clueless-harry - Tumblr blog

clueless-harry · 3 years ago

Text

Loved it

Hi! This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction, and I decided to use an OC. I present to you, miss Clara Corbyn, my baby. Kind of playing it safe and put a lot of myself into her, so yeah. Please be kind! I do intend to make a part 2 if things go well. Thank you!

Word count is 2.4k

————————————————————————————————— “Took you long enough, huh?” Michael said as he helped her with her luggage into the lift. Clara all but let her bag plomp into the floor, pressed number 3, and watched the doors close before answering.

“Listen, this is very heavy and I really don’t want to play the gender card, so please shut it.” Clara rolled her eyes, letting a sigh escape.

“Not this,” Michael scoffed. His shoulder-length hair was falling and sticking to his forehead a bit because of the sweat, having forgotten the band that kept it away. “Moving to London, closer to me, that’s what I meant.”

“Ah, yeah. Glad you think so. I didn’t want you to think I used me splitting with who shall not be named, as an excuse to come here.” She pursed her lips and leaned her head on the wall so she could be looking straight at her father. “I was planning to do this sooner, you know? But I guess this was just the push I needed.”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Couldn’t you pick a less painful push?”

The lift opened its doors and they began pushing out the luggage. Clara let out a sarcastic sound.

“Look who’s talking” Michael glared at her. “Guess it’s in our DNA!” She smiled big, trying to make little of the situation.

“Maeve” He pointed the keys to her new flat at her. She let her arms down in defeat as she watched her father open the doors and proceed to take her belongings inside. Michael always uses her middle name when he wants her to shut up. It’s not that she hated it, she just didn’t like to use it.

She closed the door behind her. The flat was nice. It was small but it had everything she needed, one room, one bathroom, a decent living room, and a kitchen big enough for her to cook comfortably. A good start. Her father had a friend of a friend who knew of somebody’s son giving up the place, you know, connections. After spending three weeks after her arrival in the city living with her father, which she didn’t mind (She didn’t have to cook!), she finally gathered up the guts to move on her own.

Thing is, Clara had never been alone.

She grew up with her parents in Spain until she was twelve when they divorced. Michael went back to England after giving it much, much thought and she stayed there with her mother, Elena. She always kept in touch with her father and by the time she was fourteen, she had done the flight from Barcelona to London enough times to not need a flight attendant by her side anymore. It was quite expensive anyway. Flash forward to twenty, meeting Josep, loving him, moving in with him, getting engaged after four years, everything’s lovely, his friends are her friends and vice-versa, blah blah blah. Long story short, he was cheating the last year of the relationship. Yes, the whole year. That was five months ago, Clara went back to her mother’s house and slept with her for the entirety of the first four months, kicking her step-father to her old bedroom, because she doesn’t like sleeping alone. She despises it. When the fifth month started, she finally told her father her plans, and he was more than happy to help. Within a week she was already by his side, eager to getaway.

Now, aged twenty-four, she was living alone for the first time.

“Who’s coming to this thing anyway?” Clara spoke, not wanting to think too much.

“What thing?”

“This welcome party, as you like to call it”

“Ah. Grandma, your uncle Paul, but that little fucker should’ve been helping us right now, so don’t really count on him to show up” Clara laughed at that, she knew her father’s brother was known to be a bit of a black sheep in the family. She loved him lots. “Well you know, the family ‘cause everyone’s very excited to have you here for good. Oh… and some friends from work.”

Clara hummed. “Famous friends?” Her father made a sound.

Michael worked for Sony Music Entertainment, which meant he often met with musicians and artists from the labels. Famous people. Clara’s father was the type of person who fell into the category of a very social person. Seriously social. He made friends everywhere he went, even from standing in the queue for something.

“I mean…yeah, probably.” He scratched the back of his head with his hand. “Remember not to call them famous though.”

Clara let out a laugh. “Of course, I won’t. I know not to embarrass myself. At least now I know”. She murmured.

