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Harry.

"How did this happen?" I grit through the phone, Liam just as shocked as I am.

"I don't know. When I bought it, no one followed. It's secluded," he assures, but the pictures say otherwise. My girlfriend in her bikini is plastered on the covers of magazines, my worry reaching an intense level.

"This is bullshit. How did this fucking happen?" I yell, slamming the magazine on my dresser. Clara's at school and I'm left horrified someone will say something to her there, my worry growing. I can't help it; Clara a fragile girl in need of all the care I can give her.

"Just call management and let them sort it. I can't believe my island isn't secluded anymore. I'm pissed," he says, my hand throwing the phone. I'm sick of this shit. Why can't I just be left alone? Have a relationship without everyone watching?

I get in my car and drive to the school, walking in and asking to have Clara be excused. It's a 'family emergency'.

Within minutes, I see Clara descend the stairs and she walks to me. Her eyes are filled with tears and my assumptions are true. I pull her into the office and ask for a private room just to talk to her, the secretary nodding.

"Is there anything I can get you?" she asks, clearly concerned. I shake my head and walk in, tugging Clara in.

I sit down in a chair and pull her in, her hands grabbing my hair as she cries into my neck.

"What are they saying to you?" I ask, her shaking body making my heart break.

"Ugly. I-I'm ugly. T-There's pictures," she cries, my hands pulling her to me.

"How dare they," I grit, hugging her close to me. I'm outraged at this. The fact I took her somewhere I had thought would give us the privacy we deserved, only to have it be paparazzi- filled, absolutely pisses me off. This is unforgiveable.

"Nothing they say to you is true. You are everything to me and I won't allow them to hurt you anymore. I'm taking you out of school and we'll either homeschool you unless you don't want to pursue school. You are healing from previous events and I need to be with you. Being here hurts you more and I'm stopping it now before it can harm you further," I state, my voice firm as my jaw clenches after.

Clara lifts her head and I grab her cheeks, wiping her tears away. "I'm going to put you on the highest pedestal in my world. You are going to get everything you need and we're going to start a life together. Nothing else matters," I say, her eyes closed. I don't care how possessive and dominant I sound. Clara is mine and I'm going to make sure the whole damn world knows that. No one else will have her.

"Now let's go get you anything you want," I say, taking Clara's hand. I walk her out of the office, nodding to the secretary, and taking her to my car.

"Harry," I hear her squeak, my attention meeting her in a millisecond.

"You-You want me to live with you?" she asks, my head leaning down to rest my forehead on hers.

"I want you to live with me. I want you to travel with me. Hell, I never want you to leave my side," I say, her eyes looking at the ground.

She's silent and then her face breaks into more tears, my hands grabbing her face.

"I'm so scared," she cries, my hand holding her cheeks as I wipe away the tears.

"What are you scared about?" I ask, crouching to her level. She looks me in the eye and I can tell she's scared just by her eyes. She's petrified.

"It's going too fast Harry. Way too fast," she hiccups, my eyebrows furrowing together.

"I'm not asking you to marry me, Clara. I just want you to live with me so I can always be by your side," I say, her head burying in my chest.

"I'm eighteen, Harry. You're almost twenty three," she claims, and I shake my head.

"Clara, age has nothing to do with this. Feelings do. And I tell you, baby, I feel everything for you. Nothing anyone says will change that because you're the only girl I have on my mind and the only girl I care about. It's going to be okay," I promise, her small hands grabbing mine.

"I don't want to get hurt anymore," she whispers, my lips pressing to her lips. I just want to kiss her pain away.

"I'll try my hardest, beautiful," I whisper, pecking her lips one more time. I help her into the car and drive us to the mall, wanting to buy her everything she could possibly need in my house.

I buy so much, holding the bags for her. She knows by now that money isn't an issue, but if I could, I'd buy her the world. I'm so far in over my head with feelings for her that I don't care about anything but her.

"I like those," I hear her, turning around to see her standing in front of a jewelry store. I walk over and look over her shoulder, seeing a few necklaces.

"Which one?" I ask, her lips curving. She points to one, and I smile, the long bar showing a letter H with a diamond beside it.

"For you," I say, kissing her temple and walking in. I ask to see the necklace and Clara stands beside me, looking everything over. Then the necklace is handed to me and I tell Clara to turn. I smile as I put it on and I hand over my card, grabbing Clara's cheek and kissing her. She happily kisses me back and I smile at how happy she is.

"This is beautiful," she grins, and I smile.

"Not as beautiful as you," I wink, her laugh making me know I'm doing the right thing. Her arms wrap around my neck and I hug her, kissing her cheek.

When I get my card back, I take her to get a coffee and then we get to the car. I drive us home and she gets out once in the garage, her hands taking hold of some bags. I grab the rest and walk into the house behind her, but I stop when I see glass on the floor.

"Clara," I call, her body stopping. She drops her bags and rushes to my side when we see muddy footprints on the hardwood floor. I lift her up and run into the garage, calling the police. They get here in minutes, my arms holding Clara as we sit outside while they examine the house.

"I don't want to stay here," she whispers, my lips pressing to her forehead.

"We'll stay with my mom. We just gotta stay so I know what's going on. This shouldn't happen. I don't know why this keeps happening," I say, very irritated and frustrated. It feels like the world doesn't want me to be with anyone. It sucks.

I watch as two girls are escorted out of my house, my anger growing. An officer walks to me and explains the girls vandalized my room as well as attempted a robbery. They're keeping surveillance for the night and I tell them I'll stay elsewhere, Clara holding me close. I take her away from the scene and drive to my mom's, Clara running away and into the house.

As I walk in, her body is wrapped in my mom's arms. I go upstairs and get things ready for us and I hear my mom and Clara talking.

"It's okay. You have to understand that he's well-known and girls want him. He sings the way girls want and that makes them think he'll be with them. He's chosen you. It's okay," mom says, my eyes looking and seeing her hands holding Clara's cheeks to wipe the tears.

"I just like him so much but the fans... their hurting us," she cries, my heart breaking.

"He wants to be with you Clara. He's never been this way with anyone. I know you're scared, but he'll make sure you're safe. I promise," my mom says, my lips curving. It's true.

I walk closer and my mom hugs me, then I grab onto Clara's hand. Her body curls into mine and I hug her close to me. Nothing matters but making sure she's okay.

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