My eyes open at the sound of snores. I was face to face with Harry, his mouth slightly ajar and light snores escaping. He looked like a total different guy when he was asleep. That scowl that was permanent on his face was gone and his hair was blinding his face.

I put one hand on his cheek, running my thumb in circles. Different Harry. Different from the gang member. Different from the villian he says he is. I intertwine our legs together. Hopefully he won't wake up just yet. I've never had a real romantic moment like this. This was romantic, right?

"Clare..." Harry whispered. I hold my breath. He felt it! Oh God no. His eyes were still closed, though. Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up.

"Please, Clare. Oh my God." He moaned. Seriously? He was having a nasty dream about me? Truth was, I don't think anyone thought of me that way. I take my hand off his cheek, sitting up slowly. Romantic moment over. I have to use the loo. As I try to untangle myself from Harry, he tightened his legs. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back down.

"Don't leeeeeeeave me." He whined and cuddled close to me. I giggled and pulled the hair out of his face. He was still groggy from just waking up.

"I need to go to the bathroom, Harry." I tell him with a smile. He hugged me waist tight, refusing to let go. I wiggled free from his grip and rush across the hall to find the bathroom. I finally open the right door after walking into several different rooms.

I finish my buisness and decide on taking a shower. It's right here and it's most likely 8 am. Might as well. I open up the door to see a sleep Harry standing there with his arms crossed. His eyes were still half closed and his hair was in all different directions.

"Do you need to go?"

"No... I just wanted to make sure you weren't making a plan to escape out the window in there." He said shyly, scratching the back of his head. Then the truth dawned on me. This is morning Harry, not the real one. The real Harry is a gang member. I can't fall for this Harry.

"I'm not. I'm going to take a shower." I say, looking away from him and snaking around his body. Avoid all contact or I'll end up getting hurt. I can just see it now. I walk into Harry's room and pick out my outfit for the day. When I walk back to the bathroom, Harry was still standing there.

"I can take a shower on my own." I say a bit rudely. One second I'm thinking he is beautiful, the next im spitting like a snake at him. He nodded slowly and started walking away slowly.

"I'll go get you Starbucks, if you'd like." I hear him say but I close the door before I responded. Oh, Clare. What are you doing to the poor guy?

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Harry's P.O.V

What did I do to make her so angry at me. Was it because I wanted to cuddle when she had to use the loo? I don't think that would be the reason. Maybe it was that time of month... Might need to go shopping. I'll get her chocolate and Starbucks. Clare wouldn't be able to stay mad at me if I give her that. Maybe even flowers.


Clare is a special girl to me. I've never felt this way towards a girl before. I don't know if she notices but I think I make it really obvious. More romantic feelings than sexual, even though those are there too. i walk out the door and hop into my car. When I switch on the radio, some band was playing. Clare must have been fiddling with the stations

I pulled into the parking lot of the florist closest to Starbucks. When I walked in, a bell chimed. As I take off my jacket people stared at me. Ah yes, the tattoos and peircings. Not to mention I'm a gang member. Now I can't even shop for flowers. I look down so no one makes eye contact with me.

I decided to go with the prettiest flowers in the shop. I didn't exactly know which ones were prettier since they all looked like plain flowers to me but I needed to try for Clare. What is her favorite color? Pink? Purple? Oh well. Roses will due well. I walk passed people. A mother brought her son in close to her so he was away from me. Oh yeah. I'm definetly going to hurt the kid. I'm not that shallow.

"Anything specific you are looking for, sir?" An old lady asked, slowly making her way for me. I force a smile towards her. I stare at the different types of roses that were on display.

"I'm getting some flowers for a special girl but I can't decide between red or white." I say, ruffling my hair. The old florist smiles at me and walks behind the counter. What help she was.

"Come here now, boy." She said. I walk over to the counter slowly. She shows me a bouquet of red and white roses. I smiled for real at her. She turns around and hands me a box of chocolates.

"The choc-o-lates are on the house. This girl has to be very special to you." The way she said chocolate was cute. I put £5 on the counter and take the roses and chocolate from her.

"She is."

Notes

Hey!

Sorry about the wait

School is painfully painful

Hope you liked it

~Chelsea :) :) :) :)