“Shut up, we do not feel sorry for ourselves” He sighed. “I’ll help you get everything in order here, then you should take a shower and put makeup on or something, I don’t know, you look terrible”

“Thanks, father, that really helped your jet-lagged daughter” She rolled her eyes.

“What the fuck are you talking about? The 3-hour flight you took like, three weeks ago? You should come up with better excuses.”

“Shut up”

***

The fucking phone kept on ringing. What was so important that it couldn’t wait?

Opening her eyes slowly, her arm went to find the phone. “Yeah?”

“Oh goodness, were you sleeping?”

“Huh?” Clara was still pretty disoriented.

“Claire!” At the sound of the name, her eyes widened. Only Louise Corbyn would use the english version of her name. Usually just to piss her off. She hated when people translated names.

“Nana” She sat up. “Hi! Hello! How are you?”

“How am I?” She scoffed. “Waiting for you, that’s how I am. You were supposed to be here at 8 pm, sharp”

Oh no. She checked her phone. 8:37 pm. She really should stop these naps.

“Well, who doesn’t like the fashionable late thing?” She tried.

“Claire, there’s no such thing as fashionably late. That’s just rude and irresponsible.” She sighed. “Come here right now, people are supposed to arrive at 9.”

Clara ran her hand through her face. “Alright, see you soon.”

When she hung up, her body inevitably went back to the bed. She wasn’t looking forward to this party. Meeting people wasn’t a problem, she just knows what’s waiting for her. People asking her if she remembers them from when she was a fucking baby, what brought her permanently to the city, what is she gonna do, what did she study, etc. She of course knows how to be polite and not stutter. Her father being the type of person he is, introduced her to people all the time they spent together when she was little when she was in London. It doesn’t make it any better though.

She connected her phone to the charger and got up and went to put on at least a bit of mascara and more decent clothes.

It would be a great night.

***

“Oh my God, Clara! Look how big you are!”

Oh well.

“Hello!” Clara put on her biggest smile and approached the woman who didn’t ring a fucking bell in her head.

“You probably don’t remember me! I met you when you were like this” The woman moved her hand down and separated it just a bit from the ground. Clara laughed.

“I’m so sorry!” She jokingly said. The woman laughed.

“Anyways! How’s Elena? I haven’t seen her since forever!”

Clara nodded at the mention of her mother “Oh she is okay. A bit sad about me leaving but she’s working on it” She chuckled. The woman smiled.

“I guess she’ll come visit you sometime, right? Gimme a ring when she does so I can see her after all these years!”

Clara smiled and nodded. “Sure! I’ll make sure of it!” She said, knowing very well that her mother couldn’t care less about this woman or London.

When they said goodbye another person came by and so and so. She felt overwhelmed but knew very well that this was just the beginning. Things will fall into normal once she is no longer Michael’s daughter who just arrived in town.

It was 11:15 pm when she found herself alone for the first time in hours, secluded in a little corner. It was exhausting having to introduce yourself so many times and having to say something in Spanish when they found out where she was from.

Now, this is the part when things get messy.

“Hi, excuse me?” She heard from behind. Her stare was pinned somewhere in the grass from her father’s backyard, thinking too hard, which is why she was startled by the sound. He looked apologetic. “Sorry!”

She shook her head. “It’s no problem” She smiled at him. “Yeah?”

“Uh, was wondering where the loo is?” He was holding a glass with what seemed to be whiskey, but his words weren’t slurred. He was keeping the door to the backyard open with his arm, half of his body outside.

“Sure, the first door you see at your right inside” He smiled and mumbled his gratitude before going.

Clara sighed and frowned. Was that Harry Styles? Did he really choose to ask her instead of one of the many people who were already inside?

Shut up, you do this every time. Do not overthink the little things.

She kept on drinking her white wine and taking a break from the people inside. She would have to go back in soon.

She didn’t expect him to come back.

“Aren’t you cold out here?” Harry returned and asked, a smile on his face.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “I’ll go back in a minute. Was just taking a break from the people,” she explained.

