Give Me A Chance

Clare Sampson is not you're average girl. Her dad, who she dislikes, is famous and takes his fame for granted. But, her past has caused her to have trust issues. Then when Clare's car broke down in the middle of nowhere, it was Harry Styles who came by to offer help. But, being the stubborn girl she is, she turned down the offer from this familiar boy. It wasn't until that night when her directioner sister made her realize who she met. The two are closer than they first realized. Harry starts to fall hard for her, but doesn't know what to do when he finds out she's not interested. What will Harry do to try to win her heart? What will happen if Clare starts to trust him? Read to find out!(:


21. Cheesy But Cute

Harry's POV

My arms were around Clare, my girlfriend. It's so nice to finally be able to say that. I couldn't knock my cheesy smile off my face as I looked down at Clare. We were still sitting on the blanket that I set out.
"You ready to go?" I whispered into her hair.
I felt her nod and we let go of each other.
I got to my feet and held out my hand to Clare. She took it with a smile and we walked hand and hand to the top of the hill.
"Uh, you just gonna leave all of that?" She asked, her nose scrunched in confusion.
"Well, yeah." I bumped into her a bit. We got to the top of the hill and found two helmets and we each put one on. I hopped on and patted the spot behind me for her to sit. She just simply shook her head.
"What? You scared or something?" I asked.
"Heck no, I'm driving," she said with a mischievous grin.
"You sure you can handle this?" I scooted back so she can sit in front of me.
"I grew up on these things." She turned the key and successfully turned it on and the engine started up. So much for hour that I'll never get back for learning to operate one of these things. I was hoping to impress her, but turns out it's the other way around. She pressed the gas with her thumb and we started moving forward.
"Where we going?" She yelled over the noise of the engine.
"That way," I pointed in the direction.
She picked up her speed, I wrapped my arms around her waist as she turned directions and made her way towards a small hill.
"Hold on!" She yelled to me and I did as I was told.
She picked up her speed and went up the hill but instead of also going down the hill, she jumped it. In the few seconds that we were in the air, I was freaking out. My butt was off the seat and I felt like I was gonna fly off until I heard Clare yell, "Wooo hooo!!" If she can handle it, so can I. When we reached the ground, my butt slammed down on the seat.
"What the hell was that?" I yelled to her, my voice somewhat panicky.
"It was a jump," she slowed down the ATV and put it in park.
"Well no duh. But why'd you do that?"
"I thought it would be fun!" She laughed.
"Yeah, fun," I mumbled.
"You didn't like it, did you?" She looked me in the eyes.
"Uhh," I hesitated.
"It's ok, you can trust me."
"And why is that?" I smirked.
"Well, because I used to ride these competitively," she explained.
What? How does someone ride an ATV competitively?
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, back in Texas, there was a track like a half hour away from where we lived. There were four wheeling races and also like a free style kinda thing. It was actually a really big thing," she smiled at the memory.
"Why'd you stop?" I wondered.
"Because I moved here," she said and looked around at where we were.
"So what else can you do?" I asked.
"Um, donuts, jumps, wheelies. That's about it."
"Let me see a donut," I commanded with a smile.
"Fine. Get off."
I looked at her confusedly.
"You don't wanna fall off, right?" She asked.
I quickly jumped off of the back of the four wheeler. I took my helmet off and gestured for her to go. I watched as she zoomed away and went to an empty patch in the field. She quickly shifted her position and jerked the ATV to the right and spun in circles, leaving clouds of smoke. She continued this for a few more moments and then straightened the vehicle. She jerked upwards on the fourwheeler and got it on it's 2 hind wheels and drove straight while doing a wheelie for like 10 feet and then turned back to drive back towards me. I was in aw. She sure knew how to handle one of these things. If you would've just plainly looked at her, you would've never guessed that she knew how to drive one of these things. How did I get so lucky to have her? She stopped it and I got on the back once more and held onto her tightly again. But she didn't move forward.
"You wanna drive?" She asked me.
"Sure," I shrugged and we switched spots.
She wrapped her arms around me, I immediately felt calm from her touch. She scooted closer to me and rested her head on my back. I felt a smile creep up onto my face as I started to drive to the edge of the field. After a couple minutes of driving, I felt her hand move from my chest and slowly move down to my thigh. I didn't say anything, just wondering what she was doing. I her her laugh as I tensed up. She started tapping her fingers gently on my leg and my body relaxed as I tried to focus on driving. We drove in peaceful silence to the edge of the field. Her left hand still on my chest, her other on my leg. I slowed to a stop when we go to the road. And just as planned, I saw my red convertible parked on the side. I turned the ATV off and felt Clare move her head off of my back and I felt a little disappointment. I started to unbuckle my helmet, letting my curls go free.
