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?

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10. My Cigarette After A Long Flight

Get ready for some triangular love...eek!!

Zayn's POV

"Do you think you'll be okay?" I asked Clara as I opened her apartment door for her. 

"Yeah I should be fine," she walked past me and went to her couch. She sat down and her head lay in her hands. I started to hear her sobbing. 

I exhaled, knowing that this would come back and haunt me. I walked over to the couch and sat down beside her. I put my hand on her back and she looked up at me. Tears were pouring down her face, interrupting her mascara and continuing their path downwards. 

I wanted so badly to wipe the tears from her face and then, I did. She inhaled as I lay my thumb over her cheek. I then placed my other thumb over her other cheek and wiped all her tears clean. Her eyes looked up into mine and I was lost in the color. 

I don't know why I was doing it, but I leaned closer to her. So close to touching my lips with pink ones, that would be soft and not chapped. 

I wanted to touch those lips. 

I wanted to protect her from the dangers of being with Harry. 

I wanted to love her...save her from my best mate. 

"Zayn," she whispered. 

I let my hands fall from her face. "Sorry," I said. 

She brought her hand up and lay her fingers over my jaw. I looked back up at her, getting lost in those eyes again and smiled. "How about some tea?" 

"That would be great," I said. 

She got up from the couch and wiped the still existent mascara from her face as she moved into the kitchen. She started the stove and pulled two mugs out of the cupboard. I decided to join her in the kitchen and leaned over the counter as she placed the sugar and milk on the hard surface. 

She poured the hot water in our mugs and I took the sugar. I spooned the sweet substance and she watched me as I placed the spoon in my mouth. 

"Zayn!" Her eyes grew wide with amusement.

"What?" I asked over the sugar that was dissolving in my mouth. 

"What's the matter with you?" 

"Here try some," I scooped more sugar onto the spoon and gave it to her.

"Um, no," she said.

"Oh come on. You only live once," I smiled at her and she narrowed her eyes at the spoon. 

"What the hell," she said after a couple of moments and grabbed the spoon and dropped the sugar in her mouth. "Not bad."

"Why would I ever give you something you wouldn't like?" 

"Mm, you never know," she smiled up to me and I could see the silver sugar crystals still on her lips. Damn I wanted to lick sugar over her naked--.

"Zayn?" 

"Mm, yeah?" I quickly left my thoughts. 

"If I asked you to do something for me would you?" 

I nodded. "Of course." 

She walked over to my side of the counter and placed her hand over my forearm as her eyes ran from her fingers to my eyes. 

"Kiss me?" She whispered and I didn't need her to ask again. 

I leaned forward and touched her lips with mine. I immediately tasted the sugar that still inhabited the crevices on her soft lips. I gave into her way before she gave into me and she allowed me to pick her up and her legs wrapped around my hips. I placed her atop the counter but she kept me close as her fingers wrapped into my hair. 

My hands lay on her waist as my fingertips dug into the fabric of her shirt. She playfully bit my lower lip and it sent shivers down my back. My tongue wanted entrance and I was cautious as I drug across her lip, not wanting her to pull away from me. 

She didn't. She allowed me to deepen the kiss as our tongues danced. This was all I wanted: the taste her lips allowed. 

How could Harry harm her, hurt her, treat her like she was nothing. I started to crave her, something I knew I shouldn't do, but was doing at this moment. 

She was becoming my addiction. My cigarette after a long flight. I wanted her. 

For myself. 

I needed her.

For myself. 

I wanted her to give me love as much as I could give her love. 

Love me. Love her. 

I was falling apart. 

She pulled away, much to my distraught and leaned her forehead against mine. 

"Wow," she breathed; her fingers still tugging on my black hair. 

I brought my hand up to her face. Our eyes meeting. 

"Let me love you so much more than what Harry could ever provide,"  I whispered. 

She lay her lips over mine for just a second then whispered, "Okay." 

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"Clara?" I looked down at her. We were watching Celebrity News UK, with her head laying on my lap. 

"Yeah?" She looked up. 

"How do you know Harry?" She looked back to the television, and then turned it off and sat up on the couch. "You don't have to tell me."

"No, it will be nice to get this off my chest. When my dad died my mum and I moved to Holmes Chapel to be with my grandmother. I was still a student, so I attended school in Holmes Chapel."

"The same school Harry went too?"

"Yes. I was different and it was our last year before we would head to college. So of course Harry and his group ruled that school. They were like royalty and I was the new kid. I was treated like the person I was. An outsider. Except Harry took to his advantage and made my life a living hell."

"What did he do?" 

"Horrible things. He would make up ridiculous names and play the worse pranks. I hated him so much. I would come home crying and that's when my mum knew it was time to move back home. When we got back to Chelsea I felt so much better. I reopened the flower shop, which became my home and that's how I lived. How I always wanted to live."

"How did he find you?" 

"I knew he got into One Direction. That was the year I actually watched X Factor. I couldn't believe that Harry actually was nice. Maybe he just hated me. Then he came into my flower shop. And not just once, but every morning. I thought he was doing it to make me feel even worse about myself. I figured the flowers were for his one night stands that he would always talk about. Then I found out he was just coming into the flower shop to be around me." 

She looked up at me. "All those years of hurting me, he did it because he liked me. He felt embarrassed for liking me so he made my life a hell. When he told me I thought it was another prank, but he made me believe that he loved me. Then today when he didn't come after me...I knew he never truly loved me. He's doing this all for publicity, Zayn. He's playing me just like in school." 

Tears started to reappear in her eyes. This girl has cried and gone through more than what I ever thought possible. I pulled her close to me and her tears soaked my white shirt. 

"I can't do this anymore, Zayn," she said against my chest through her sobs. "I'm not strong enough." 

My one hand smoothed her blonde hair as the other rubbed her back. "You are so much stronger than me," I said. "I would have chosen an easier path than to just ignore him."

She pulled away and looked up at me, "What?" She asked as she wiped her tears away. 

"I would've beaten the living shit out of him," he said and she smiled. 

"I wish you were there for me," she said. 

"I'm here now," I muttered as I lifted her chin to look at me. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." 

"Thank you, Zayn," she said before she leaned in and kissed my lips. 

"You're very welcome, love," I whispered. 

She leaned in and nestled her head on my shoulder as my arm went around her waist. "I never want this day to end." 

"Me neither," I replied. 

"Then let's make it last," she whispered. 

"What are you thinking?" I asked as I cocked one of my eyebrows. 

"Follow me, Mr. Malik." She got up from the couch and pulled on her coat. "Are you coming?" 

I jumped off the couch and grabbed my jean jacket and followed her out the door. I placed my arm around her waist as she led the way down the street. I think I might have just found my valentine, and I wasn't going to let her go. 

Not if I had anything to do with it. 

I love this chapter so much!!! Zayn and Clara, oh my goodness. This chapter, though, really got me pissed off at Harry...oh well. Things are really going to get interesting though..just wait till Harry finds out about this secret relationship. 

I hope you enjoyed it though and please comment, like, and favorite! Thanks a bunch and check out this awesome story that one of my readers created. It's called I'm in Love with You and it's by maddimonsterr. Check it out and give her some likes :) 

Alrighty, love ya all! 

Ciao, Morgan .xx

 

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