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.


30. Just One More Day part 2

Harry's POV;

Crap. My heart was still beating so fast. I wasn't scared or anything, but how do I tell Clara that Julie and Amanda were here while she was out. How did I let her go out on here own? I shook off the feeling. I won't tell her, I finally decide and turn around.

"Clara." I smiled and she smiled back. We walked over to the breakfast bench and I opened the box of pizza. We both sat on a stool each and began to eat. "Okay, rules to go over when we're at this party." I said when I swallowed my mouth full.

"We have rules?" She asked curiously.

"Yes. Don't leave my side. There's people there that aren't very... Nice." I choose and think it's not really a good choice of word.

"Nice?" She asks amused.

"Yeah. Nice. I don't want to talk in detail about what type of people they are, just don't stray far from me. Okay?" I say firmly.

"If it'll make you feel better, sure." She smiles mischievously.

"I mean it, Clara. There's some really fuc- not nice, people there." I say not wanting to swear. My heart starts beating a little faster. Why was I getting so worked up for?

"Harry. I'll be with you. Calm down." She said and held my hand giving it a brief squeeze. Then she let go.

"Okay.." I replied quietly. "There's going to be British models there so you might see them back in England when we go for photo shoots."

A little while later we're back in her room and she's already dressed and done her hair.

"Are we going to go back to your hotel room and pick up a suit for you?" She asks me as she opens her make up bag.

"No. I called Louis when you went out and he's bringing me a suit. He'll probably be here soon." Just when I finished my sentence the door bell rang. "Speak of the devil." I said to myself. "I'll be back." I walked out into the living room and opened the door.

"Hey! Here, take this. I have to get back and get ready! Meet us at the place around 7:30. Okay?" Louis says in a rush.

"Sure. Thanks Louis!" I call as he runs toward the elevator.

"You're welcome, love!" He calls back and I laugh, closing the door. I walk back into Clara's room and see that she's almost done with her make up.

"Done." She whispers to herself and stands. "You're back." She smiles at me and puts on her shoes.

"Now. Let's have a trial run with this PA thing." I smile at her.

"Surely you can dress yourself Harry." She giggles. Ugh. I love her giggle. It makes me feel all happy and warm inside.

"You look stunning. Really." I compliment her.

"What? This old thing?" She smiles and does a little turn for me. I laugh and walk up to her hugging her around her waist. Her hands were resting on my chest and she still had to look up at me.

Clara's POV;

I can't believe it. I still have to look up at him even when I'm in high heels.

"You're so tall." I tell him and he smiles.

"I know. It comes in handy most of the time." He replies. His hands are intertwined behind me at the small of my back. He leans down and rests his head on my neck. "You smell divine." He whispers. I nuzzle him a little and pull away.

"Come on. Let's get you ready!" I say like a good PA would and pull away from him.

"Okay." He chuckles amused.

"You know, PA's don't really get their employers dressed and all. I should be bringing you a coffee or something." I say.

"Well, me and my PA are on a little more of a personal relationship so she helps me with everything. Personal Assistant. To give personal assistance to the employer." He says testing the words to himself.

"So, you want me to help with everything. Not just coffees?" I ask curiously.

"Yes. I need assistance with everything. I'm not very good with anything." He smiles at me. "Help me with my shirt first." He says and I move forward grab the hem of his shirt.

"Lift your arms." I order gently, and he does."You're going to have to help me, help you. Cause you're to tall." I say. As he's pulling out of the shirt he bends down and walks backwards getting out of the shirt. I throw the shirt on my bed and take the shirt off the coat hanger and walk behind him, holding up the shirt. "Arms." I say and he smoothly slips in an arm each into the shirt and I walk back in front of him doing the buttons starting with the bottom to the top.

"You look so lovely." He says in a soft voice while I button the last button by his neck. I walk back over to my bed and pick up the black tie.

"Thank you." I say to him. I first pull up the collars of his shirt and place the tie around and under it. I tie up his tie neatly and pull it up to his neck then fix the collar. I can feel him looking at me and burning holes into my face. I feel my cheeks start to burn. I fix the shirt by his shoulders gently patting them down. "Okay, I'll be in the kitchen, I'll be back in a couple of minutes, put your pants and belt on." I instruct him and he nods. I walk outside the room and sigh a sigh of relief. That was really intense. I calm down a little after I drink some water and then walk back into my room. When I do he's tucking his white shirt into his pants and does his belt. "You look good, Harry." I smile as he looks at me.

"Help me with my jacket." He says softly. I walk to the blazer pick it up and walk behind him again.

"Arms." I say softly and he complies. Putting his arms through the blazer, I again pat down his shoulders and he turns to face me.

"Thank you." He says.

"You don't need to thank me. I'm your PA." I smile at him. I walk toward the bed but almost fall. Harry caught me and dipped me down.

"You really are making this hard." He whispers. Just one more day. Please.

"One more day." My voice comes out in such a whisper that I barely even hear it. He leans down and places a soft kiss in the middle of my throat. He picks me back up and keeps me close to him, and I make a small prayer in my head and thank goodness that he's holding me up to him, because if he let go I might fall.

"I know.. But it's so hard." He whispers and his eyes fall on my lips. I have red lipstick on, it'd be funny if he did kiss me, cause then he'd have it on as well. His eyes came back up to meet mine. "Clara, I'm going to let you go now. Don't fall." He says gently. I nod once and he gently releases me. "Let's get going." He holds my hand and I walk with him.

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