John sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He watched Clara leave and shook his head, calling Donna in. They argued for over an hour, both of them shouting about Clara, her age and what he was doing repeating his same mistakes, how this would get him into trouble and how it would look in the papers. But he didn't give a shit. He hadn't noticed Clara was standing outside the room when he pointed at his sister and screamed that he was falling in love with Clara.

Clara heard that and she could have sworn that time had stopped for her, because it sure felt like that. She hurried for her desk, what she was about to tell him had been forgotten. Did he really mean that? He must have...but then again, what if he thought that and he was just infatuated with her? Yes, he was her boyfriend but even she had to admit that he could do better. She just put her head in her hands and tried not to think too much about it.

John swallowed and lowered his hand, rubbing his face as he let out a frustrated growl. Donna seemed to quieten down and she kept looking over her shoulder to check if Clara or anyone else had heard him. "Look Donna, just take over for a week okay? You know what you're doing, this is your business too."

Instead of interrupting them personally, like she could, she decide to ring his office's phone. "Boss, there's a clusterfuck in the studio. Make-up artists are arguing over which tone of blue the model should get. Fix that up, maybe?"

John sighed, rubbed his temple and glared at Donna, "Be right there. Thanks for the heads up, Miss Oswald." He said, hanging up the phone as he left Donna in his office. He smiled faintly at Clara as he walked past her and down to the studios.

Clara figured that she should really offer the woman some coffee, after all, that was practically in her job title. Make the visitor feel welcome and occasionally get them coffee. She squared her shoulders and knocked on the door, then opened it, pretending as if nothing earlier had happened. "Sorry, um, would you like some coffee?"

Donna looked up from John's desk and smiled politely, "That would be just wonderful Thank you, Clara. Black, no sugars, milk..." she nodded and went back to answering John's emails.

Clara nodded and went to get it just like that. John would literally fill it with sugar and she took it with none? It was weird to say the least. She took the coffee and delivered it to her, placing it on the desk and then heading for the door, already seeing John nearby.

John walked back towards Clara, a sigh escaping his lips as he rubbed in between his forehead and then pushed his hand through his thick grey hair, "Okay, everything is sorted. Donna has already made herself comfortable I see..."

Clara nodded and pointed with her thumb behind her, towards his office. "Yeah, got her a coffee and everything and it looks like you need coffee. There's some in the break room." She said as she walked past him to go to her desk.

He growled and shook his head, frustrated and stressed from the whole situation. John sighed and grabbed Clara's hand, pulling her towards a smaller room as he slammed the door. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, his face nuzzling into her neck. It was odd for him, he wasn't the sort to go for hugs.

She hesitantly wrapped her arms around him, wondering why he was doing that. He had never hugged her before despite the fact that they were quite physically close. "You are not dying, are you? Is this is how you tell me you are dying or something?" She said it as a joke but if she thought about it, it would explain how his sister was taking charge and they were leaving for a week... no, that was just the thoughts of an over-active brain.

John shook his head and pressed his lips to Clara's neck, his hands on her waist as he held her close to him, one of his hands reaching up to touch the back of her neck, moving her hair from her shoulder, "I'm not dying, shut up."

"Okay, not dying, got it." She nodded and started tracing circles on his back. She gulped and was about to ask more question but remembered he had told her to shut up. So she would listen to him...for now.

John took a deep breath and squeezed Clara tighter, "Hugging is a great way to hide your face..." He said quietly, starting to breathe heavily.

She squeezed him tight in return, he was worrying her. As he started breathing heavily, she feared he was going to start crying. "It is." She kissed his shoulder.

"Alright, darling?"

John slowly pulled away from Clara and touched her cheeks with both of his hands, his face inches from hers, "I'm fine…" He told her but then stepped away from Clara and looked for his medication, searching through his pockets as he found his medicine and threw back his head, taking two of his tablets.

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked pointedly at him. "Well, now you will certainly be fine. What was all that about? You never do the hugging and merely saying that you are fine isn't going to stop me from worrying."

