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.


31. The New Harry

Clara's POV;

"Remember what I said. Don't leave my side okay?" Harry reminds. I nod. There's so many paparazzi taking photos. I got so overwhelmed that my hold on Harry's hand tightened. And we enter the function room. Its really big and spacious and there's roughly 100 people here already. There's tables with food and drinks. Waiters walking around offering people food. "There's Louis and Eleanor." He says in my ear and points them out. We're hand in hand. We walk up to them and Eleanor is laughing at something Louis has said.

"Clara! Harry!" Louis says much too loudly and hugs us both. There's music on but it's classical and very low. After Louis pulls away I hug Eleanor and indulge in her beautiful baby yellow floor length dress.

"Come, come! I want to show you something!" Eleanor holds my hand and tugs on it gently and I take a couple of steps then suddenly, Harry wraps his arm around my waist and pulled me too him. "Harry!" Eleanor scolds him.

"Sorry Eleanor. You know the rules." He says back to her calmly.

"Harry. Can I talk with Clara?" Louis asks then smiles at me. Oh shit. They're best friends, please don't tell me he's going to give me the whole, 'if you hurt him' crap. Please say no, Harry.

"I don't know. I'd rather you all stayed here with me." He replies. Thank god.

"Don't be such a spoil sport. We'll be right back!" Louis pried Harry's arm away and had a hand on my shoulder and lead me to a corner at the back of function room.

"Is something wrong, Louis?" I ask him.

"I wanted to talk to you Clara." He starts, his whole aura changes from fun and carefree to serious.

"What is it?" I ask.

"It's about Harry. Don't worry I'm not going to frighten you by saying things like 'he's my best friend, hurt him and i'll hurt you' sort of crap." He smiled, which relaxed me. I gave him a small smile. "If you haven't realised Harry gets a little over protective and possessive when we're out with other people.He only does it with the people he cares about. I just wanted to tell you that, it might feel a little suffocating at times but put up with him a little please. He's happy when he's with you, like overly happy. And I bet if I looked at him right now he's eyes would be on us. You." He turned his head and so did I. He was right, Harry was looking at us. "See?" He asks and I turn back to face him. "There's reasons why he's like this and he's being very easy going with you, probably because he doesn't want to scare you away." He jokes and we laugh a little. "But what I wanted to say was he's a good person, and he deserves to be happy, but you need to be a little understanding of why he does, what he does. None of this may make sense to you right now, but it will one day and I want you to remember this conversation. He likes you." He smiles at me and puts his arm around me. "Now, let's get back safely or he's murder someone." We walk back to them and Louis lets go of me, only to have Harry wrap his arm around me.

"What did you two talk about?" He asks in a whisper in my ear. I smile.

"You'll never know." I whisper back.

"I'm curious." He says.

"Curiosity killed the cat." I reply and he smiles taking a sip of some sort of drink. I let my mind wander back to the conversation me and Louis had. Harry, possessive and protective? I didn't really get it. I mean, I've never had anyone act like that toward me. But didn't people only do that for people they cared about? They did, I've seen it in movies and read it in books, obviously. Well, maybe he did care. No. No. That's wrong. I still fail to see how one person could invest so much feelings to another person. His arm tightened around me slightly and it pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked put at him and he placed his drink down on the bench and there was someone standing by us.

"Hey. I wanted to introduce my self. I'm James. I'm an upcoming model in the UK." He said in a very British accent. He shook Eleanor, Louis and Harry's hand and picked up my hand and placed a small kiss on my knuckles. Harry clears his throat and I realise I was staring at James and he at me. I looked up at Harry and gently pulled my hand away from James'. "Well. It was nice meeting you guys. I look forward to seeing you in the UK at photo shoots." He says.

"It is a small world after all." Harry replies. He sounds so cold. He pulls me a little closer and holds me a little tighter. James chuckles and nods, leaving us. "Idiot." Harry says to himself. Before I get a chance to say anything, Isabelle and the rest show up beside us.

"Isabelle!" I said excitedly and Harry lets go so I can hug her.

"I really need the rest room. Come with me?" She says looking at me and Eleanor. I nod.

"I'll be right back." I say to Harry and before he can say anything, I leave. We hurry off into the bath room and Isabelle checks the stalls, it's empty. She closes and locks the bathroom door so no one can come inside.

"What happened?" Eleanor asks.

"Liam, I think.." Isabelle started then stopped. "I think, I love him." She said.

"You probably do then." Eleanor smiled.

"You love him?" I asked. She nodded. "You've only known him for like 6 weeks."

"Love doesn't require time." Eleanor says squeezing my shoulder. "I knew I loved Louis in the first month and he told me he did 5 months into dating and I said it back." She informed. Isabelle sighed a sigh of relief.

"Good. So it's normal. I'm so glad we're coming back with you to the UK." Isabelle said. Liam got her a job at a recording studio.
Harry's POV;

Clara had been gone for about 10 minutes now. What were they doing? I look towards where the female toilets are and the door is closed. God. I was trying to be a little lenient and let her have fun, but I worry. Another five minutes goes past and I put my drink down so I can go check on her, I look up toward the toilets and I see them walking back to us, laughing all together. She looks happy, I smile and pick my drink back up. I watch her as she walks back and see James walk into her. I quickly put my drink down and take a couple of steps and stop to observe her. He's holding both her arms, apologising is what I'm guessing and I suddenly feel really angry. She smiles at him and I feel a little more angrier. She moves out of his touch and continues to walk back. Once she's back at me side she looks up at me.

"Are you okay?" She asks me and I don't answer. "Harry." She whispers and I pick my drink back up and finish it in one go. "Careful." It almost sounds like she's scolding me. I should be scolding her. I grab her hand and usher her outside. "Harry!" She says trying to get me to speak to her. I walk outside to the parking lot at the back and gently push her up against the wall.

"What do you think you were doing?" I ask her a little angry.

"I don't understand." She replies. I sigh.

"James, he touched you, only you. Why didn't you move away sooner?" I ask her. She looks shocked.

"Harry." She says firmly. "He bumped into me, apologised and then he let go. Calm down." She says. Calm down?

"Calm down? You want me to calm down?" I snap.

"Yes!" She snaps back. I close my eyes and drop my head trying to relax. I inhale deeply and smell Clara. She smells of strawberries and vanilla again. I take in her scent again and it calms me down. I move closer to her and rest my head on her shoulder. My arms are limp beside me. I don't want to fight with her.

"I don't want to fight. I'm sorry. You're right." I whisper. I hear her sigh then I feel one of her hands on my cheek. I lift my head up so we're at eye level. "Don't be angry with me." I whisper.

"I'm not angry at you, Harry." She whispers back.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Harry. Calm down." She sounds so calming.

"I really can't wait for tomorrow."

"Why?" She asks a little confused.

"So I can kiss you here." I say softly and run my thumb along her bottom lip. She exhales slowly. It's such a..

"Only one more day left." She whispered to me. She grasps my face in her hands and gently kisses my cheek. "Let's go back inside before they start a rumour about me being pregnant." She jokes. I chuckle.

"Okay." I take her hand and we walk back inside.



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