He hummed. “Are you Michael’s daughter?” When she nodded with a tight smile, he stretched his hand out. “I’m Harry, nice to meet you”

“Clara,” she said as she shook his hand for a second, then letting it go. “Nice to meet you”

“Mike was very excited for everyone to meet you, his pride and joy, he said.” He smiled when she laughed.

“That…is very embarrassing,” Clara said while shaking her head.

“I think it’s sweet.” His eyes crinkled when he smiled, she didn’t know how something that simple fascinated her. That was a red flag. “So, permanently in London?”

She drank and nodded. “Yeah, that’s the plan.”

“From Spain?”

“Uh-huh. Barcelona, specifically.”

“Oh! I love it there! I try to go out as much as I can whenever I’m there for work. Mike always brags about his time living there.” She smiled and looked down.

“That sounds like him.”

“May I ask why?”

She frowned. “Well…he’s very cocky, a bit arrogant if you ask me-”

“No, no…” He was laughing lightly. “Why did you leave? I would probably prefer Barcelona if I could speak spanish.”

She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. “Oh, god, don’t tell my dad I said that,” they smiled. “Well, a bad breakup with this guy, I guess.” She looked up at him. “Cliché, huh?”

“Someone should make a movie for you.” He nodded, making her chuckle. “And what do you do? I mean, for a living?”

“Oh, I studied international trade.”

“That sounds fancy.”

“Maybe just the clothes, you know” Clara smiled. “And you?”

“Eh, I sing.” She lifted her glass to take a sip while nodding and humming, wide eyes. He laughed. “Were you just being polite?”

“I definitely was.”

Both spent a good twenty minutes just chatting when a group of people went outside for a smoke break, which Clara took as a sign to get back inside. She’s spent a month now without smoking, and she’s proud.

He followed her inside. This would be fun.

***

And it was, indeed, very fun. Clara hadn’t felt like this since the beginning of her past relationship. Butterflies in her tummy, head a bit dizzy, flirting. God, the flirting. How long has it been until tonight that she flirted? Being stuck in a monotone relationship for so long took that away from her.

Harry was not much different. Laughing through an entire conversation it’s something he does with his friends, he didn’t think that would be the case with Clara Corbyn. He only let her go when she had to be introduced to more people, and their eyes still found each other. She eventually came back to him, drinking more and laughing more, never running out of conversation. They felt so alive when none of them had been feeling like that for quite some time. Both coming out of serious relationships, both trying to learn how to be alone.

This is why they shouldn’t be kissing in the same secluded corner they first met. This is why Clara shouldn’t be saying bye-bye! to her father and taking Harry home. Sneakily, of course.

But Clara likes to make mistakes.

***

The first thought that went through Harry’s mind was ‘why is my arm so fucking numb?’

Then he realized that this wasn’t his room. Hell, it wasn’t even his house as far as he was concerned, if the lack of decoration or sign that someone lived there was any indication.

He only started remembering when the taste of some kind of herbal shampoo was being introduced to his tongue when he tried to open his mouth. It was Clara’s hair, because of course, there she was, naked just like him with only a blanket over them, boxes all around the room, and a sole mirror, waiting to be hanged somewhere.

Memories from last night started flooding in. Kisses. Kisses everywhere, his face, his neck, her neck, mouth against mouth. The kitchen counter first and later came the bedroom. He involuntarily smiled. And that’s how Clara found him when she turned around.

“What is it?” She growled.

“Well, good morning then.”

She just closed her eyes again. He laughed and tried again.

“My arm is numb.”

With a big sigh, she lifted her body so he could retire his arm. “Crybaby.”

“M’not! You try sleeping like that the whole night.”

She turned around, so now they were facing each other on their sides. She smiled cheekily. “I mean… not the whole night:”

“God, you’re on fire this morning aren’t you?”

“Always am!”

When both of them were ready and bathed, she decided a conversation about their activities last night should ensue.

Drinking her coffee, she started.

“So…last night”

He hummed and looked straight into her eyes, eyebrows raised high. What a stupid handsome face.

