Don't (Harry Styles fan fiction)

When Eleanor introduces Clara and Isabelle to One Direction at a party, Harry suddenly becomes interested in Clara, as she ignores him and doesn't pay much interest into him. Clara's life is very jumbled and has only been good for the past year, with her best friend Isabella. They lived in an abusive home and saved themselves, landing jobs in business in the city and living there. But once their company gets shut down and they are left jobless, Harry offers Clara a job she just can't refuse. When Clara takes the job she slowly finds out that Harry is a genuine person and finds herself liking him.


26. Be With Me Part 2

I woke up later to find Harry was no longer in the bed. I stretched slightly, aware not to make bigger movements. I stood up, feeling much better than I did before and checked the time. It was 10 in the morning. Good. I walked outside to see everyone sitting on the table. It was full, for the first time ever. Our table was full. It was an 8 people table. I never knew it'd actually come in handly. Harry put down a plate with pancakes by a seat and motioned for me to come to it. I hated pancakes. But I'll live with it for today. He pulled out my chair for me and I sat, giggling. He leaned down to my ear.

"I'm so glad. You look better." He said and smiled at me, walking to his seat two down from me.

After we finished eating and cleaning everything. We talked about the plans for today. Apparently they all wanted to do stuff like go out to restaurants but it was tricky because of the fans. I picked up my phone and unlocked it. I went on to my Tumblr app and walked inside to the living room where everyone was. The weather was pretty cool today. I sat gently on the couch beside Isabelle and Niall.

"How do you feel?" Isabelle whispered in my ear. Not that anyone would hear us, everyone was talking loudly and laughing about things I wasn't listening to.

"Good." I looked at her and smiled. She gave a little nod and turned around getting back into the conversation. I scrolled down my dashboard and covered my mouth when I saw a picture of me and Harry from behind eating fairy floss at the carnival. I clicked into the person who reblogged it and scrolled down her page. There was so many more pictures. Even pictures of me, Isabelle and Eleanor from yesterday. I locked my phone and put it away. This is what Julie meant yesterday. We were probably on the news. Oh god. No. I didn't want any attention like this. I don't think I can take the paparazzi, I've seen how they treat the celebrities and it's absolutely disgusting. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I closed my eyes briefly and opened them again when Louis shouted. We all looked at him.

"So, today! I suggest we all go to the movies. I know it's going to be a hassle to get in and out, but we'll get security to get us in and out, and we'll book out one session, and after that we should all go out to dinner, again, we'll go somewhere small and book it out." Everyone agreed on what Louis said. I wasn't so sure. I sighed mentally.

"Clara?" Harry asked and I looked at him. "You're in right?" He asked, he looked so hopeful. I smiled and nodded. He smiled widely and stood up.

"Okay, let's go get ready! By the way can we watch Catching Fire? It just came out and I really wanna see it!!!" Niall insisted. Great idea. We agreed. They were all leaving and me and Isabelle were saying our bye's at the door. Harry smiled and sweetly placed a kiss on my cheek and I smiled at him. Then we closed the door.

"I'll be back." I said to Isabelle and she nodded. I wanted to change into a shirt with sleeves. I walked into my room and left the door open. I took my shirt off and opened my wardrobe in search for a long sleeved shirt.

"He-" I turned around to see Harry looking at me.

"Harry?" I asked and then I realised I wasn't wearing a shirt and he was starring at both the scar and the big bandaid. I wrapped my arms around my breasts and screamed, turning around.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He called out, walked out of my room and closed the door. What the fuck. I quickly pulled over a low neck shirt with long sleeves. It was white. I opened the door holding my breath and he was standing there with a hand on his hip and another over his mouth, looking at the ground in full thought. He looked up at me when I opened the door and started walking toward me and closed the door of my room as he stepped inside.

"Who?" He asked. He looked horrified. "Who did it?" He looked horrified and angry.

"Like I said, I was very clu-" He cut me off.

"Don't give me that bullshit Clara!" He said with his voice raised. He kept taking steps toward me and I took steps back. He kept walking toward me and I fell onto my bed, on my back. "Tell me." He demanded. He put a hand on either side of my head and had one knee to my side. Why did he care anyway? I wanted to be out of this situation. "Clara!" He snapped. Jeez. His eyes were dark and he looked so different. I only know the fun and carefree Harry. And I don't even know him well enough. "Clara!" He snapped once more. "Tell me. What happened?"

