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Clara.

"I'm not letting you! No!" Harry yells, my head buried in my hands as I sit at the kitchen table.

"I need you to understand something, Harry. What happened...could have been horrible. You don't understand because you have no medical training," Anne says, my body jolting when I feel a hand on my back. I look up and Gemma signals for me to follow her, her hand taking mine.

"I think we need to talk," she says, my head nodding. We sit in the sunroom, her body beside mine.

"I want you to know that I say this with the best intentions," she says, and I feel my stomach turn. It's not a great start.

"So Harry doesn't think when it comes to girls he really likes," she says, my lips pressing together. "A lot of things follow him professing his love to girls. Some not that great."

"Why are you saying this?" I ask, not really wanting to hear this. But she takes my hand, eager to talk.

"Because I don't want you to get hurt. He can get reckless, and I need you to brace yourself," she says, my eyebrows furrowing.

"Since the two of you have had sex, there's a potential this thought is instilled that he won't think to use protection. He has it in his mind that he will be a father to your children. Trust me, Clara, he's talked about it to me."

I just shake my head. "I don't want to talk about this."

She sighs, urging me to let her continue. "I don't want him to get hurt either, you know. He doesn't deserve anymore pain."

"And you don't think I don't deserve pain?!" I yell, her eyes widening. I've finally grown courage.

"I've been through hell and back this year and you think I want to hear you talk about this? No, I don't! He's the first thing that's made me happy and I can't believe you have the audacity to tell me I should leave him. To what you are inferring, it's clear to see you think I'm going to ruin his life, but I'm sorry. He means everything to me and I won't leave him. As long as he doesn't hurt me, just as I won't hurt him," I say, glaring at her before walking out of the house.

Tears fall down my face and I run to the park, sitting on a swing. I'm hurt at Gemma's words. She's so out of line in saying such things, and I'm horrified they're going to try and convince Harry to leave me.

"You know, the games they play suck," I hear Harry say, my head lifting and looking around. I turn my body and he's standing in front of me, leaning against the slide.

"They still see me as this naïve little boy, too afraid of me growing up. I have worlds more experience on my sister, and my mom just doesn't want me to throw my life away. But you're changing my life, Clara, but I don't mind it one bit," he says, taking a seat on the swing beside me. He grabs my hand and kisses my fingers, my eyes falling to my feet.

"S-She said you want to intentionally get me pregnant," I tell him, his eyes widening.

"Fuck," he groans, "she twisted my damn words."

I frown, looking at him. He sighs and looks up at me. "I said, when the time is right for both of us, I'd like to take our relationship further. Whether that's having children or...potentially getting married, I see my future with you. They don't, because they think I'm too young, but we know that. It's not like we're going to do all of this tomorrow. Our relationship still needs time," he explains, my eyes looking into his. He smiles softly and I feel my heart beating again.

"You want me that much?" I ask, his smile growing.

"You're still in disbelief; it's cute. Of course, beautiful. I love you and I've never it said it with so much meaning before. I'm so fucking in love with you Clara," he breathes out, my body rushing into his arms. He hugs me, holding me on his lap.

I feel his lips press against my jaw and he holds me close. His eyes look up at me and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Will you do something for me?" he whispers, my head turning so my forehead rests on him. My hand cups his cheek and I nod, his nose brushing mine.

"Promise me you won't listen to any of that. The people that don't want me to be with you...they don't know about us. You're it for me; I know it," he whispers, my lips pressing to his. He pecks my lips and I pull away, his hands holding me closely.

"I trust you, Harry. I love you," I whisper, kissing him again.

We stay a few minutes longer and we get up to go to his car. He drives us to his house and parks in the garage, but I climb onto his lap before we get out. He hugs me close and I laugh when he starts to kiss my cheeks.

"You know why I do this?" he asks, continuing to peck my cheeks.

"No," I laugh, holding him close.

"Because I love your laugh more than anything. You're so beautiful," he whispers, my smile growing at him. He hugs me, pecking my lips.

"I love you," I beam, his lips pecking mine once more. He lifts me up and carries me into the house, his head resting on mine.

We sit on the couch and watch TV together, his arms cradling me in his lap. He kisses my temple and I close my eyes, holding his hands.

"Promise me you'll make sure you're always happy," he whispers in my ear, softly splaying kisses along my ear and jaw.

"I promise. You keep it too," I say, his hands moving to cover my stomach. I set my hands over them and he continues kissing my skin. It makes me smile and he hugs me closer, burying his nose in my hair. He kisses my head and I smile, relaxing onto him.

I feel myself being lifted up and I realize I had fallen asleep, Harry carrying me in his arms.

"Just sleep," he whispers, my eyes closing again.

I'm laid in bed and I feel Harry undressing me, my eyebrows furrowing. Then he takes his shirt off and puts it over his head, my body adorning his tee. He lays beside me and extends his arm against the mattress, my body curling up beside him.

"You'll always be safe with me," he whispers to me, making it the perfect lullaby to fall asleep to.

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