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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13. Touch Me With A Orchid

Warning: Mature content is used highly in this chapter. Please be the mature readers I know that you are :) Much love, Morgan .xx

It was later in the evening and the sun had gone down. I heard someone knocking on the door, and I thought it would be Lola because I hadn't come into work all day. Then I thought about Harry, what if he was at the door? I went to the window and looked through the curtains as my eyes narrowed at the bold figure standing on my doorstep. 

I went to the door and opened it. 

"Hey," I said. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Zayn, I'm fine." I lied to him. 

"No you aren't," he said as he stepped closer to me. He was reading me like a book. "If you were fine you wouldn't have mascara dried all over your face." He placed his hands on my neck, supporting me. "What happened." 

"Come in," I said and allowed him to walk passed me as I closed the door. I turned around and showed him my wrist. A nice black and blue outline of Harry's fingers plastered on my skin. 

"Clara," he exclaimed as he took my hand in his and looked at the bruise. 

"This is nothing," I said. 

"Where else did he hurt you?" 

"It's not just physical," I looked up at him. "It's mentally, emotionally. Just like back in school." 

"He has always hurt you." 

"Unfortunately. I'm bullied by one of the most loved celebrities in the world." He could tell I was upset and he wrapped me in his arms. 

"Shh," he said as he smoothed my hair. "Everything will be alright." 

I pulled away from him and looked up into his eyes. "Will everything be alright?" 

"Of course," he said as he looked into my room and saw a vase full of white orchids. He walked over to the vase and grabbed an orchid. "Like this orchid."

"I don't understand," I smirked as I crossed my arms. 

"This flower deals with struggles everyday, not enough food, sunlight, space to grow, but," he walked behind me and pulled my hair to one side as he placed the tip of the flower over my neck. "This flower has protection. It has you," he breathed into my ear. 

He dragged the orchid down my arm, the only thing connecting us was the flower petals. "Let me protect my orchid," he whispered, sending shivers down my back. I felt the orchid lift from my skin and I turned my head to look up at him. 

"Don't stop," I whispered. 

He bent forwards and placed his lips over mine as I turned in his arms. He put his fingers over the hem of my shirt and soon it was over my head and landing on the floor. I pulled his shirt over his head and placed my fingers over his chest, leaving kisses on his skin. 

I lay back on my bed and he continued to drag the orchid over my skin. He lay next to me and my eyes closed as the flowers made circles over my stomach. Soon the orchid was replaced with his fingertips. He brushed his fingers over my skin and I moaned at the feeling. 

I soon felt his lips over my shoulders, as his tongue traced the outline of my bra. This was incredible. 

I was in ecstasy. 

He was my ecstasy.

"Ugh," I moaned as he playfully bit my skin. I wanted him so badly. 

I wanted him inside me, filling me with pleasure. I wanted every part of him. 

Was it possible to get so aroused with just someone touching you. 

"Zayn," I moaned his name and he quieted me as he pressed down on my lips. My fingers traveled into his hair and then ran down his back as my nails dug into his skin. 

I could feel he wanted me too. His size through his jeans was pressed against me and I knew we both wanted the same thing. 

"I want you," I said against his lips. 

"Are you sure?" He stopped and looked into my eyes.

I nodded, "Yes." 

"I don't know." 

"Zayn. Please, don't make me beg." 

That's all it took and soon he unbuttoned his jeans and used his feet to pull the denim to the floor. I arched my back so he could unhook my bra which was thrown to the floor. His tongue traveled down my chest and stopped at the hem of my black underwear. 

He rose so we were eye level. We never stopped looking into each other's eyes as he pulled my panties down with one swift movement, then he removed his own, leaving no fabric in between us. I could feel the tip of him on the most sensitive part of my body. My hands lay over his shoulders as he guided himself into me. 

I gasped at the new pain and my fingers dug into his skin. My eyes squeezed tight as he stopped and waited for me to adjust. 

He rubbed away a tear with his thumb as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. 

"It hurts," I whispered. 

"Relax, it will go away," he said. 

So I exhaled as I relaxed my entire body and soon the pain subsided. 

"Ready?" He asked me obviously feeling my walls loosening.

"Yes," I breathed and he slowly started his equal movements. I pulled him tighter to me as the pain was little but still was existent. 

Within moments, though, the pain completely vanished and I gasped in utter pleasure. This is what love was supposed to feel like. With complete fascination and innocence. 

He was my fascination. I was his innocence. Together we were in a world of pleasure, ecstasy, and love. I was too much in my own thoughts to realize that Zayn was behind me, spooning me as he kept entering me. 

He pulled my arms close to my chest as he kissed my neck. I moaned louder at the new position and in return he made his movements move quicker. My eyes were gently closed, overwhelmed with sensation. I could feel myself climbing to my climax and he pressed harder inside of me as I became closer. 

"Zayn," I breathed his name.

"Relax," he whispered into my ear. "Give into pleasure. Give into me." 

That's exactly what happened. I moaned as I gave in and was rewarded with ridiculous amounts of pleasure. Zayn moaned against my skin as my walls tightened around his length, and I kissed his fingers that were intertwined with my fingers as we both came off our high. 

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We were both under the duvet as my finger traced the lines in Zayn's chest. 

"That was amazing," he said. 

"Mm," I smiled. "For my first time, it was memorable." 

" 'First time'? Didn't Harry and you?" 

"No," I said. "You were my first." 

"Oh."

"I said it hurt," I looked up at him. 

"For some girls it always hurts at the beginning." 

"So now I'm just some girl?" 

"No," he said as he pushed me onto my back and lay over top of me. "You are nothing compared to some girl. You are my girl."

"Mm, I like the sound of that," I smiled. 

"Good," he said then closed the distance between us and kissed me tenderly, with so much more emotion than what Harry ever provided. 

"I love you," I said against his lips and he ran his thumb along my lower lip. 

"I love you too," he said and then we enjoyed ourselves in somewhat darkness as the moon flooded the room with light. 

We made love two more times until the sun started to rise and replace the light the moon gave. Then we showered together and Zayn left to go to the studio. I kissed him goodbye before we opened the door, knowing that paparazzi where going to be out there. 

I didn't know how we were going to keep this from Harry. Zayn was most definitely photographed coming here last night and then only leaving in the morning. Harry will surely put the pieces together. 

Let's just hope Harry doesn't pick up any magazines or watch television for a couple of days--or for the rest of his life. The next time I would see him with the rest of the boys would be later that day. 

Shit. 

Interview with a magazine. 

"Fuck," I said, knowing that questions were going to be asked and answers wanted. 

Answers I didn't have. 

"I hope Zayn knows what he's doing," I muttered. "Because I'm completely fucked." 

Alrighty, some chapter, eh? Anyway, Harry fans stay with me! Trust me, you don't want to leave this story quite yet :)

Thank you for reading and please comment, like, and favorite! 

You guys are amazing! 

Much love, Morgan .xx

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