"Why do you care?!" I snapped back. His jaw clenched. "Who cares what happened!? I don't, and I know no one else gives a shit either!" If he kept pressuring me I might cry. I usually don't cry, but it felt so different right now.

"Dammit Clara!" He said loudly. He closed his eyes and sighed. His face seemed to relax, which for some unknown reason helped me relax. When he opened his eyes they were the bright green they usually were. "Don't you get it?" He asked in a soft voice. I relaxed muscles I didn't know I had tensed. "I like you. I care. I want to know what happened." He breathed. He cared? I doubt it. No one likes me. That's another sad yet very true part of my life.

"No you don't." I whispered.

"I don't what? Like you?" He asked, he seemed like he was getting a little impatient. "Well I do." He said. I looked away, not being able to hold eye contact any more. His eyes burnt into mine. He placed a finger to my chin and gently pulled my face so we made eye contact again. "I like you." He said in a soft voice.

"We've only known each other for about 3 weeks." I said.

"4." He replied with a little smile. "And it doesn't matter. I knew I'd like you the moment I saw you." He said. I exhaled and looked into his eyes. His face changed. "Clara. Have you been in a relationship before?" He asked. The question threw me off a little. I felt myself blush. He smiled a little and I shook my head. "Really?" He said, more to himself. "You've never had a boyfriend?" He asked. I shook my head again. Jeez. He had so much power over me at the moment. He was hovering over me. I pulled myself up the bed a little and propped myself up on my elbows so that we were now at eye level. "First kiss?" I shook my head. "Touched?" I shook my head and flushed. He smirked. His smirk soon faded to a smile. He moved off me and sat beside me. "Show me." He whispered.

"No.." I whispered back.

"Please." He said. "I need to know."

"Why?" I asked. This was all so new to me. Someone other than Isabelle or Eleanor caring.

"Because I like you. And I want to know how this happened so I can prevent it from happening again." He said in a soft voice. I looked at him.

"No. No." I said shaking my head. "You don't care!" I stood up off the bed. "You only say that now. There's other people out there. Models for instance. You're always seen with them. Take one of them." I was being loud. He looked at me with a smile.

"I can't." He replied, his smile never faded.

"Why? Why not?! Date one of them! It'd suit you better anyway!" I said.

"I can't change my feelings. I like you, so I like you. I don't want one of those models. They're all very boring and all very similar. They're like clones. You. You're different." He said in a calm voice. He stood up off the bed and took a step toward me. We were at arms length. I shook my head.

"I'm boring." I said looking up at him. "I can't give you anything you need, because I have nothing."

"I don't need anything. I just need someone genuine. And you. You're as genuine as they get. I like you. Get used to it. It's not going to change." He said taking another step to me. His hand was caressing my cheek. I was looking up at him.

"They always say that. It's always the same. You won't want to be with me." I said in a quiet voice.

"You're wrong." He said calmly and moved his face closer to mine. I couldn't move. Were we going to kiss? It was like I was paralysed. I wanted to move. I think. I wouldn't give in. "I'm not the same." And before I knew it, his lips were on mine, kissing me softly. I kissed him back. Our kiss came to an end and I thought I was going to pass out. My heart started beating fast and hard, and I could feel that my cheeks were really red. My legs felt limp. I was thankful he had an arm around me, keeping me steady. "Your lips are so soft." He whispered. My lips parted. I was slightly panting. My first kiss. With a celebrity. This wasn't going to go well. "Let's skip everything today and just hang out here." He said and I nodded. What was I doing? It was like my heart was controlling my body. Not my mind. "Now. Show me." He sounded so persuasive. So I nodded. "I'm going to lift your shirt. Tell me when to stop." He breathed. Everything was so different. I'd been this close to other boys before and we've had slight intimacy's but it felt different with Harry. He gently laid me down on the bed and we were back in the position we started off in. He was on top of me and I was under him. With one hand he held the hem of the bottom of my shirt and I exhaled sharply. "Are you ready?" He asked. I nodded. I wasn't really sure if I was ready to explain how and why I had these marks. He lifted my shirt slowly and I closed my eyes and turned my head. I arched my back a little so the shirt went up. He pulled the shirt high enough to see everything except my chest. Thank god. "What happened to you?" He asked in a hurt voice. I exhaled deeply and my mind wandered to the day I actually got the big scar. I was cruelly brought back into reality when I felt his finger tips on the scar on my rib cage and I shut my eyes tightly and held my mouth with my hand. He removed his hand. "Sorry." He moved off me and sat me up, pulling my shirt down. "So, what happened?" He asked as he sat on the bed. And I sat there and explained everything. From when I was a child until right now.

