeared on his lips. 

"Fine, then all the flowers are already bound together. We'll put those in the car first." Lola, Harry, and I all walked to the back of the store and started to grab bundles of flowers.

We would put them in vases when we got there. All the flowers fit perfectly in my Porsche. Yes I have a Porsche but don't get too excited. It's a 1960's Porsche that has it's bad days along with good days. Right now it was having more bad days though.

"Harry, we'll put the vases in your car," I said then we piled the glass vases into his Audi. "Lola you'll drive with me. Alright Harry you lead the way. You obviously know where she lives." 


"Oh they are gorgeous," said Eleanor as we started to put the flowers in vases. "Thank you so much."

"No problem," I said. Harry went out to get the rest of the vases. "Thanks for telling Harry to come and help."

"What?" She looked confused. "I didn't tell him--oh." A smile appeared on her lips. 

"What?" Now it was my turn to look confused.

"Harry is crushing."

"On who?" I looked at him as he walked his own way back into the house. 

"Probably someone at your store," she said. "Or you." 

"We hate each other," I laughed. "He also comes in every morning to buy flowers for his one night stands." 

"Harry? One night stands?" She laughed. "Harry hasn't had a one night stand since I went on tour with the boys in America. That was almost eight months ago." 

My eyes widened. Why was he buying flowers then? 

"Clara the flowers are good," said Lola. 

"Oh, great," I said. "Have a nice time with your flowers Eleanor. We'll be on our way."

"What?! No, you got me these amazing flowers you must stay!" 

"With Valentine's Day and everything the store--."

"Oh come on Clara," said Lola. "Have some fun." 

"Ugh, alright," I said and Lola wrapped her arm around my arm as she led me outside where everyone was. 

"Thank you for the flowers, they're buzzin'," Louis Tomlinson came up to us. I could feel Lola shaking. 

"You're very welcome," I spoke for both us. 

"Are you two staying?" 

"Just for a little while."

"Fantastic the lads and I are playing some games later and we could always use girls," he said then took a sip of his drink. "See ya then."

"Bye Louis," Lola said in total fangirl mode. 

"Lola, stop it."

"What it's Louis Tomlinson, from One Direction!"

"You see Harry Styles, from One Direction everyday." 

"Exactly, we never see the rest of them!" 

"Ugh, why did I bring you?" 

"Because you are my best friend!" 

"You have to remind me." 


"We're playing what?!" I looked at all of them. Well the rest of One Direction. Elle was going to play but went to go help her parents open anniversary gifts. I won't introduce them all too you because if you don't know who One Direction is...I'm sorry. Everyone in bloody England knows at least the name and the fact that they are a boy band. A boy band I don't really care about, but Lola does and I'm Lola's friend. What I do for friends. 

"Twister," Louis confirmed. 

Liam and Zayn were unfolding the mat and placing it on the grassy floor. 

"It will be fun," said Lola. 

"Yeah it will be fun," Harry nudged my shoulder beside me and I rolled my eyes up at him. 

"Fine," I said as I pushed off my shoes. 

Liam sat on the ground and flicked the arrow to spin. "Right foot red." 

Let the game begin. 

"Zayn get your ass out of my face!" I yelled 

"Get your foot off my hand!" He yelled back at me.

"It's alright, Zayn," said Harry. "She probably likes the view anyway." 

"Ugh," I grunted and rolled my eyes. "You know what Harry why don't you go to your prostitutes." 

"I do not have prostitutes!" 

"I highly doubt that." 

"Why don't you go skip through your flowers," he said back. "Make your dad really proud of you." 

That's it. I got up from the Twister mat, which therefore everyone else fell down. "Go fuck yourself," I said to him. I grabbed my shoes and walked away. 

"Clara wait!" Lola said to me but I kept walking. I went to my car and opened the driver's side door.

I slammed the door shut and started to cry. I hate him so much. He knew everything about me and that's exactly why he knows the right button to push to trigger every emotion. My head fell into my hands as my tears soaked into my skin. 

Then I heard a tap on my window. I looked up and saw him. How dare he come after me. 

"Roll down the window," he said. 

I don't know why but I did what he said. "What do you want?" 

"I'm sorry, I didn't think."

I kept staring straight ahead. I wasn't going to make any eye contact with him. "Yeah well that's the worst thing about you Harry. You always do and never think." 

"I'm sorry," he repeated. 

"Why do you do this to me?" I decided to look up at him. "Why do you come into my store every morning and buy flowers for no one? Yea Eleanor told me." 

He exhaled. "I'm too afraid to tell you why." 

I scoffed at him. "Seriously?" 

"Seriously. Maybe though if we stop insulting each other and actually talk I'll tell you why." 

"You mean it?"

"Yes, no more insults," he said. 


"Okay? Good, but in order for this to work we have to go for dinner."

"What I'm not going out with you."

"I didn't say we are getting married. Just dinner. Tomorrow. I'll pick you up." 

My eyes narrowed. "I can't believe this. Harry Styles the boy who made my life a living hell in one year is taking me to dinner." 

"You see I'm not all that bad," he smiled. 

"Whatever Styles." I got out my car, and then held out my hand for him. "No more insulting each other?" 



I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, "Come on James Bond."

"James Bond?" 

I placed my hand on my hip and looked him up and down. "You really need to stop wearing blazers."

"No!" He gasped. 

"Yes," I copied his last gasp. 

"This is going to fun," he said as he put his arm over my shoulder. 

This was going to be anything but fun. 

Long chapter! I hope you are enjoying it so far! Please comment, like and favorite! 

much love, Morgan .xx

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