Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Promises Or How Claire Caught Me Starring At Her Again (Harry's POV)

Hi everyone, I thought I could try something new and write a chapter from Harry's perspective. I have had this conversation between Harry and Claire's dad in my head for a while now and I am really happy with how it turned out. The Clarry shippers among you will love me. ;) All the love, as always, Summer xx

Harry's POV:

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I saw that Claire was still fast asleep in my arms. She looked so beautiful and peaceful as if nothing could harm her in anyway. I wish life really was like that sometimes. I gently pushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face, careful not to wake her up. She stirred in her sleep, a slight frown on her face and I quickly pulled back. Her eyelashes fluttered and then I was met with a pair of beautiful green eyes. "Morning, love." I greeted her and she smiled at me. "Morning." she yawned and stretched her arms above her head, making me chuckle.

"I don't want to get up." she groaned and pulled the duvet over her head. I poked my head underneath the blanket as well. "I'm afraid we can't stay in here forever, love." I said with a grin and she stuck her tongue out and pushed the duvet back, sitting up in the process. She looked cute in the mornings with her hair sticking up into the air, her face without a trace of makeup which she didn't really need anyway, and her eyes still a little red from the sleep. She cleared her throat and I realised that I had been starring at her. "Is there something on my face?" she asked with a hint of concern in her voice, her hands wiping over her face, and I immediately shook my head. "No, no, you look fine. I just thought how beautiful you are." I explained and she blushed deeply. I didn't understand how she didn't see how beautiful she really was.

"Thanks." she said quietly and I raised an eyebrow at her. "Claire Winters is actually accepting a compliment? What's happening to the world?" I asked her teasingly and she rolled her eyes and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up, only to stumble into her chest of drawers a second later. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing and tried to look as innocent as possible. Claire slowly turned her head around to look at me with a stern look on her face. "Don't." she told me with a look which told me to shut up. I held my hands up in defense and leaned back into the comfy pile of pillows, silently watching her gather together her things.

"You are starring again." came Claire's muffled voice from the inside of her closet where she was searching for something. I grinned to myself and admired her butt which she was presenting to me at the moment. "Just admiring the view. And you can't say that for sure, love. You have your head stuck in a closet and as far as I am aware you don't have any eyes at the back of your head." She emerged from the inside of her closet and glared at me, but her eyes were twinkling with amusement so I knew that she wasn't seriously mad at me. "I felt your eyes on my butt, Styles and don't even try to deny it, your face gives it all away." I smirked at her and send her a cheeky grin. "In my defense, I am a man and you have an exceptionally well formed bum, Ms Winters." She shook her head at me and then took her things and left the room to take a shower, leaving me behind in her old bedroom.

After I had taken a quick shower as well, we both went downstairs where her parents were already sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Martha jumped up as soon as she saw us and scurried over to the kettle to make us some tea. "Morning, mum, morning, dad." Claire greeted her parents and gave her father a kiss on the cheek whose whole face lit up at this gesture. I greeted him as well and then walked over to Martha. "Morning, love." she greeted me and I smiled at her. "Good morning. Here, let me do this. You go and sit back down and enjoy your breakfast, alright?" She shook her head, reminding me a lot of Claire when she was trying to stop me from spending money on her. "No, no, no, no. You are the guest, Harry!" she protested. I gently pushed her out of the way and guided her back towards the kitchen table, pulling out the chair for her. Richard shot me an approving look and Claire smiled at me and walked over to help me.