I heard Clare laugh and I turned to face her.
"Your hair is all," she lifted her hands to my hair and started playing with them, "Well, you've got helmet hair."
She took her helmet off, and her hair was just as it was. I don't understand that, like at all. I stood up and turned around, so I was sitting facing her. We were both sat on the four wheeler, looking face to face. Another smirk was on her face as she started playing with my hair again.
"You fixing it or making it worse?" I asked.
"A little bit of both," she laughed.
I let her run her hands through my hair. Her arms were in the air so I quickly took my chance and tickled her pits. She immediately reacted and threw her arms down as she gasped.
"Harry! I hate getting tickled!" She laughed playfully.
"Oh really? I had no idea!" I said sarcastically and reached my hands out to tickle her again.
She swatted my arms away but I was too quick and grabbed on to her waist. I pulled her in closer to me. Our faces were inches apart. Our knees were touching since we were sitting facing together. I looked into her blue eyes and noticed, once again, those pretty bright green specks. She looked at my mouth and bit her lip. I took that as a sign so I leaned in closer and closed the gap between us. She kissed me back and wrapped her arms around my neck. We deepened the kiss, enjoying the moment. She scooted closer to me, her legs draped over mine. She bit my lip, immediately turning me on. I wrapped my arms around her back, holding her close to me. I never wanted to lose her or this moment. I know, I just met her but I feel so close to her. I felt her smile against my lips as she tangled her hands through my hair. I just about melted when she did that. God, she knows how to tease me. We were both caught up in the moment when we all of a sudden we heard a loud car horn beep at us. We both got startled and quickly looked up and saw that the car was already down the road. She blushed and looked up at me, "Wow," was all she said.
"You know, we can always continue since we got, uh, interrupted," I smirked.
"How about a place more private?" she laughed and jumped off the fourwheeler. I laughed and then followed her to my car.
"So where to? Or is this another cheesy but cute surprise?" She asked as she opened the door to the passenger seat.
"Definitely a cheesy but cute surprise," I laughed at the way she put it and got in to start the car.
I started driving down the road, heading to Beverly Hills.
"Uh, Harry," Clare said, interrupting the silence.
"What are we going to do about us?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused on what she meant.
"I mean, are we going to keep us a secret from the fans?"
"I dont know. I know I don't want to, but it's up to you. But when I dated Taylor briefly, all the fans got mad at me for denying our relationship. But I don't want to put any pressure on you or anything," I blabbed.
"I don't think we should hide it."
"You sure?" I turned my head to glance at her.
"Yeah, half your fans already think that we were together. Might as well just make it official," she giggled.
"Okay," I smiled and reached over for her hand. About 20 minutes later, along with deep conversation and laughter, we were in Beverly Hills.
"Are we going home?" She asked.
"Not yet," I answered her.
"Oh boy," she sounded nervous.
"Trust me, it'll be fun." We were about a mile away from where I was taking her.
"We're going to Rodeo Drive?" She asked as she saw where I was parking.
"Yeah is that okay?"
"Definitely, I love it here."
"Good, because I've always wanted to come here." We got out of the car and walked down the street towards all the famous shops and designer stores.
"I didn't bring any money!" Clare exclaimed.
"It's fine, I wasn't planning on buying anything anyways, just looking." She nodded and shone a small smile.
I grabbed my aviators from my pocket and slid them on. A moment later, Clare grabbed them off of my face and put them on.
"Hey, I believe those are mine!" I said as I watched her admire her reflection in a store window.
"Yeah, but I like them."
"Fine," I gave in, "Besides, they look way better on you anyways," I winked and a slight blush was seen on her cheeks. She is just too cute.
I laughed as she looked down. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and opened up my camera.
"Hey!" I called to her.
She looked up, saw the phone, and strikes a pose. I laughed as I got a picture of her. Her face was in a half smirk while her hand was on the side of the glasses, holding them up on the bridge of her nose.
"That is definitely a keeper!" I laughed.
We continued walking. I don't think I've seen this many palm trees in my life. I felt my hand brush against Clare's. It happened once again so I took her hand in mine. She didn't pull away and I felt my heart flutter. We walked down the sidewalk and walked into a more crowded area. We were getting a tremendous amount of stares and I wonder if Clare noticed all the cameras pointed at us as well.
"Harry, they're staring at you," Clare whispered.
"No, they're staring at us," I corrected which made her silently laugh. She took a step closer to me and clung onto my arm. A group of overly excited teenage girls were walking over in our direction.
"Oh my god, I love you Harry!" One of them said too loudly.
