A/N: I'm glad that people liked my first one-shot. So I did this one last night, whilst I was listening to my IPOD (should have been studying) and the song 'Please don't go' by Mike Posner came on. So I decided to write this, haha. My twin sister is a die-hard Eclare fan, so she hates it that I ship Flare. Oh well, I think they would be supa dupa cute! Enjoy.

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Please Don't Go:

After brushing her teeth, Clare returned to her bedroom and was prepared to head off to bed. A sudden tapping at her window startled her and she glanced towards the drawn curtains. There had to be a reasonable explanation for the sound and Clare settled on the wind being at fault. Yes, it was the wind that was probably knocking a tree branch against the glass pane. When the tapping came again, Clare walked cautiously towards her window.

"It's only the wind." She assured herself as she grasped the fabric of her curtains. Instantly she tugged them open and was welcomed to the sight of a face. Clare stumbled back and her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the scream that had failed to come out. When the familiar boy on the other side of the glass grinned at her, she furrowed her brows. Walking to the window, she unhooked the lock and pushed the glass open.

"Fitz, you scared me." Clare said softly as she placed a hand over her quickened heartbeat. He only smirked in response as he stepped into her room.

"Sorry babe." He chuckled as he walked past her and stood in the center of her neat bedroom.

"Is everything okay?" She asked with concern as she hugged her shown arms. He gave a quick glance to the door and then turned back to face her.

"Is your dad asleep?" He asked quietly and Clare nodded. Suddenly a mischievous smile spread across his face. He took a seat on her bed and began to remove his timberlands.

"Hey, you didn't answer my question." Clare smirked and Fitz ceased his actions. His once cheerful grin began to fade away and this worried Clare.

"My mom locked me out." He said and Clare gasped gently.

"That's terrible." she said with evident concern.

"She changed the locks because she's tired of my antics. She probably thinks it'll do me some good to survive on my own for a while." He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. Clare's lips parted as she went to his side and took the free spot next to him.

"Where does she expect you to go?" Clare asked with disbelief.

"I don't know, but I'll figure something out." He explained, giving her a reassuring smile. Clare only crossed her arms with an apprehensive look.

"I was wondering if I could crash the night here." He explained cautiously and Clare's blue eyes softened.

"Of course you can." She smiled.

"Cool."

He took off his navy hooded sweater and tossed it to the ground. He knew the protocol and was prepared to sleep on the floor but Clare stopped him.

"My bed is big enough for the both of us." she stated sheepishly and Fitz's azure eyes brightened.

"You want me to sleep with you?" He asked with a teasing tone and Clare blushed.

"Not like that!" She exclaimed quietly and Fitz only let out a hushed chuckle.

"I'm only joking." He smiled enjoying her flushed cheeks. Clare hit him softly with a pillow as he joined her in the cozy confinements of her comforter. As he reclined down and allowed his head to rest on the white pillow, he watched attentively as Clare turned off the nearby lamp on her dresser. Soon it was only the silver reflected light of the moon that lit her bedroom. She laid down facing him and they were left to gaze at one another.

With his persistent stare, Clare couldn't hide her visible blush.

"What?" She asked and he only shook his and offered her a smile.

"It's just that…you look really cute." He beamed and Clare scoffed as she gave him a light shove.

"What are talking about? I'm in my pyjamas, with no make-up on." she stated. Fitz placed one hand on her waist and scooted in closer, until they were inches apart. His warm breathe tickled her skin.

"That is why you look so damn irresistible." He assured, moving in for a kiss but Clare backed away a bit and he gave her a questioning look.

"Fitz, what are going to do? You're technically homeless." Clare uttered and Fitz sighed.

"Don't worry about it Clare, I can take care of myself…I'm a big boy." He proclaimed with slight sarcasm near the end. Clare huffed as she lightly traced her delicate finger down his nose, to the tip, and then gently over his lips. Why did he always try to act like such a tough guy?

"I wish I could sneak you into the house and let you stay here. I could hide you in my room." She laughed. Personally, she was beginning to despise the 'no boys in the house' rule.

"Then I would be your dirty little secret?" Fitz inquired as he gave her a brazen smirk.

"No one has to know." She whispered, and he pulled her in, pressing his lips against hers. He hugged her waist with his hand and brought her body closer to his. Kissing was okay, it was something she was comfortable with. It was when Fitz's hand unconsciously began to travel upwards that Clare pulled away.

"Sorry." He apologized. Clare only shook her head as she blushed.

"No, it's alright." she assured him but he couldn't help the aggravated sigh that escaped his lips. Clare sat up a bit, perching herself up on her forearm.

"What's the matter?" She asked with furrowed brows. He laid flat on his back and placed his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm in my girlfriend's bed and she's wearing thin strawberry-printed pyjamas and smells like vanilla. This is the beginning of a wet dream." He said truthfully and when he caught sight of her widened eyes and flushed face, he chuckled.

"Sorry." He apologized again.

"No I get it. Am I making you uncomfortable?" Clare smiled mischievously and he shot her a playful glare. She slowly brought her hand up and began to trace circles into the fabric of his black short-sleeved shirt.

"Too bad we have to wait." She added as she showed her other hand and wiggled the finger that was ringed with a silver band. Fitz rolled his eyes and faced her.

"Maybe it would help if you weren't such a tease." He countered. Clare was just about to give him a piece of her mind, before his eyes glanced up at her digital alarm clock and saw what time it was.

"There's school tomorrow; I don't want to keep you up." He said looking back at her and she raised her brow.

"But we need to talk about your situation." Clare pointed out.

"We can do it tomorrow, okay. Don't worry about it…just go to sleep." He instructed and Clare sighed at his stubbornness. They moved in closer and Clare was snuggly pressed against his warm chest. His chin rested on the top of her head, with his arms around her.

He didn't want her to worry about him. That was the last thing she needed.

Clare was already pressured with school, the honour roll and was going through a lot with her parents' divorce and Fitz knew that. So he brushed his problems aside and made them appear insignificant. He didn't want to alarm her with his own fears. Truth be told, Fitz was petrified. He had no plan and no idea where he was going to go.

He felt just has lost and concerned. He wasn't ready for the next day and found that running from tomorrow seemed to calm his nerves. The best way was by staying in Clare's bed, holding her. Everything seemed right like this, perfect in fact. He glanced back up at the clock and it read 11:14 pm.

He could feel her soft breathes and he realized that she was already asleep. He fought off his own urge to sleep, not wanting to leave the moment. He blinked his eyes a few times and for a split second shut them. Too bad it was in that instance sleep claimed him.

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The sun began to creep in through the windows and into Clare's bedroom. Fitz cracked opened his eyes, only to be welcomed to sunrise's glow and the digital numbers of the clock reading, 5:07. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eye with the palm of his hand. He looked around momentarily before gazing down to the sleeping girl beside him. He smikred before proceeding to slide out of the bed and shift his weight but a small hand grasped his wrist.

"Please don't go." Clare's inaudible voice whispered. Her sleepy blue eyes looked up at him and he only smiled at her dishevelled curls and brushed her untamed bangs out of her eyes.

"Go back to sleep bed-head." He stated quietly with amusement in his voice. In her impressionable state, she did just that and pulled the comforter closer to her. He slowly placed his timberlands back on and stood up, ensuring not to wake her. Picking up his jacket, he slipped it on and walked over to the window. Before he left, Fitz took one last glance at Clare and smiled. He wished he could just stay in her bed and not have to start another day but he realized he couldn't run away from tomorrow. It would always catch up to him.