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?


8. Spending The Night With Styles

I was in Harry's bathroom. He gave me some of his clothing for me to change into for bed. His clothing was a little big, but it felt nice. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. 

What if he wants...

He doesn't know...

"Ugh," I was at war with myself. "I'll just tell him no. You're a woman, Clara, tell him what you want and what you don't." I said to myself in the mirror. A little pep talk before I went and shared the bed with the one and only Harry Styles. 

I took a deep breath then opened the bathroom door and walked out into his bedroom. He was on the bed cross-legged and flipping through a magazine. 

He had no shirt on. 

Damn why did he have to do this to me? 

He looked up at me and smiled as he patted the space on the bed beside him. 

"What are you reading?"

"Just some stupid teen magazine. I love the things they put in here with us. See," he points to an article. "Louis and Eleanor break up! Complete rubbish! I have never met two people more in love then they are."

"Then why do you read it?" I looked up from the magazine and at him. 

"I don't know. Sometimes it's funny, other times it get me so pissed off. Like they don't know my life, our life, but they act like they do. They think they spend every waking hour with us but they don't."

I wrapped my fingers around the magazine, "Then let it go." I take the magazine from his grasp and let it drop to the floor. 

He looks into my eyes and then quickly turns to kiss me. His hand supporting me as I lay back and he leans over top of me. My fingers climbed into his hair and pulled on some of the strands teasingly. His lips moved from mine and started their path down my jawline and onto my collarbone. 

He hit the most sensitive spot and I let out a moan. I could feel him smile against me as he gently bit my skin. The hand that was resting on my shoulder started to move downwards. 

He rested his fingers on my stomach, but I could feel him moving further down. 

Till I felt his fingers brushing along my thigh. 

Then my inner thigh. 


"Harry," I said. "Stop." 

He immediately stopped and looked up at me. "I'm sorry," he muttered. 

"I should be the one who's sorry. I led you on," I sat up and dragged my fingers through my hair. "I'm just not ready." 

He got off the bed and as he walked to the bathroom I could see his length growing that pressed against me. "I know, and being a man I should know," he said. 


He closed the bathroom door and I soon heard the water running in the shower.

Harry's POV

I turned the water on. Cold. As cold as the water could get. I released myself from my trousers. How could this girl get me so hot? I didn't understand what made me jump on her like that.

I know, blame the teenage hormones. I stepped into the shower not letting the freezing water phase me. As I stood there with the water pouring over my head I couldn't help but think what could have happened. What I would've done to make her feel overwhelmed with pleasure.

I wanted to please her.

I want to run my tongue along her skin.

I wanted to hear her gasps turn to moans as I thrust into her for the first time.

I knew she was a virgin, just by the way she acted. She was new to all of this and therefore I knew I had to take it slow and be gentle with her.

One side of me was telling me to be calm and slow. While the other part was telling me to rip her clothes off and hold her close to me as her walls tightened around me, giving in to all pleasure.

"I'm so fucked," I muttered.  

She still hates me from school, and no matter what I do she will always hold that grudge against me. I had to show her that I was hers. She could make we do anything with the flick of her wrist or the snap of her fingers. I was hers and forever will be. 

That's where I'm fucked. 

Clara's POV

I watched the bathroom door for a couple seconds longer than exhaled.

I screw everything up. 

I put my feet under his duvet and soon brought it up to me shoulders. I pulled my hair to one side and as I lay there on his pillows I could smell him. His musky cologne that still lingered on the fabric was like smelling a fresh cut flower. I slowly fell asleep to the smell of Harry Styles. 

Harry's POV

I walked out of the bathroom in just my towel. Clara was asleep and as I got dressed I could see a small smile on her lips. I smiled at her and then pulled on my boxers. I ran the towel through my hair, letting it air dry. 

I slipped into the bed beside her and pulled the duvet cover up. She was laying on her side and I lay on my side and glided my thumb over her cheek. Her eyes slowly opened.

"I didn't mean to wake you," I muttered. 

"It's alright," she said. 

"I've been thinking," I said. "They don't need to know about us. The things we do or the I love yous, the up all nights. Your right it will just cause confusion and they'll just be jealous of us," she smiled. "Most importantly they don't need to know that I have waited all my life to be with you. What matters is just you and me. I would never jeopardize what we have. I know I have a lot of explaining to do about back in scho--," she placed a finger over my lips. 

"Shh. I don't care what happened back in school. I only care about now. And right now it's only us," she whispered. "I would like for it to always be like that." 

"I agree," I smiled against her finger as I kissed the tip. "Just us. It will always be just us." 

The good things in life never last though, right? 


Unfortunately, our life, our relationship, was crumbling at our feet and we didn't know it. We wouldn't realize it until it was too late. 

Too late to turn back and fix the problems. 

Hello! Sorry to leave this chapter off on a bad note! It was kinda of a foretelling, so yea! Haha.

Anyway if you haven't noticed yet I have published a new story which is expected to be released in December. I uploaded the cover and the prologue so you guys can put your first impressions in the comments. The story is titled Baise-Moi {yes the title is French, but the rest of the story will not be in French, duh! Sorry I don't speak French} It is rated +15 because of mature content. 

Thanks! Much love, Morgan .xx

PS I used One Direction's new song They Don't Know About Us lyrics as some of Harry's words :)

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