Longing for you

My finger tapped on the driving wheel nervously and I thought about calling her. She was already fifteen minutes over our arranged time and I really wanted to see her face. Rosy bubbled something in her car chair and I turned to face her on the backseat.

“We´re partners in crime now, young lady”, I said to her and she only gave me a giggling smile. She found this funny, I felt sick for what I had done or better hadn´t done.

Pushing her away from me and stopping the kiss right from the very beginning. The clouds didn´t looked good since they were colored in a dark gray and hang really deep in the sky above us.

It would start to rain every minute and Clary was still nowhere to be seen. Somehow I started to worry really badly and I knew that it was owed to what happened to her that night on her way home from the pharmacy or the day after she had kissed me at the party and this guy at school had squeezed her arm so badly that she got a blue bruise on that spot the next day.

Her body was just so tiny and she didn´t really had any chance, if someone would lay a hand on her. My mind created the most horrible scenarios and I already saw her laying somewhere on a street, abused and covered in blood as she suddenly crept into my view.

Her face turned into a huge smile as she spotted my car and that was the moment the first raindrops started to bang on the roof of it.

The clouds suddenly started to pour and the world outside the window disappeared in a wet, unclear notion of an unrealistic reality and the station suddenly started to play “It will rain” by Bruno Mars which made me let out a laugh since it was too cliched to be true.

Clary looked like a drawn figure as she ran to the car and finally hopped in on the passenger seat. Water dripped down her clothes and onto my seating, but her messy blonde hair made it more than just okay.

“Hey”, she breathed and I leaned over the interior of the car to be able to kiss her. Her lips were wet from the rain outside and her hair tickled in my nose.

The whole air around her smelt like her perfume which she always applied on it. I had always asked myself why she did it, but now I knew and I was happy about it.

My hands found the way to her hair and I pulled her even closer. She let out a surprised moan, but gave me the entrance my tongue asked for and I slipped my tongue along her line of teeth as my hands traveled down her back to grab her ass and place her on my lap.

Her legs instinctive pulled around my torso and she let her cold finger wander down my jaw line down over my chest to the end of my shirt.

Her finger moved the shirt up and played with the neckband of my boxers. My hands kind of started to do the same with her shirt and I was about unclip her bra as he phone suddenly buzzed somewhere near my growing erection.

I finally took deep breaths and my lungs started to fill with air again. Her breathing was just as heavy as mine and she tried to climb back on her seat.

“No, no, no!”, I said and pulled her closer to me and she faintly bumped into me.

“Harry there´s a kid in this car”, she laughed and I turned my head to take a look at Rosy who still sat in her backseat her eyes consciously on the two of us.

“She can´t understand what´s going on”, I shrugged my shoulders and kissed her again. Soon after I did I felt a smile on her lips under mine.

“Oh God, Harry! I won´t give her a childhood trauma, confusing her untouched mind with dirty and smutty adult stuff”, she laughed and pulled her shirt back down before she tried to fix her hair which had been kind of messy from my hands in it.

“Just called it by it´s name: sex. You don´t want viewers while doing it”, I guessed and she laughed even louder.

“We´re in your car, Harry. On a parking lot in front of my new school and Rosy is not really a ”, she said and I smirked at her.

“No real reason for me to stop taking of these clothes of you.”

“Harry!”, she protested as I tried to grab her clothes.

“Can we please displace this to later?”, she asked and I sighed deeply.

“You´re just lucky that Rosy´s here”, I let her know and she chuckled over my comment. Still giggling she pulled out her phone and took a look at the text she got. Her giggle slowly died and instead her face turned into a face and frustrated mask.

“Everything´s alright?”, I asked her and she nodded with a fake smile.

“Everything´s fine”, she answered, but I could tell she was lying to me. After some short discussion with myself I decided to leave it alone because she would tell me, when she was ready for it.

“Can we just pick up some fast food on our way home?”, she asked and Rosy cheered happily in her back seat at the word food and made the both of us laugh.

“Sure”, I agreed and started the car. Again her view fell out of the windscreen and she looked sad. All I wanted to do was make her happy again.

Clary`s POV:

My finger found his neckband of his boxers and they started to fumble on them as I enjoyed what we were doing right now.

Harry´s hand moved under my shirt as well and they slowly made their way up to my bra clipper, but just as I felt like I could hear the snap of it every second my phone buzzed in my jeans somewhere near to his little friend.

The sound got me back to reality. We made out. In his car and in front of everybody who came along us on their way over the parking lot. And then there was Rosy who still sat in the back, making some bubbly noises every now and then.

Our lips left each other and I could finally take some deep breaths before I decided to get back on the passenger seat.

“No, no, no!”, Harry suddenly said and pulled me back with grabbing my hips and forcing me to get back to our position. Me on his lap.

“Harry there´s a kid in this car”, I laughed and he took a short look at her before he said: “She can´t understand what´s going on.”

He only shrugged his shoulders and pressed his lips on mine again. At first I wanted to give in so badly, but somehow my mind won the war inside me this time. But I couldn´t help it than to smile under his kiss.

“Oh God, Harry! I won´t give her a childhood trauma, confusing her untouched mind with dirty and smutty adult stuff”, I told him and tried to get all my clothing back to where it actually belonged and fix my messy blonde curls.

“Just called it by it´s name: sex. You don´t want viewers while doing it”, he stated and I had to laugh even more. He was such a silly.

“We´re in your car, Harry. On a parking lot in front of my new school and Rosy is not really a great viewer”, I told him , but I got a smirk as a response from him.

“No real reason for me to stop taking of these clothes of you.”

“Harry!”, I protested quickly as he tried to move my shirt up again.

“Can we please displace this to later?”, I questioned him and he sighed.

“You´re just lucky that Rosy´s here”, he said and I kind of had to chuckle about it. Remembering that I got a text I pulled out my phone to take a look at it. I felt my laugh die as I saw from who I got it from.

Zayn: I don´t know what happened last night, but I still remember you being there. I really have no idea why, but thank you , I guess. Even though I want you to stay away from me. Please, Clary.

“Everything´s alright?”, Harry asked me and I realized that I was not alone in here.

“Everything´s fine”, I answered, while I tried to come up with the biggest smile in history. I don´t think it worked since Harry looked like he wanted to ask something more, but he didn´t.

“Can we just pick up some fast food on our way home?”, I questioned him and Rosy squeezed happily as she heard the word food. God, she made both of us laugh by that and I forgot about Zayn for some seconds.

“Sure”, Harry agreed and started the car to get away from the parking lot. My eyes stared out of the windscreen and I tried to figure out what to do with Zayn. Decision. A hard decision.

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