"Uh, thank you I love you too," I winked at them as Clare let go of me. She was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
"Can I have your autograph?" A different girl asked.
"Me too!" "And me?" There were choruses and shouts of asking for autographs and pictures. I looked over at Clare who nodded, telling me to go ahead. I looked up and found that Clare and I were in the middle of a swarm of teenage girls. It was incredibly loud. I took a few pictures and signed a ton of quick autographs. People were asking questions. "Are you and Clare together?" "How long are you in Beverly Hills?" "Where are the boys?" "Are you dating Clare?" I looked around for Clare, I couldn't see her.
"Clare?" I shouted over the crowd of screaming girls, some were even crying.
"Clare?!" I shouted even louder.
"Harry!" I finally heard her call to me.
I followed her voice, the girls moving out of the way so I could reach her.
I finally saw her face, she was still wearing my glasses. I immediately smiled when I saw her. We walked towards each other.
"Let's get out of here," I said to her and she nodded. I grabbed her hand and led her from the crowd.
"Are you guys dating?" A girl screamed at us.
"Yes," I smiled, "Clare is my girlfriend."
"Oh my god!" I heard a girl scream. I also heard a couple "congratulations" and "yays" and a couple of "go to hell!" I looked at Clare. Her face was sad. She obviously heard that. I was still dragging her through the crowd of people. When we got out, we tried to walk to my car but a few girls were following us.
"Leave Harry alone!" one shouted.
Clare stopped right in her tracks. I thought she was gonna break down a cry, but she did the complete opposite.
"Look, I didn't ask to meet Harry. I didn't ask for him to chase after me. I didn't ask to fall for him, but I did," More fans were watching us and listening as her voice was increasing angrily, "And you know what? He makes me happy! And I'm sorry you don't like that but it doesn't matter. Because he's with me, not you!" Her voice was getting softer and a few tears were starting to form, "So just please, stop telling me to kill myself and telling me to go to hell. And especially stop giving Harry hate about our relationship because we're both very happy. And trust me, I will never hurt him, I promise. But please, just stay out of our relationship." The fan's mouth was gaped open and then slowly shut and her face was replaced with a look of guilt.
"I, I'm sorry," the fan apologized.
"Just forget it," Clare said as she rushed around and headed to the car.
I waved at the fan's once more. A lot of screams were heard once more as I jogged to the car. I opened the door and sat down. I looked over at Clare, tears in her eyes.
"Clare..." My voice trailed off. She wouldn't look at me. I leaned over the center council. I lifted her chin with my hand and looked into her beautiful eyes. "Thank you."
She turned her head away from me. She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes and sniffled.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at your fans."
"Don't apologize, you had every right to do that," I hated seeing her sad.
"I, I just can't do this. We haven't even been officially dating for more than an hour and I've already been told to go to hell. Great," She slumped down in her chair.
"Don't say that," I leaned over once more and pulled her into a hug, "We're happy when we're together, that's all that matters."
"Yeah, but the fans don't understand that."
"So? If they don't support us, then they're not real fans. That's my input on this," I said confidently.
Her head is rested in the nook of my neck. My arms are wrapped around her back. I let go of her and her tears were all dried up. I smiled at her and she smiled back and relaxed in her seat. I drove us to my house. I typed in the code to open the gates and parked the car. We walked into the house, me leading the way. We found all the boys in the living room.
"Oh here comes the love birds!" Louis squealed when he saw us.
"How'd you know, Lou?" Clare laughed as she asked.
"It's all over twitter and youtube," Niall said casually.
"What? Already?" I asked.
"Yeah, there's also an adorable video that shows Clare yelling at a fan in a parking lot," Liam mumbled.
"What? That happened like a half hour ago!" Clare ran to the couch next to Liam and his laptop. I followed her and stood behind the couch, watching the video. Sure enough, there was Clare. Yelling at the person who told her to go to hell. After she was done, the video cut to a close up of me trying to comfort Clare in the car. Unlucky for us, but my car is a convertible which means they got a pretty good shot of us.
"This is not good," Clare said, "Everyone's gonna think that I'm a major bitch."
"Or a girl that can stand up for herself," Zayn said.
"Very true," I told her.
She shrugged and slumped down once more.
"Look, it'll be okay. I got your back," I put my hand on her shoulder.
"I know," she smiled as she turned to look at me.
"Awwww how cute!" Louis squealed.
I saw Clare roll her eyes at him and I laughed.

A/N PLEASE READ Hello! So, what do you guys think should happen next? I would love ideas. And I was thinking of making a sequal to this book considering this is already pretty long and I didn't want to end it yet because Clare and Harry just got together. So please comment and tell me what you think about this idea and what you think should happen next! Thanks(:
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