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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18. Truly...

Zayn's POV

I haven't heard from Clara in awhile and I started to worry. Ever since that time at BBC Radio in the supply closet she hasn't spoken a word to me. I didn't know what Harry was up to either and that's what really frightened me. He hurt her before, I could see him hurting her again. 

I sat on the couch in my flat which a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette dangling in my other hand's fingers. I have been pondering my thoughts for what seemed to be forever and this was my only true escape. To disappear from the world. 

The same thing kept crossing my mind: Where the fuck was Harry? 

Where was Clara? 

Where was I? 

I placed my cigarette in between my lips and reached for the remote for the television. I turned it on and the first channel that appeared had my eyes grow large. 

"In other news, One Direction's own Zayn Malik was seen with Emma Bouvier a former French model. We only wonder, though, because she was introduced to the London society by Zayn's band mate Harry Styles only a day before. We have yet to find out if Harry is aware of this love affair. Emma Bouvier is the said girlfriend of Harry Styles, but that hasn't seem to have gotten in the way with these supposed late night visits from Mr. Malik himself."

Pictures of myself entering Clara's flat after the radio interview. Then walking with her back home after our late night garden fiasco. Then leaving from the back door only to see Harry entering. This was a disaster. 

Wait. 

If Harry's with Clara...Harry never misses this celebrity news.

"Fuck." I got up from the couch, putting the bottle on the coffee table and pushing the cigarette down in a tray, burning it out. I walked to the door, without turning off the television. 

That lasts words I heard coming from the girl on the television were: "We believe some major drama is about to unfold with the Fab Five."

She had no fucking idea. 

Harry's POV

I watched the television, feeling the urge to just destroy it right there in it's midst. I watch Celebrity News UK every morning and today was a very interesting episode. I glared at the woman as she began to talk about Zayn and Clara. 

Then the pictures. 

I wanted to kill him. 

"Harry what's wrong?" I glanced at Clara and rolled my eyes at her. She came back from making tea like she did ever blasted hour of the day. It drove me insane. 

Everything was driving me insane. 

"Harry?" She continued. 

"Did you have a nice time with Zayn?" 

"What are you talking about?" 

"How was it?"

"How was what?" I looked at her confused face. Why was she playing stupid? 

"The moment when Zayn thrust into you and tore your virginity?"

She didn't say anything. Her face was flushed, leaving any color on her skin. I know what she's thinking: How did he, Harry Styles, find out about my affair?

"Aren't you going to say anything? Save your lover?" 

"I have nothing to say to you," she hardly spoke. It was like a whisper. 

"You have nothing to say to me?! You have a lot of fucking things to say!" 

I stood up from the couch, towering over her. She was backing away from me, trying to keep her distance. I wasn't allowing it, so I grabbed onto her arms. 

This was pure anger, how I was reacting and I allowed it to take over. 

Her eyes squeezed shut as my hands grew tight around her. Her irises glazing over, telling me she was about to cry. 

"Why. Did. You. Do. It?" I separated my words. Making them heavy on my accent. 

She shook her head, her hair covering her face. 

I pulled on her arms making her yelp. "Tell me." I said more sternly. 

"Harry you're hurting me," she breathed the words. 

"I don't give a fuck," I said between my teeth, I could feel my fingers tightening around her arms. 

"Ow," she gasped. 

"Tell me!" 

That's when she looked up at me. Right into my eyes as her hair lay across her face. "You hurt me! Zayn was there. You treated me like I was just another person you could make fun of! Zayn was there. You embarrass me, letting me leave without you following me! Zayn was there. I didn't love you! Zayn was fucking there!" 

I released her arms and I did the one thing I never thought I would do to a woman. One thing, I made myself promise I would never do. I lay my hand on the side of her face with such force she fell to the floor. 

"What the hell, mate," she stayed on the floor but the voice wasn't coming from her. It was coming from the front door. 

I turned and saw the bastard that started this mess. "Go fuck another taken girl, Zayn." 

"Harry, it was nothing. I only--."

"Comforted her? Oh, shut it. You knew she was a fucking virgin."

"Not at the time," he said. "She told me afterwards."

"Well Clara aren't you just the average slut in London." I looked at her as she tried to get up from the floor, but her arms--that I had almost broken with my own hands--wouldn't support her. I could see the black bruises already taking form, but I didn't care. 

"This isn't her fight, Harry," said Zayn as he retrieved my attention. "This is our fight. Let her out of it. You already hurt her enough."

"Shut up!" I yelled. "I just want the fucking truth." 

"Truly?" He held his hands up, like in a motion to tell me he was unarmed. I knew Zayn could beat the living shit out of me, but my body was running off adrenaline fueled by anger. He was the one who was going to end up in the hospital. 

He didn't want to fight though. He took a deep breath and lowered his hands. 

"I told you, you were a dick for not going after her," he started.  

Whew! What a chapter! I LOVE IT!!!! 

This is getting intense!!

Much love, Morgan .xx

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