"I'm so sorry." He said. He looked genuinely upset. He held both my hands. "I'm so sorry." He repeated shutting his eyes and kissing my knuckles. "Who else knows?" He asked.

"Isabelle, Eleanor and now you." I said quietly. He exhaled.

"Guys!" Isabelle walked inside the room and smiled at me when she noticed we were hand in hand. I blushed but Harry didn't let go. "I'm leaving now.. I'm guessing you two aren't coming?" She had a cheeky smile on her face. Harry shook his head.

"No. Tell the others we're just going to spend the night in. I'm tired anyway." Harry said to her. She nodded and smiled at me before she closed the door. She reentered a second later.

"I won't be back tonight, so don't make a mess and you both, behave yourselves." She said jokingly and left. I heard the front door close and lock.

"How come you didn't tell anyone? Like the cops or child services?" He asked me.

"When I was growing up from the ages of 1 until 14 I thought it was normal to get beaten up by your parents. It's what I grew up in and it was always just me and Isabelle so we never used to talk to anyone. When I started learning about all of the child protecting laws and such I was 15 and then I had a choice to make. I either call child services and they arrested our parents and we got put into an orphanage and they would of split us up, or I get a job at MacDonalds, begin to save up for college and come home to a roof on my head with Isabelle. I chose the second option, quite obviously. I worked all day and all night. I went from school straight to work and from work straight home. Julie and Amanda never really realised we were barely home because they'd be out all night at clubs, doing drugs, smoking, drinking and god only knows what else. With the first of my money I bought locks and installed them into our room, so they couldn't get in at night and hurt us while we slept. 3 Years later we both finished school and I had enough money to pay for college for the both of us. I did a year in college as did Isabelle we both got our degrees and started working last year. At a proper job and we moved far away from where we used to. But apparently it's still not far enough." I sighed. He looked at me. I wasn't sure if it was pity in his eyes or genuine concern.

"We're not so different after all. My situation is a little-was a little different though. My father used to beat my mum and when she divorced him he went crazy. He used to beat me when I was a kid. Thank god I was the only child then. He disappeared for years until about a year ago. He shows up in the middle of nowhere when I'm in London and pressures me to do things. I obviously don't do them. I give him money and he leave me, my family and my friends alone." He said. I quickly placed a hand on his cheek.

"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry." I said and caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. "Why don't you have him arrested?" I ask him.

"I did. He was in jail for a couple of years, but they let him out. Obviously they can't keep him in there forever just for a bit of domestic violence. And it's better this way. I can keep an eye on the people I love and keep him under control." He said.

"I don't understand." I said confused. "Why don't you just get him arrested again?"

"Because, when he came out two years ago at night he cornered my little sister and hurt her. Badly. I was so fucking angry." He said through gritted teeth. "She's not his daughter. My mother remarried and had her 3 years after the divorce." He said. "But I'm scared if he goes in again and comes out he'll hurt her more. This way he just takes some money and leaves everyone alone." I held both his hands.

"That's horrible." I said. He looked pained. "They'll be okay." I said. He looked up at me with wide eyes. "I can tell what you're thinking. I'm good at reading people. You're wondering if they're okay right now. Aren't you?" I asked with a small smile. He nodded slightly. "Call them." I encouraged. He grabbed his phone from under the sheets. That's why he came in before. He dialled a number and waited.

"Mum? How are you?.... Hmm.. I'm good.. Hows Lily?... Good.. And Rob?" I left him so he could talk freely and went to the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I washed the glass quickly and placed it back in it's spot. "You're right." I jumped, and turned around, a little startled. He chuckled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said and walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "They're okay."

"Harry.." I said. "I'm.."

"What is it?" He asked.

"We're moving a little fast aren't we?" I said gesturing down to his arms. He grinned.

"Right. You're not used to this yet. Okay. So we'll ju-"

"Hand holding. That's all for now." I said. He frowned.

"Just hand holding?" He asked. I nodded slightly. "Why?" He pouted. He looked like a little child and I couldn't help but giggle. "I love when you giggle. It's adorable." His hand found my face again.

"Don't get distracted. Hand holding only." I said firmly, with a smile. He pouted again. "I'm serious." I was definitely serious but I couldn't help but smile.

"Why?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested.

"Harry.. Harry Styles. One fifth of biggest boy band in the world." I said and he cringed a little.

"That's not putting you off me is it?" He asked.