John squinted his eyes together and put the medication back into his pocket. He swallowed and watched Clara closely, "Nothing that you need to worry about, Miss Oswald..."

She raised her eyebrows and blinked a few times as she looked at the floor. "Alright, then." She forced a smile to her face.

"Good talk, but there's actually some, erm, work to do."

John scratched the stubble on his beard, "Not anymore, Donna is taking over for the week. Are you coming with me to France still? Or are you staying here?" He asked Clara casually, taking out his phone and checking Donna had answered all his emails.

"I never go back on my word, so that's a yes. Still coming with ya." She did her hair up in a pony-tail and looked around. Gosh, why did she feel so awkward all of a sudden?

"Unless, of course, you think it'll be better if I stay. No problem with that. At all."

John rolled his eyes, pulled a bag onto his side and leaned towards Clara, grabbing her chin with his hand, "Come on," he ordered her, pressing a kiss to her lips before he left the room and the building, getting them into his car as his driver took them back to the flat they shared.

She just followed him into the car and then their flat. She needed a paracetamol, she could feel a headache coming and she was also hungry, so maybe that was cause for her headache. She went straight for the kitchen to make herself a sandwich. "Do you want a sandwich or not?"

John was packing their clothes into their suitcases. He shook his head to himself and raised his voice so she could hear him, "No thank you, packing our things up!" he shouted and carried on until he had finished, placing the suitcases by the door.

She had eaten her sandwich and helped pack some things but he was too fast and had a certain way of packing things that she just couldn't replicate, so she just stuck with getting her make-up and shoes in other suitcases. She left him to put the suitcases by the door as she looked around for a book to take with her. John stood there, his heart pounding. He looked at Clara, his blue eyes studied her as he stood watching her. He bit his lower lip, hands on his hips.

She noticed that she was being stared at and looked at him, an uncertain smile on her face. "Sorry, I just always carry a book every time I travel. Not that I'm going to ignore you..." She laid on the floor to check under the sofa but found nothing. "Fuck. Alright, it's okay." She stood up and walked over to him, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"We done yet?"

John raised his eyebrow at Clara, "Are you okay?" He asked her quietly, trying his best not to smirk at the fact she had just gotten down on the floor to look for a book underneath their sofa. His blue eyes watched her, amused.

"Yeah we're done. Ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'm ready." She smiled at him and on impulse, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face to his chest. "Thanks for taking me with you." She pulled back and fixed his suit.

"Alright, now we can go."

John stood there, a little confused at what was happening to both of them. He chewed his bottom lip and nodded, holding out his hand for Clara to take. They were both being weird with each other and John had no idea why. He felt like he had to be delicate around her now and give her comfort and hugs when she needed them. He frowned as they walked towards the car, the driver opening the car door as the two of them climbed in. He paid notice to be driver placing their suitcases into the boot and he drove them to the nearest airport. John sat there, looking out of the car window as his hand subconsciously reached across and landed on her thigh, his fingers in between her legs. He hadn't realised he was squeezing her leg.

She felt his hand land on her thigh and she was prepared to bat it away if he wanted to do some kinky fuckery but instead, she felt him squeezing her leg. It wasn't painful but he wasn't even paying attention to her, he was just looking out of the window. She decided not to bother him and let him think as she calmly removed his hand from her thigh and held it between her own, caressing it softly as she too, looked out of the window.

John glanced to his left when he felt his hand move and looked down to find Clara's hand holding his. He chewed his bottom lip, smiled fondly when she wasn't looking and stared back out of the window, his thumb stroking her knuckles as he started to really think. Eventually they arrived at the airport and John dragged their suitcases along in one hand and held Clara's hand tight in the other. There was a crowd of paparazzi following them, snapping pictures and asking questions about their relationship and fangirls were screaming to have John's autograph written all over their bodies. He shook his head, trying to shield Clara from the flashing lights. He had no idea why he was even famous, all he owned was a few magazines.

