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?


16. Lovers

I woke up the next morning still on Harry's chest, my breasts pressed to his stomach as our feet tangled. My hair was all smoothed to one side as I tried my hardest to get up without him waking up. That plan was of course unsuccessful.

"What are you doing?" Harry's groggy voice startled me. His damn Cheshire accent falling off his tongue and rolling into my ears. He smirked up at me and I put an awkward smile on my lips as I lost my balance and rolled off the bed, taking the duvet with me. 

"Whoa," said Harry as he sat up. 

"Ugh," I lay there on my back and put my arm over my forehead. "Good morning." 

He smiled down to me, "Good morning to you too." He got up from the bed and my eyes drifted down to his bum...oh.

He put his foot under his underwear and with one flick motion with his foot he caught the fabric in his hands and pulled the clothing on. He turned back around and I sat up and pulled the duvet closer to my chest. He walked closer to me and crouched down. 

"You know I saw everything," he smirked, fingering the duvet.

"Go away, this is embarrassing."

"How's it embarrassing?" He was laughing at me. I couldn't blame him, I was making a fool out of myself. 

"I fell off the bed, how's that not embarrassing?" 

He rolled his eyes and I was about to talk back with attitude but his forehead touched my forehead and we were looking into each other's eyes. His emerald ones piercing into mine. 

"Don't ever feel embarrassed around me," he whispered as he drifted his lips over top of mine. Then he pulled away.

He was a total tease. 

"Call this a turning of a new leaf," he said. 

"Fine," I said. 

"Good, so hello I'm Harry," he said holding his hand for me. 

"I'm not going back that far," I smiled but took his hand and he helped me to my feet. I wrapped the duvet tighter around myself. 

"You can't be comfortable in that," he said pointing to the duvet. He changed his accent so he acted and sounded like a French fashionista. "That is truly not suitable for you such delicate figure." 

"Harry?" My eyes narrowed at him as my smile grew bigger.

"No, no, not Harry. I'm Harold, and you Miss seriously need some fashion help." 

"Alright, Mr. Harold what do you suggest?" 

He came closer to me and I knew we were no longer role playing. He held onto the duvet with one fist and then smiled, "Nothing." 

With one yank of the fabric it freed from my grasp and fell to the floor. 

"Much better," he said. 

"Harry!" I scrambled to get the duvet, but he stopped me. 

"Stop," he said calmly. "I don't understand why girls always find their insecurities and not their beauties. His hands supported my neck and then continued their path downwards and onto my shoulders. "Every girl is different, a masterpiece that every guy wants to experience."

His fingertips glided down my arms and onto my hands. 

"Like a landscape that needs to be discovered," he continued, moving his fingers onto my stomach. "Skin that needs to be touched, felt, and loved. Let me explore, let me touch, let me be your lover."

My eyes were like half-moons trying not to close fully. I was under his spell and he knew that he caught me. He leans closer to me and then we connect, he pulls me tighter, skin against skin. My hand travels to the back of his neck and tugs on the strands of his curly hair as his hands went lower on my waist and soon over my bum. 

I didn't push him away. Like I said I was under his spell.

The only way to break the spell....


I gently pushed away. "We need to get ready for today," I said. 

"Today's our day off," he hardly produced noise, just wanting our lips to reconnect. "We don't have to--." 

He was cut off with the sound of his mobile on the dresser. He walked over and answered it, as I grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around me once again. 

"Hello?" He talked into the phone. "Yes, this is Harry Styles. You're joking, right?"

My eyes narrowed, I wanted to know who was on the other side of this phone call. 

"Yes, and management is alright with this? Perfect. Sure we can. Alright, thank you. You too, g'bye." 

He hung up the phone and looked up at me. 

"Who was that?'

He pointed to the duvet. "Don't get to used to that duvet."

"What are you talking about?" 

"We have a photo shoot together."

"A what?!"

"Get in the shower we are going to Dolce headquarters in an hour." 


"Yup," he started. "Naked, too." 

He smiled as my mouth dropped open. 

"We are taking pictures, naked?" 

"Of course, it's Dolce."

"I don't care if it was the Queen of Sheba, I'm not posing nude." 

"Come on, it will be fun," he said. "You have small breasts anyway, so don't worry."

I pouted at him, but he took hold of the duvet again.

"Save the faces for the camera." He pulled the fabric from my grasp again and I was left in my birthday suit. 

"Harry!" I yelled at him again before I ran for the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and quickly turned on the shower water. 

How in the hell did I get myself into this mess? 

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! The next chapter is a continuation of course so you get to experience the photo shoot. Please like, comment, and add to your favorites because you all our a splendid bunch of people...and Directioners :) 

Much love, Morgan .xx

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