"No. Well.. It's not putting me off, but it does complicate the matters." I said.

"What matters?" He asked.

"Well, you only have about 2 weeks or so left here. You're going to go back to England or America or wherever you stay. You tour the world. You sing at concerts. You go to premiers, red carpet events and so much more. How will that ever work? You're everywhere and I'm just.. Here." I gestured.

"That's one thing I like about you. You're simple. You don't have complications. I need simple." He said. "Plus, Eleanor and Louis are the same. She lives in England but Louis flies her out to most of the places we go and we're in London when we're not touring and have nothing planned, otherwise we're in America. I could fly you to the places I'm at." He smiled. I shook my head.

"I couldn't. I have a job here. I can't just drop that." Although they might drop me. I frown at the thought.

"Why'd you frown?" He asked.

"My work called. Somethings going on with the Law Firm I work at and apparently they might be shutting down so they told me I should look for another job." I said. A huge smile crept on his face. "Why are you smiling?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Don't think I'm an asshole when I say this, but I hope your Law Firm does get dropped." He said. I gaped at him. "Listen, don't get me wrong. I think it'd be great. I have a properstion for you." Now I'm intrigued.

"What would that be?" I ask curiously.

"Leave your job." He says.

"What?" I ask.

"Leave your job. If you do, come work for me. Be my PA. I'll pay you more than double whatever you're getting now."

"Harry I.." I'm at a loss for words.

"Listen. It's perfect. It's like the perfect timing. We can be together all the time, you can see the world and live out your youth how you should be. You can leave here. I can take you away from here." He says the last sentence so softly and promising that I close my eyes and actually consider his offer. When I open my eyes he's looking down at me. "I can save you from her. From Julie and Amanda. You'll be free. You won't have to work behind a desk any more. You'll get to have and travel the world. You'll never have to worry about money issues." He sounds so promising. I want to do it.

"I don't want to be here any more." I whisper up at him desperately.

"Good. Then come with me." He says softly and caresses my cheek. I nod slightly. "You'll come with me?" He asks trying to mask the excitement in his voice. I nod again.

"But.. It's not that easy." I say. He smiled widely at me and lifts me off my feet and sits me on the breakfast bench.

"Anything. Name it and I'll do it." He smiles. It's so infectious, I smile back.

"I can't leave Isabelle. I won't ever leave her." I said.

"No problem. She can come as well. I'm more than sure Liam would love it." He replied.

"My stuff.." I said looking around.

"I'll buy you new ones."

"But, I worked for these. And I couldn't have you do that." I said. He shook his head and laughed a little.

"Clara. I'll give you a bonus. Enough to buy a place in England, for furniture, and everything else you may need and you'll still have enough on the side." I sighed.

"I can't take that money from you." I replied.

"You're not. It's your starters bonus." He smiled.

"People don't really give starters bonuses you know?" I said laughing a little.

"I work differently. I give a big starters bonus. Just come with me." He said. He was holding my hands. We were almost eye level. He was still taller than me, even though I was sitting on the bench.

"Okay.. Plus.. I'll be your PA, so I'll be earning the money. It's not like you're giving it away.. Right?" I'm looking for reassurance.

"Exactly!" He smiled. And I nodded once more. "Thank you!" He placed both his hands on either side of my face.

"Harry. One more thing. Before we uh.. Kiss or before we're..." I blush madly. "Before.. Whatever happens between us..." I feel so shy, embarrassed and confused.

"Clara. You can say it you know. Girlfriend.. Boyfriend.. I fully intend on making you my girlfriend, but we'll take things slow, seeing as you've never had any experience before." He says and I know he doesn't mean to hurt my feelings, but for some reason, I feel hurt. "No, no. Sorry I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know." I look up at him and smile. "I was going to say.. I know this is really a weird request but.. Kissing.." I didn't know how to put this.. Was he even going to agree.

"You don't want to any more?" He asked. I shake my head.

"I mean.. I want to but.. I want to not rush things. Rushing things usually ruin things. I think hand holding and what not is okay for now. Until we get to know each other a little better." I said.

"I already know you so well." He smiles. And I smile back. "Before this kissing rule starts can I kiss you one last time?" He asks me and I nod. With that he leans in a gently kisses me. He's standing between my legs and holding my face gently in place. The kiss breaks off. "When?" He breathes.

"When what?" I asked confused and dazed.

"The next time I can kiss you. When?" He asks again.

"At the airport. When we leave here." I said. He hugged me tightly and then let go.

"Tea?" He asked and I nodded my head.

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