“…Did you like it?” She continued.

What the fuck. What the fuck Clara? What is your problem? Who says that after a one-night stand? This would be a great time to hug him while you’re at it, right?!

He laughed and kept looking at her for a good 3 seconds before speaking. “Loved it.”

Yes but, wasn’t there someone who said that mistakes were good, after all?

#icymi #<3

20 notes · View notes

clueless-harry · 3 years ago

Text

Loved it

Word count is 2.4k

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Took you long enough, huh?” Michael said as he helped her with her luggage into the lift. Clara all but let her bag plomp into the floor, pressed number 3, and watched the doors close before answering.

“Listen, this is very heavy and I really don’t want to play the gender card, so please shut it.” Clara rolled her eyes, letting a sigh escape.

Michael rolled his eyes. “Couldn’t you pick a less painful push?”

The lift opened its doors and they began pushing out the luggage. Clara let out a sarcastic sound.

“Look who’s talking” Michael glared at her. “Guess it’s in our DNA!” She smiled big, trying to make little of the situation.

She closed the door behind her. The flat was nice. It was small but it had everything she needed, one room, one bathroom, a decent living room, and a kitchen big enough for her to cook comfortably. A good start. Her father had a friend of a friend who knew of somebody’s son giving up the place, you know, connections. After spending three weeks after her arrival in the city living with her father, which she didn't mind (She didn't have to cook!), she finally gathered up the guts to move on her own.

Thing is, Clara had never been alone.

Now, aged twenty-four, she was living alone for the first time.

“Who’s coming to this thing anyway?” Clara spoke, not wanting to think too much.

“What thing?”

“This welcome party, as you like to call it”

Clara hummed. “Famous friends?” Her father made a sound.

“I mean...yeah, probably.” He scratched the back of his head with his hand. “Remember not to call them famous though.”

Clara let out a laugh. “Of course, I won’t. I know not to embarrass myself. At least now I know”. She murmured.

“Thanks, father, that really helped your jet-lagged daughter” She rolled her eyes.

“What the fuck are you talking about? The 3-hour flight you took like, three weeks ago? You should come up with better excuses.”

“Shut up”

***

The fucking phone kept on ringing. What was so important that it couldn’t wait?

Opening her eyes slowly, her arm went to find the phone. “Yeah?”

“Oh goodness, were you sleeping?”

“Huh?” Clara was still pretty disoriented.

“Claire!” At the sound of the name, her eyes widened. Only Louise Corbyn would use the english version of her name. Usually just to piss her off. She hated when people translated names.

“Nana” She sat up. “Hi! Hello! How are you?”

“How am I?” She scoffed. “Waiting for you, that’s how I am. You were supposed to be here at 8 pm, sharp”

Oh no. She checked her phone. 8:37 pm. She really should stop these naps.

“Well, who doesn’t like the fashionable late thing?” She tried.

“Claire, there’s no such thing as fashionably late. That’s just rude and irresponsible.” She sighed. “Come here right now, people are supposed to arrive at 9.”

Clara ran her hand through her face. “Alright, see you soon.”

She connected her phone to the charger and got up and went to put on at least a bit of mascara and more decent clothes.

It would be a great night.

***

“Oh my God, Clara! Look how big you are!”

Oh well.

“Hello!” Clara put on her biggest smile and approached the woman who didn’t ring a fucking bell in her head.

“You probably don’t remember me! I met you when you were like this” The woman moved her hand down and separated it just a bit from the ground. Clara laughed.

“I’m so sorry!” She jokingly said. The woman laughed.

“Anyways! How’s Elena? I haven’t seen her since forever!”

Clara nodded at the mention of her mother “Oh she is okay. A bit sad about me leaving but she’s working on it” She chuckled. The woman smiled.

“I guess she’ll come visit you sometime, right? Gimme a ring when she does so I can see her after all these years!”

Clara smiled and nodded. “Sure! I’ll make sure of it!” She said, knowing very well that her mother couldn’t care less about this woman or London.

Now, this is the part when things get messy.

