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Clara.

My eyes watch Harry carry his bags back out to the car, my heart breaking as I do so. His two week break brought me happiness when I didn't think I wanted to be happy anymore.

As he walks back into the house, he looks around and spots me standing by the window. Making his way over, I turn my body to face Harry as he extends his hands. My fingers get engulfed by his own and he tugs me close, letting my hands go to grab my cheeks. He kisses my forehead and I rest my head in the crook of his neck after.

"Call me, and I'll answer right away," he whispers, my eyes closing.

He holds me until the very last minute he has to go, my head lifting. I can see something flash in his eyes, my lower lip taken between my teeth. Then he goes to his car, my heart clenching. So I run back out and he rolls the window down, his eyes looking up at me.

"I'll miss you," I tell him, leaning down. I kiss his cheek and he smiles up at me, his hand grabbing mine for a moment.

"I'll call you when I miss you. Which will be every day. Guaranteed," he grins, making me laugh. I nod and squeeze his hand one last time, letting him go. He drives away and I walk into the house, walking up to my room and curling into bed.

Gemma and I have started to talk more in the weeks after Harry leaves, now that I'm more open towards things. Harry really did help me. I feel more confident. Harry calls me every day just to make sure I'm okay, which I am, and I can't help but smile at his calls.

I ask Gemma to come over and she happily agrees, the two off us have almost a slumber party. She makes it feel good to have a friend.

Anne sits in the living room watching the news as Gemma and I make cookies in the kitchen. But we all stop when we hear Harry's name on the TV. And the sight on the TV just about makes my heart break.

Harry is kissing an unrecognizable girl, then other photos of the two dancing and hugging appear. He looks so happy, smiling with the girl. I can see Gemma look at me, but my sight becomes blurry with tears. My feet take over and run up the stairs, my hands shutting the bedroom door.

But it opens seconds later and Gemma catches me before I sob, her arms holding me as I cry. She just lets me cry, the pain so much. He said he likes me, and goes and kisses another girl. I don't understand. What does that mean? Did he just say that thinking I might have been listening?

"Clara, what's going through your mind?" she asks, my head shaking.

"I heard...I heard him say he likes me. Why..." I can't make a sentence, my confusion there. How can he say a do one thing with me and do another with a different girl? I just don't get it.

"You like him back?" she asks, my head nodding.

"But he should be with girls like that. I-I'm broken," I cry, her hands cupping my cheeks. She wipes my tears away, the feeling beyond different compared to Harry. He made it intimate; this is just comfort.

"No, no, Clara. Listen, he's a singer. And he is told to be with these girls all the time. I know it hurts seeing him like this, but you have to understand it's more than likely fake," she explains, but it hurts. It hurts seeing him with other girls. This helps me understand what he meant when he told me not to talk to boys.

"I can't...deal with this," I say, letting her go and lay down. I cup my forehead and just close my eyes, scared about my feelings. I'm confused on what to do.

Gemma lets me have space and I spend the night tossing and turning, but I'm woken up from the short amount of time asleep to my phone buzzing. I look and see Harry calling, my finger tapping decline right away. If I talk to him, I'll more than likely cry.

But he calls again. Five times an hour. For fifteen hours. Every day. All week.

I can't answer it. My heart hurts.

Harry.

My head hurts so bad with how much I've yelled. I've thrown a few glasses at the wall because of how pissed I am. So I dial the only person that can help.

"Hello?" Gemma asks, my frustration very clear.

"How bad is it?" I ask, the stupid model I was set up with by management making more news than I wanted.

"Harry, it's not good," she says hesitantly, and I feel my stomach turn.

"I can't fucking believe them anymore. I'm so done with management. Why is it always me? It just makes me so tired," I sigh, but she stays silent.

"Harry," she softly says, and I almost get scared at how she's going about this. Usually she's agreeing with me, but today she seems sad.

"What?" I ask, then it dawns on me. And I feel like I've been hit by a train.

"Clara," I breathe out, her sigh heard over the phone. Oh shit. My eyes close and I lean against the counter, my hand running through my hair.

"She's not okay right now. She just saw it with mom and me. I've never seen her cry so much and that says a lot," she tells me, my heart breaking.

"Harry, Clara heard you that morning. When you said you like her," Gemma continues, my hand slamming against the counter.

"Fuck! I just ruined every fucking chance I had," I yell, my anger so high right now.

"She is so hurt because she likes you Harry, but she doesn't think she deserves you. She calls herself broken and that just about broke my heart. Clara likes you to a point she thinks you deserve better," she explains, and I shake my head. That couldn't be further from the truth because I deserve her. Clara is one of the most amazing people I've met because of how strong she is.

"I have to go," I say, hanging up and immediately dialing Clara. It rings once, but then stops.

Did she decline my call?

I try again and the same thing happens, my eyebrows furrowing. She clearly doesn't want to talk to me and I'm so angry that I've let this shit happen.

So I keep trying. I try at least five times an hour for a solid portion of the day. She still won't answer. It's to a point I keep trying for an entire week but I still get nothing.

I get into the studio on Monday morning and I glare at my manager when I see the model sitting next to him.

"No. I'm done with the models. I'm done with the shit flings. I'm with Clara. Not her," I state firmly, and my manager shakes his head.

"We have an agreement, Harry. We do this for publicity," he says, and I clench my jaw when the girl wraps her arms around my neck.

"You are with me now. Face it," she says, and I shake my head.

"Never," I grit, pushing her off me.

"I don't need you anymore. Call me when the band gets back together," I say, walking out of the studio.

The news that I quit the label is insane, my work to schedule a flight home horrible. I just had to do this at one of the busiest times for vacations, right at Valentine's day. So I finally get a ticket on a plane and I want to just get home to explain and be with Clara. I will be with her.

I just have to prove to her we can do this.

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