~~Harry's POV (in third person)
Harry stood outside the tour bus with the other guys. He didnt take his eyes of the ground. They were fixing to leave, and he didnt want to leave! He wanted Clare, even if he said he hadnt wanted to see her again.
"Harry, you ok?" Zayn asked.
Harry looked up, coming back to reality. "Um..yea." he lied.
Back to Clare.
There he was. Just standing there. Here's your chance!
Clare stood behind a bush, watching him. She needed to just go out and say it. Say she needed him. Say she loved him and couldnt live without him. But he didnt love her!
"Just go..." Clare mumbled, motivating herself.
She checked herself in her compact mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy, with giant bags under them, but Clare didnt even care anymore.
She began walking slowly to him, surprised there was no security guards.
As soon as Harry spotted her, his eyes filled with love. Then he quickly looked away, and began climbing back into the bus.
"Wait!" Clare yelled, taking off running after him.
He stopped and looked at her.
"Just hear me out!" she breathed.
Harry didnt say anything.
"I quit my job...because all I want to do is be with you..." Clare looked at him for some sign of recognition, but there was none. "I love you...but if you dont love me, I completely understand!"
Harry stared at the ground, processing what was going on.
"Just tell me how you feel. If you dont want me, I will leave you alone..." Clare looked at him, wanting so badly for him to smile and say, "I love you too!"
Harry stood there...not saying a word. After minutes of complete silence, Clare put her head down. "I understand..." she sighed and turned away. The minute she started walking, she pleaded he would do something! Anything!
"What did one bean say to the other bean?" Harry asked.
Clare spun around, a smile on her face.
" 'How you bean?' " Harry laughed.
Clare ran up to him, as he engulfed her in a hug. "Oh, Harry!" she cried.
She looked up at him, and they both leaned in for a kiss. It meant so much more than the last one. He would be the last boy Clare would ever kiss again.
Harry pulled away, looking into her eyes. He pulled a little box out of his pocket. "Now what am I supposed to do with this ring?"
Clare giggled. "I don't know!"
Harry looked at her mischeviously. "I could always give it to you..."
Clare's eyes grew wide and Harry winked.
This was all just supposed to be a job; an assignment; a mission. Clare had no idea she would fall in love. After all, it's just business.