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!(:


5. The boy who peed.

Clare's POV

The sun was seeping through the large windows and the light instantly woke me up. My little brother, Luke was cuddled under my arm and I was sprawled out along the fancy couch. Where am I? Oh yeah.. I'm in the hell hole of my parents house. But my grumpiness sincerely faded when Luke let out a little cute snore. I laughed at how adorable he is. I got myself off the couch without waking Luke and made my way to my old room. Yup. Just how it was yesterday when I came in. I looked at my clock as I sat on my bed. 9:32. Wow, it feels nice to sleep in a decent amount. I heard music coming from my sisters room. It was loud and obnoxious. I got off my comfy mattress and stalked to her room.
"Hey, you wanna turn that down?" I complained.
"But it's my favorite song!" In the background I heard 'Rock me. Rock me. Rock me. Yeah.' She was humming along.
"Uh, Sarah. Don't you think this song is a tad inappropriate for you? I mean do you even know what rock me means?!" I questioned.
"Clare your so stupid! This song was written in the UK where Rock Me means impress me not the gross thing.. DUHH!" Sarah sing-songed. I chuckled at the expression on her face as she kept eyeing me. She was on her phone again and suddenly she started to burst out laughing.
"What?" I asked, sudden,y getting self conscious thinking she was laughing at me.
"Look," she handed me the phone and there was a picture of a blond boy with a marshmallow stuck everywhere with chocolate on his face too. I gotta say, it was pretty funny. She took her phone back and then scrolled a bit more, started laughing again and then handed the phone back to me. It was a picture of a curly haired boy from the back and it was pretty obvious that he was peeing in a bonfire on the beach. He looked familiar again. Those curls, where have I seen them before? Then it just hit me. I met this boy. He was the one who stopped when my car broke down.
"Sarah, do you know this guy?"
"Well of course I know him. Well I don't personally know him, that would be insane, but he's Harry Styles from One direction! Isn't that photo hilarious?!"
I froze. I met Harry. Harry Styles. From the band my sisters obsessed with. I chuckled to myself as it all made sense. The British accent. The famous curls. The odd 'disguise.'
And then I remembered. My jeep is still on the side of the road. I left my sisters room and went to call the tow company.
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