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Clara's P.O.V

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asks me when I calm down. I shake my head, feeling nauseous and scared. My breathing is still fast and hitching.

"I-I'm f-fine," I shiver, suddenly cold. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Let me go get you a blanket, love," Harry offers. I grab his wrist.

"Please. Don't go," I whisper.

Harry's P.O.V

"Please. Don't go," she whispers, her eyes wide and scared and innocent. I nod and sit next to her, gathering her into my arms. No one has come yet, so either they didn't wake up, or they're giving her space. Either way, I'm grateful. Until Niall stumbles in. Of course I appreciate their concern, but the last thing Clara needs right now is all of us smothering her.

"Is everythin' alright?" Niall asks, looking at me.

"Yeah," I try to smile. "Can you get Clara a blanket? And try to keep everyone out of the room, okay? I don't want Clara to feel...uncomfortable. Okay?"

"Yeah, mate. No problem," Niall sighs and leaves the room to go get Clara a blanket, coming back a few seconds later with one of our fake fur blankets for when we are traveling to a cold place with bad heating. It happens.

"Thanks," I say gratefully before turning back to Clara. "Please, love. I hate seeing you like this."

"Why?" Clara whispers so quietly that I'm not sure that she really said it.

"What?"

"Why do you care, Harry? I mean, yeah, you 'care about all your fans', blah, blah, blah, but you don't do this," she motions to the space between us, "for all your fans. I'm sure plenty of your fans have gone through what I'm going through. I don't want to be someone's charity case."

"That's what you think this is? My charity case? Clara, I care because you are the first person in a long time to make me feel like I have to care. And as for why, I don't know, to be perfectly honest. I don't know why I have to have a reason, Clara," I narrow my eyes.

"Just...if this is going anywhere, I'd like to know before I make assumptions and get my heart broken, too," Clara croaks. I walk over to her and take her face in my hands, pressing my lips to hers insistantly.

"Does that answer your question?" I ask. She nods breathlessly and I chuckle slightly. "I care about you, Clara. I don't know why, but I don't care. I just do."

"I care about you, too," she mumbles. Then she catches me by surprise and leans in to meet my lips, which part slightly, allowing her tongue to meet mine.

She massages my tongue with hers and I push her back onto the bed, slowly crawling on top of her and making sure to use my hands to hold me up so that my weight doesn't crush her. My lips meet her again and I supress a quiet moan. She starts to take off my shirt, but I pull it down, taking a quick breath. "Clara, we need to take it slow. I don't want to do anything we might regret." She nods and her lips meet mine again. Her lips are soft and skilled as they move against mine. She's so perfect.

Niall's P.O.V

I stand in front of th door with Zayn, making sure that no one (or, more specifically, Louis) does anything that would bother Harry and Clara. I feel a little odd and I can't help but wonder if this is how Paul and everyone always feels when they have to protect us. Awkward...

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