I've Fallen for my Best Friend (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 8

HARRY's POV

Honestly, I can't eat. Just the thought of little cupcake being abused, just killed me. That guy is just some other jerks who doesn't know how to treat girls. I pushed my fettuccine around the plate.

"Babe?" Clara's tiny voice asked.

"Yeah?" I asked. She snapped me out of my trance. Her down orbs poured not mine.

"Promise me one thing," she whispered. "Prove me wrong, don't hurt me like Troy and C-Chad." She said, choked up.

"I promise." I whispered. I pulled her in for a hug, and kissed the top of her head.

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Once we got back to the hotel, everyone slipped into their pajamas. I washed my face and sighed. My eyes were bloodshot and my hair was a mess.

I walked out into the living room, or find Clara watching TV. She had her favorite pink polka dot pajama bottoms on with a white tank top.

She was focused on the TV. She was watching our old favorite show, Full House.

I sighed as the good memories, flooded back.

"Clara? It's getting late, come to bed. We have a long day tomorrow." I said.

"Hmm? Oh,okay. In a few minutes." She replied.

"Okay." I shrugged. I walked over to her side, slinging my arm around her shoulders.

CLARA ANN's POV

I leaned my head onto Harry's shoulder. I remember I wouldn't do this with Chad or Troy, because they never made me feel the way Harry did.

"Love? Where are we going tomorrow?" I asked

"Oh, we have rehearsals and a concert." He yawned.

"Alright." I replied.

And with that, I feel into a deep sleep in Harry's arms.

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I woke up and looked at the clock. It read 9:30c I yawned and got up.

Well, tried to.

I got up, only to be pulled back down by a pair of strong arms.Harry pulled me onto his lap, tickling me.

"Harry! Stop! I can't breathe!" I chuckled.

He released me from his grasp, and switched on the Telly.

"Haz? Can you check if anyone's up?" I asked.

I heard shuffling and footsteps. Then, Harry replied.

"No one is up." He replied.

I groaned. I decided to be the cook of the house, and make breakfast. I looked in the fridge, an took out the bacon, eggs, and pancake batter.

I turned the pans on, adding the grease. I dropped several pieces of bacon in one pan, and pancakes in another. I started to wink the eggs to perfection, before setting them down on another pan. I heard the sizzling of the grease, as I flipped over the pancakes and bacon. I turned off the stove and set all the food on plates. Niall came rushing through the door.

"FOOODDD!" He yelled.

"Ni! What the heck we were sleeping." Liam groaned.

"Niaaallllll!" Kristine groaned. She walked out with her hair was a mess and her eyes were bloodshot.

Before I could stop Niall, the door bell rang.

I walked over to it, and pulled open the door. There stood,