“Hi, excuse me?” She heard from behind. Her stare was pinned somewhere in the grass from her father's backyard, thinking too hard, which is why she was startled by the sound. He looked apologetic. “Sorry!”

She shook her head. “It’s no problem” She smiled at him. “Yeah?”

“Sure, the first door you see at your right inside” He smiled and mumbled his gratitude before going.

Clara sighed and frowned. Was that Harry Styles? Did he really choose to ask her instead of one of the many people who were already inside?

Shut up, you do this every time. Do not overthink the little things.

She kept on drinking her white wine and taking a break from the people inside. She would have to go back in soon.

She didn’t expect him to come back.

“Aren’t you cold out here?” Harry returned and asked, a smile on his face.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “I’ll go back in a minute. Was just taking a break from the people,” she explained.

He hummed. “Are you Michael’s daughter?” When she nodded with a tight smile, he stretched his hand out. “I’m Harry, nice to meet you”

“Clara,” she said as she shook his hand for a second, then letting it go. “Nice to meet you”

“Mike was very excited for everyone to meet you, his pride and joy, he said.” He smiled when she laughed.

“That...is very embarrassing,” Clara said while shaking her head.

“I think it’s sweet.” His eyes crinkled when he smiled, she didn't know how something that simple fascinated her. That was a red flag. “So, permanently in London?”

She drank and nodded. “Yeah, that’s the plan.”

“From Spain?”

“Uh-huh. Barcelona, specifically.”

“Oh! I love it there! I try to go out as much as I can whenever I’m there for work. Mike always brags about his time living there.” She smiled and looked down.

“That sounds like him.”

“May I ask why?”

She frowned. “Well…he’s very cocky, a bit arrogant if you ask me-”

“No, no…” He was laughing lightly. “Why did you leave? I would probably prefer Barcelona if I could speak spanish.”

She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. “Oh, god, don’t tell my dad I said that,” they smiled. “Well, a bad breakup with this guy, I guess.” She looked up at him. “Cliché, huh?”

“Someone should make a movie for you.” He nodded, making her chuckle. “And what do you do? I mean, for a living?”

“Oh, I studied international trade.”

“That sounds fancy.”

“Maybe just the clothes, you know” Clara smiled. “And you?”

“Eh, I sing.” She lifted her glass to take a sip while nodding and humming, wide eyes. He laughed. “Were you just being polite?”

“I definitely was.”

He followed her inside. This would be fun.

***

This is why they shouldn’t be kissing in the same secluded corner they first met. This is why Clara shouldn’t be saying bye-bye! to her father and taking Harry home. Sneakily, of course.

But Clara likes to make mistakes.

***

The first thought that went through Harry’s mind was ‘why is my arm so fucking numb?’

Then he realized that this wasn’t his room. Hell, it wasn’t even his house as far as he was concerned, if the lack of decoration or sign that someone lived there was any indication.

“What is it?” She growled.

“Well, good morning then.”

She just closed her eyes again. He laughed and tried again.

“My arm is numb.”

With a big sigh, she lifted her body so he could retire his arm. “Crybaby.”

“M’not! You try sleeping like that the whole night.”

She turned around, so now they were facing each other on their sides. She smiled cheekily. “I mean… not the whole night:”

“God, you’re on fire this morning aren’t you?”

“Always am!”

When both of them were ready and bathed, she decided a conversation about their activities last night should ensue.

Drinking her coffee, she started.

“So…last night”

He hummed and looked straight into her eyes, eyebrows raised high. What a stupid handsome face.

“...Did you like it?” She continued.

What the fuck. What the fuck Clara? What is your problem? Who says that after a one-night stand? This would be a great time to hug him while you’re at it, right?!

He laughed and kept looking at her for a good 3 seconds before speaking. “Loved it.”

Yes but, wasn’t there someone who said that mistakes were good, after all?

#harry styles #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles writing #harry styles blurb #harry styles x oc #hs fanfic #harry styles fluff #fanfic #spanish oc

20 notes · View notes