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.


27. Picnic

Clara's POV;

A complete week had passed. I quit the job before they could drop me, and I was right in doing so the company closed down as did Isabelle's and many more companies in Sydney. My phone was ringing, I looked, no caller ID, I answered.

"Hey. Come outside." It was Harry. I smiled and opened the front door. He was standing there with a big grin on his face and a huge bouquet of roses. I giggled and he handed me the roses.

"For you." He said. I took them and smelt them.

"They're beautiful, thank you." I said.

"You're most welcome." He smiled. We walked over to the kitchen and I pulled out an empty vase and filled it with water and placed the flowers inside.

"You know, this is the first time anyone's ever bought me roses." I said turning to look at him. He looked a little surprised.

"Surely a beautiful girl like you would be getting flowers from everyone!" He said. I laughed. "Are you ready to go?" He asked. I nodded and picked up my keys from the bench and he held out his hand. I looked at it. "Hand holding is permitted. Well, it was last time I remember." He said in thought. I took his hand and we walked over to the door and I picked up my bag and coat.

"Where are we going today?" I asked him. He smiled to himself as we walked down the stairs.

"Somewhere we can be together. But out in the open, so I don't know how long we can be alone for but hopefully it'll go well." He said.

"You remembered?" I asked in disbelief.

"Remembered what?" He asked a little confused as we went down the stairs.

"That I'm scared of elevators.." My voice was quiet.

"Of course. I take quite an interest in the things you say, Clara." He said, thank god he wasn't looking at me because I was blushing.

We were in the car for about 15 minutes already.

"You know one thing I love about Australia?" He asked.


"We drive on the same side in England. I still get a little confused in America." He chuckled. "We're here." He said as he parked the car.

"We were at some sort of a park. It was large and spacious. There was some kids flying their kites and running around. "We're going to have a picnic." He smiled at me and gently squeezed my hand. I smiled back at him and he let go of my hand and got out of the car. I did the same and he went to the boot of the car and took out a basket.

"How cute." I said. He smirked at me.

"You find this cute?" He asked and I nodded, smiling. His smirk turned into a smile shortly. He extended his hand to me and I took it. He walked over, not far, to the stump of a tree and he pulled out a blanket we could sit on from the basket and I placed it on the floor. I sat down and he followed. "I'm so hungry!" He said and opened the basket taking out everything from inside. I watched him and he looked like a little kid. I giggled. He stopped rummaging through the basket and looked up at me. "I love when you giggle. It's so cute. And disarming."


"Yes. Very." He gazed at me for a moment and the smiled.

After we finished everything and we were full we both lay on our backs and watch the sky slowly change colour.

"You only have a week left here." He says softly. I close my eyes and smile, sighing.

"I'm glad." I reply just as softly.

"You are?" He asks me. I open my eyes and turn my head to face him. He's already looking at me. Did he think I was having second thoughts or something?

"Yes. I thought you knew that already." I say.

"I did.. Well, I thought you might of had a change of heart and you might of wanted to stay." He looks a little worried and I give him a reassuring smile. I lifted my hand and gently caressed his cheek with the back of my fingers.

"No. I didn't. I have nothing here. I hate it here. You don't know how happy I am. Thank you so much." I say softly.

"No. Thank you." He replies. He turns to his side and props himself up on his elbow, causing my hand to drop, and he caressed my cheek. "I'm so glad." He sighed a sigh of relief. I laughed a little.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were worried that I wasn't going to come and be your PA?" I joke.

"What, me? No, never!" He jokes back and I laugh while he chuckles. "Don't." He warns gently.

"Don't what?" I ask him.


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