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.

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24. Problems Part 2

Harry's POV;

I knocked on the door, feeling extremely excited to see Clara. When they didn't open the door I knocked again and in anticipation to see Clara open the door, I was quite disappointed when I saw Eleanor.

"Eleanor!" Louis said and walked inside wrapping his arm around her. I wanted to do that with Clara. She took us all inside and closed the door locking it. Next Isabelle came and Liam smiled at her.

"Hey." He said very cooly and hugged her for a few seconds. I looked around for Clara. She wasn't here I think.

"Where's Clara?" Isabelle asked looking at Eleanor.

"She's here isn't she?" Eleanor replied back a little shocked. Isabelle moved away from Liam and ran into all the rooms of the house.

"No." She said to herself horrified. She ran outside the apartment and we followed. She ran down the hall and turned the corner, I ran after her and they all followed. When I turned the corner I saw Isabelle hugging Clara around her neck. Clara had one arm around her and when they let go Clara whispered something into her ear. I couldn't hear it.

"Hey guys." She smiled towards us. She looked kind of weak. When Isabelle moved Clara had a hand over her stomach. "I'm so hungry. Let's eat." I heard Eleanor sigh a sigh of relief behind me and we all turned around and walked back into the apartment.

Clara's POV;

I was feeling pain jolting through my whole body. Dammit.

"I need the bath room. Isabelle, give me a hand." I said and we both walked into the bath room and when we did I couldn't fake any longer she closed the door and sat on top of the toilet seat with the lid down. I removed my hand from my stomach and she gasped. "Don't make a noise." I said in a whispered voice. She had her hands over her mouth and looked at me in shock. "Don't be so shocked. How many times have we gone through this?" I asked lightly laughing it off.

"Don't laugh!" She warned me. She walked over and unbuttoned my dress from the top until the buttons ended under my belly button. "Thank god.." She muttered. "It's not deep." I nodded my head.

"Go to my room quietly and grab me something new to wear like sweat pants and a loose shirt. We have a first aid kit in here anyway." I said. She nodded her head and quickly left, leaving the door slightly open. I looked down at the cut, it was about 3 centimetres long and half a nail deep. I was okay. I'd endured more than this as a kid with no real medical attention. I felt tired. Mentally and physically tired. Isabelle returned moments later, she closed the door and locked it. She put down my clothes and pulled out the first aid kit.

"This is going to hurt." She warned. "Don't make a noise." She pulled out a cotton pad and put on some antiseptic on it and gently cleaned away at the cut. I squeezed my eyes shut and cursed under my breath. She kept doing it until I couldn't feel any more pain. "Stand. Carefully." She instructed and I did as she said. She put a big enough bandage on it and then packed everything away. "Get dressed and come inside." She said. I nodded and she left. I pulled my dress off and hid it inside the draw. I put on the tights and loose shirt she brought for me and walked back inside. I saw Harry watching my every move, but I made it like I didn't notice. I sat down in between him and Zayn.

"Are you okay?" He whispered in my ear as everyone talked with each other. I nodded, I really felt drained. "You don't look okay." He whispered again.

"Just tired." I whispered back.

"I'll be back, I'm just going to use the bath room." And with that he stood up and walked toward the main bath room.
Harry's POV;

Something quite obviously happened. Maybe she just started her.. Her lady troubles. It felt off. She looked completely different. I locked the door to the bathroom and paced around a little rubbing my chin. The toilets lid was closed. I sat on top of it and saw a bit of blue fabric hanging out of one of the draws. I opened it so I could put the little getaway piece and saw it was Clara's dress. Why in the world was it in here anyway. I pulled it out and held it from the straps. I gasped loudly when I saw there was a large slit and blood all over the middle section. I gasped again when I realised that she was holding her stomach when I saw her, this is what she was covering. So many things were going through my mind. She was injured, surely! Ladies didn't bleed through their stomachs, obviously. I realised I was pacing again. I hid the dress back into the draw and walked out back inside. And when I did I realised Clara and Isabelle weren't there.

"Where's Clara?" I ask, much to scared than I'd like to. Eleanor looked at me suspiciously.

"She's in the kitchen, why?" She asked lifting an eyebrow. She obviously didn't know. I relaxed.

"I have a new joke I want to run by her." I said with a smile. Eleanor laughed and I left to go back into the kitchen. When I entered Isabelle and Clara were doing the dishes. They stopped whispering when I entered. "Clara. Let me help you. And I want to talk as well." I said. Isabelle smiled at her and left. I walked over to the sink where she was cleaning the dishes and began rinsing the plates. "How are you?" I asked her, examining her movements.

"I'm good." She smiled at me. It was so convincing. So convincing that if I didn't see what I did, I would have believed her. "How are you Mr.Smiles?" She joked. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"How's your stomach?" I asked, getting serious again.

"Fine, why?" She replied completely nonchalant. She moved passed me to pick something up off the floor and winced loudly.

"Clara!" I said in a worried but hushed voice. She stood back up and held her stomach. I switched off the faucet. "What happened?" I asked as I dried my hands and tucked her hair behind her hair. She was looking at the ground with a pain expression. "Clara. Look at me. What happened?" I ask again. Finally she looks up at me. She has a smile on her face but her eyes betray her. I can tell she's in pain.

"I'm fine. Lady problems." She replies. I clench my jaw. What could of happened that she doesn't want me knowing about.

"You're lying. When I went to the bathroom I saw your dress. There was a cut and blood all over it." I said, thinking addressing the problem head on would be best.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She said, poker face.

"Don't lie to me!" I said as a matter of fact. "I saw the dress Clara! Do you want me to show it too you?" I ask her. She sighed and looked back down. When she looked back up she looked pained and tired. She placed her hand on my cheek and caressed me. I closed my eyes and leaned into her touch.

"Don't dig around Harry. It's nothing anyone needs to know about." She said and I opened my eyes. Her voice was so soft and sounded very hurt. She looked vulnerable for the first time I was looking into her eyes when she was vulnerable. And it was absolutely heart breaking. She caressed my cheek a little longer and dropped her hand. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Sorry I couldn't be much company tonight." She kissed my cheek and walked away.

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