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!(:


19. Where are we going?

Clare's POV

I was sitting on the couch, Liam right next to me. He put in the movie Insidious. I absolutely hate scary movies. All the rest of the guys were still on the deck talking about who know's what. Creepy music started to come on and I started feeling my arms shiver.
"You okay?" Liam asked.
"Uh, yeah I'm just not a fan of scary movies." I admitted.
"Oh, well I can turn it off if you want," he suggested sweetly.
"No, it's fine, I can handle it," I said, mainly to assure myself.
He shrugged and turned his attention back to the movie. Liam and I were on the love seat couch, our arms practically touching. I looked back to the movie. Something jumped out at the screen. I screamed and immediately buried my head in Liam's shoulder.
"It's okay, it's just a movie," Liam said as he put his arm around me in comfort.
I still didn't dare to look at the screen, I just sat there breathing in Liam's scent.
"What the hell is going on?" I heard Harry's voice from behind us.
I immediately lifted my head and turned to face him. Anger and jealousy spread across his face. "Dude, you have a girlfriend!" Harry screamed at him.
"Harry, it's not what it looks like!" Liam retorted.
"It's really not," I defended him.
"Stay out of it," he looked at me and said.
Louis just came into the room, "What's going on?"
"Why do you even care?" Liam asked, "I mean your just pushing this girl away, sending her mixed feelings!"
I just stood up from off the couch and walked out of the room, my brain pounding in confusion. We were in the back sitting room for the movie and I walked to the front of the house, not knowing where to go. I looked around and saw the stairs. I walked up a couple steps and sat down. I rested my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands. What's going on? One second it seemed like we were together, the next it was completely opposite.
"Clare?" Louis' head popped out from the wall next to the staircase, interrupting my thoughts.
I didn't answer him. I heard soft foot steps walk up and stop right next to me.
"Clare," he repeated as he sat down next to me.
I finally looked up and met his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Just dandy," I said sarcastically.
"That's what I thought. But trust me, everything will be okay."
"How do you know," I asked in confusion.
"Just trust me, I know everything," he winked. I let a little laugh escape. Louis can always make me feel better.
"I just don't know what's going on," I admitted.
"Harry does," Louis blabbed and then immediately shut his mouth.
"Louis, what do you know?"
"Oh nothing," he said with a cheeky look on his face, "Now come on, put a smile on your face and come join us!"
I laughed at him as he grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the living room that I just left.
When I got to the room, all the guys were in there. Harry immediately stared at me, a cross of eagerness and guilt spread across his face. I looked away and since all the furniture was taken up, took a seat on the floor.
"Why you on the floor?" Zayn asked.
"I dont know, maybe because there's no more room." I said.
"Scoot over guys," Niall said to tthe guys on the couch. "If we can fit all 5 of us on one couch, we could fit 4 on this one." Niall scooted Zayn and Harry over and I took a seat next to Niall. Thank god, the movie just ended.
"TV anyone?" Liam asked, who had the remote.
We all nodded and he switched the imput to tv. He was searching through the channels when Harry's name was heard.
"Wait, go back!" Harry demanded.
Liam did as he was told and found the station. It was the news. A lady in a dress suit was shown. There was a picture on the screen of when One Direction was on Robby Brown earlier today. The picture was a close up of Harry, staring at the picture of me crying with Louis. There was hurt in his eyes. My mood depend when I saw the shot. The lady on the screen started to talk, "As you can see in this picture, Harry Styles was shocked when he saw a photo for the first time on Robby Brown. The photo is of his good friend reportedly named Clare Sampson. She was spotted sitting in a parking lot, obviously crying about who knows what. Louis was there to comfort her, but where's Harry? During the interview while the photo was shown, Harry looked mortified and filled with worry. If you listen closely, you can hear his fellow band member, Liam Payne asking him if he's okay. Then Harry responds with a no. Here, listen closely." A small clip from the video was shown. As she said, Liam asked Harry and he said no. My eyes were glued to the screen, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry looking at me with concern. I ignored his stare and continued watching. The part on the clip came to where Harry stood up and just simply walked off stage. "Harry just walked off the stage, obviously upset. Did Harry know about this before? Is he the reason that Clare Sampson was crying? Is he mad at Louis? I don't know, but if you have the answer you can tweet it to-" She was cut off and the channel changed to a different news station talking about the weather.