Clara covered her face as best as she could and answered nothing as she let John lead the way. To be honest, the fact that there were many fangirls running after them meant that she'd have to keep this man happy, double the efforts because there were many women already that wanted her place. Their screaming about wanting John to autograph their bodies sent Clara into a laughing fit, tears were leaking out of her eyes for laughing so much, she couldn't believe it. Once they got to a quieter area, Clara muttered, while looking up at him, a saucy smirk in place.

"Autograph my arse, Mr. Smith."

John covered his face from embarrassment as they waited for their luggage in the airport, a small smirk on his face. He was as red as a tomato. John raised an eyebrow at Clara, "You'd love that, Miss Oswald."

"I think you'd love it more...to have your name basically written on me." She winked at him. She loved how red his face was because the whole situation was funny. She had a bit of information that would no doubt embarrass him further but she decided to use that info later.

John grinned, "You should get a tattoo," he winked at Clara and picked up their suitcases again, walking towards the plane.

She followed him, a smirk on her lips. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" She passed a hand through her hair and took out her phone to answer a text and put it back in her purse.

John giggled and took notice as Clara answered a text and put it straight back into her purse. He raised an eyebrow but didn't say a thing. "I would, yeah. My greatest achievement yet," he said rather sarcastically with a grin on his lips as he jumped up to get into the plane, putting their luggage above them. They were flying in first class.

Clara looked around, she had to get used to first class if she was going to be with him. "The seats are very spacious." That was the first thing she noticed. She had never been in first class, mainly because it was too fucking expensive. She sat next to John and put her hands on her lap.

John laughed and looked around, "Spacious?" He asked her, a raise of his thick eyebrow. "Really?" He scratched his beard and opened the plane window, taking a quick picture. He pulled out his laptop and put on a movie, offering a headphone to Clara.

Clara accepted gratefully the headphone and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, it's spacious. You might need to go back to your roots or something, you've forgotten that flying coach is not spacious at all."

John chewed his bottom lip, smiling as Clara leaned onto his shoulder. They were going to watch the notebook, which was his favourite romance film and his guilty pleasure. "Alright, shut up and watch the film, we have a long flight ahead of us."

"Sure, dad." She rolled her eyes at him and paid attention to the laptop screen. When she saw the tittle, she turned to him, a shit-eating grin on her face. She didn't say nothing but she hoped he knew she was laughing at his choice of movie. She had never seen it, it never caught her attention, but it seemed that she would now see it. She settled her head on his shoulder and watched.

Half way through the film, John seemed to be tearing up as the couple had met after years of not seeing each other. He could have cried if it wasn't for the sex scene straight after it. Clara had no such qualms. She raised her hands to her face, covering her nose as she sniffed quietly when the two lovers got together and she just kept sniffing right as they went to have sex.

John paused it and stared down at her, raising his eyebrow, "What's with the sniffing?" he questioned her, biting his bottom lip as he pushed his glasses further up his face.

"Allergies." She lied and stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom, wait a bit." She walked quickly to the bathroom to compose herself. She thought that the movie affected her so because the acting was nicely done and she got so much into it that she started snivelling. Deep down though, she knew it was because it reminded her of John and herself.

John frowned and took off his glasses, placing them down on the table in front of him. He kept the movie paused and stood up to follow her, knocking on the door, "Clara, love?"

"Just a second!" She checked her face on the mirror and then opened the door. "Yeah?" She hoped that all signs of weakness had eradicated away with her little time out.

John could tell straight away, he had spent every single day with Clara for five months. He stepped into the toilet and closed the door on them, leaning in to kiss her softly, his hands on either side of her cheeks, "You can cry in front of me, you know."

Her lip trembled a little and she bit it. "I know, I just..." She laughed a bit and looked down, her eyes swelling up again. "It's just that I hate crying because of movies, John and that movie just..." she hastily wiped away at her tears and shrugged.

He nodded and kissed Clara again, inbetween talking, "I know, my Clara, I know. Just like us..." He nodded, his thumb stroking her cheek as his blue eyes filled with tears.

Clara saw his teary eyes and tried to compose herself. She didn't wanted to see him cry, it tore at her heart. She took hold of his face and kissed him softly, standing on her tip toes.

"Yeah, just like us."