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?


4. Make Me Blush

Someone was knocking on my door. I was sitting in my Jacuzzi trying to relax. I got home from work only thirty minutes ago and I was in dyer need of some relaxation. I wasn't sure who was at my door, but it had to be someone I knew. 

Probably Lola or Mum.

"Come in!" I yelled from the bathroom. I heard the front door open and close. "I'm in the Jacuzzi!" 

I leaned my head back to see who it was as the bathroom door opened. My eyes widened as I saw the head of curls. 

"AHHH" I yelled as I tried to cover myself. "HARRY GET OUT!" 

I saw a smile spread wide on his face as he closed the door. Once the door was closed I quickly got out and grabbed my robe. "What are you doing here!" I yelled from inside the bathroom.

"I told you. I was taking you to dinner! I even broke into your store and brought you flowers." 

I rolled my eyes as I opened the bathroom door. Harry stood there bearing calla lilies. "Who died?" 

"What?" His eyes went wide as he looked at the flowers. 

"Lilies are used at funerals," I said. "Bring daisies next time." 

"I'll remember that," he said after me as I went into my bedroom. 

Harry's POV

I sat on the couch and was looking around Clara's flat. It was, girly with flowers everywhere. My eyes traveled her walls as they came upon her bedroom door. She left the door slightly ajar and I could see the back of her. 

The naked back of her. 

She was pulling on a pair of black underwear which fit and covered her bum. I had to admit she was fit. She stepped into a red lace dress that glided over her hips, oh if I could touch those hips. 

What? Harry what the hell are you thinking about? You can't stand this girl. Then why do you go to the flower shop every morning for no reason at all. Shut up conscience. 

Anyway she zipped up the side of the dress and then slid her feet into a pair of white heels. She took her hair out of the messy bun she created and her dirty blonde waves ran down her back. I wonder how soft her hair was, or better yet her lips. 

Damn it Harry. Pull yourself together. 

I took my eyes off her room as she turned to come back out into the living room. 

"So where are we going?" She asked as she reached for her bag. 

I stood up and she looked down at the flowers I was still carrying. She bit her lip. Oh why did she have to do that. 

"Here let me take those," she said and I handed the bouquet to her. She went into the kitchen and placed them in a vase. "Alright now where are we going?" She asked me again.

"Uh," Damn I was mesmerized by her. "Skylon." 

"The restaurant? You know it takes months to get in there and that's with reservations."

I smirked, "I have my connections." 

"Of course you do." 


"Harry Styles," I said to the hostess. 

"Hello, Mr. Styles," she said. 

"Would you like a private table?" 

"That would be lovely." 

Clara's hand was on my arm as we followed the hostess to our table. I could feel the excitement coming from her, and as we sat down I was right.

"Oh my gosh! I've wanted to come here since I was a little girl!" She exclaimed as the hostess gave us our menus. 

I smiled, knowing that I did something she wanted. "I just wanted to show you that I was sorry." 

"Apology accepted," she said and my smile got bigger. 

"Wine, sir?" A man came up to the table carrying a bottle of wine. 

"Yes, can I have Bolney Pinot Noir," I said. 

"Of course," the man walked away and brought back a bottle of my favorite wine. 

As the man filled our glasses with red wine Clara's eyes grew bigger. 

"Have you ever had wine?" 

"Of course," she started and I narrowed my eyes at her. "Well at my cousin's wedding." 

"How long ago was that?" 

"A year...ugh I was eleven." 

I smiled at her embarrassment. "You'll like this wine." I took my own glass and sipped the crimson liquid. She followed my movement and placed the glass up to her lips and took the biggest sip ever. My eyes grew wide but I soon started laughing.

"You enjoy this?" She looked disgusted.

"You're not supposed to chug it, you slowly sip it. That's why it's called elegant wine." 

"There's nothing elegant with having to suppress your disgust," she said. 

"Alright I get it you don't like it."

"No," and as our waitress arrived she was quick to jump in. "Can I have a glass of water please?" 

"Of course," she said and when she returned with water for Clara we ordered our food. This was going to be a long night. 


"That was a lovely evening," she said to me as I walked her to her front door. "Except for the wine."

"I'll remember that for next time." 

"Harry, I don't think there's going to be a next time," she said and my heart slowly sunk until I could see flashes coming from the corner of my eye. 

I looked over and saw a paparazzi sitting in the bushes. "Seriously?"

"I'm sorry Harry, but--."

"No, it's not that we are being photographed." 

"What?!" She followed my glance and the flashes started to go insane. "I don't need this."

She turned around and opened her door. "Let me come in."

She was hesitant but she nodded and I followed her inside. 

"Ugh, I hate you," she said as she took her shoes off. 

"Tell me something I don't know." 

"Alright, I'm now going to be known at Harry's girlfriend. Don't say I'm wrong because that's the first thing they will write about in the post tomorrow." 

"Yeah I took that in consideration," I dragged my fingers through my hair. "What should we do?"

"Deny it," she said as she walked into the kitchen an leaned over the counter. 

"Come on have some fun," I teased her as I leaned on the other side of the counter.

"How are we supposed to have fun?" She wasn't going to buy anything I tell her. 

"You could become my publicity girlfriend," I offered and she looked at me as though I had two heads. 

"I can't stand seeing you every morning when you come into my shop and now you ask me to be your 'publicity girlfriend'?" 

"Yea, it will give the post something to write about and management will love it." 


"They will know it's false."

"I don't get it? How is this going to be helpful to any of us?" 

"It will let me have more freedom, because frankly I can't do shit without having stories made up around me. And you can break that shell your hiding under."

"I do not have a shell," she said. 

"Come on, Clara." I smiled at her and I could see her face turning a darker shade of pink. "Break loose. Do something that you wouldn't do back in school." 

"I tried to avoid you in school," she said.

"Exactly, so don't avoid me anymore. I know you want to, because I'm making you blush." 

Her hands covered each side of her face and then she gave in. "Ugh, fine but you step over any boundaries it's over." 

Alright, I have to figure out these boundaries. "Okay," I said. "Let it be an adventure." 

"Yea, whatever. So what's our story going to be?"

I do like this chapter! Tell me what you think!! Place comments, like this awesome story and favorite it cause you know it's only going to get better! 

Much love, Morgan xx

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