"Thanks," I said to Liam for changing the channel.
"What the hell. Can they not find anything else to talk about?" Harry looked down at his feet angrily.
"I know exactly what you mean," I replied.
"And now to sports," a voice on the tv said.
A man in a suit popped up, "Well, if you haven't heard but 5 MVP NFL player's will be honored at the beginning of the football season. They will all be presented with an award honoring their time with the NFL at the first game of the season featuring the Dallas Cowboys and the Greenbay Packers.The following players will be honored: James Mathews, Clinton Rosewood, Jeff Mason, Richard Sampson, and Andrew Harvey."
My mouth gaped open, what the heck are they talking about?
"Well, that's cool!" Niall exclaimed.
I immediately whipped out my phone and texted my dad.
Me: Did you know you were getting an award at the first Cowboys game?
A few moments later he replied. Dad: Yeah, I want you all to come too.
Me: Can we visit home?
Dad: If you want.
A smile immediately spread across my face as I thought about Texas. The place where I learned to ride a horse, weekly street markets, just the community. Will my old friends remember me? I let my mind wonder.
"What you smiling at?" Zayn asked me.
"I get to go home," I exclaimed and looked up at them.
"Wait, what?" Harry asked, obviously confused.
"Home, to Texas." I clarified.
"What, you're moving?" Louis asked.
"No, silly. We're visiting my home town when my dad has to go to the game."
A look of relief spread across Harry's face. I looked at him weirdly and he avoided my glance.
"Oh, why did you move here?" Zayn asked.
"Because this is where my mom is originally from and she wanted to come back but I was born in Texas and lived there and moved here in like 8th grade I think. I never wanted to, of course, but I kinda didn't have a choice."
A couple of 'ahh's were heard saying that they understood. I looked out the window, it was pitch dark out, a lot of stars were high in the sky. Liam found a random movie and we started watching it.
''Well, it's getting late, I'm gonna go shower then go to bed.'' Niall stood up off of the couch and started walking up stairs, "Night guys!" He called out.
"Scoot over Harry," Zayn ordered who was squashed up against the side of the couch. Harry reluctantly slid closer to me on the couch, giving Zayn more room to sit. He half smiled at me. I returned it and ignored his stares. What's up with him? One moment he can't keep his hands off of me and the next he's acting all weird. I mean I'm wearing his clothes! I looked over at Louis who was sleeping in his chair. I nudged Harry and pointed to Lou. He passed along the nudge to Zayn who laughed silently. Zayn got up and went to the kitchen. He came back with a sharpie. I almost burst out laughing but I hid it as best as I could. Liam caught on to what we were doing. Zayn stood up and quietly walked over to Louis. He uncapped the black sharpie and wrote on his face. He drew a big 'L' on his forehead and then wrote 'I love Zayn to pluto and back!' across his cheeks. We all snickered. Louis was curled up into a ball, his butt facing us. Harry took the marker from Zayn and crept up to Lou. He slid Louis' sweat pants down off his butt a couple of inches. My eyes got wide as I realized what he was doing. He slowly slid his pants down a little more so his right butt cheek was exposed. I gotta admit, he had a bodacious booty. Harry uncapped the marker and wrote 'HARRY' very large and drew a heart around it. Zayn, Liam and I couldn't stop laughing.
"My turn," I whispered and took the marker.
I crept up to Louis and drew a mustache on his lip, classic. Then I added a unibrow and a goatee. I made my way to his arm where I wrote 'I love Clare more than Harry and Zayn combined!' and capped the marker. Harry took out his phone and snapped a picture, obviously leaving out his butt.
"Should I post it?" He asked mischievously.
"Definitely!" I exclaimed.
"Just makes sure you dont post a picture of his butt, management would get pissed." Liam said.
"Tag us!" Zayn reminded him as he sat back down on the couch.
A moment later my phone dinged and I unlocked it and went to twitter. I immediately saw a picture of Louis. Writing all over his face and arms, '@zaynmalik1D @Real_Liam_Payne @Clare_Sampson70 @Louis_Tomlinson I hope Louis loves his makeover. There's a little something on his bum too(;'
"You are evil," I laughed.
"No, we're evil," He corrected with a laugh. We heard Louis moan in his sleep a bit so we all immediately shut our mouths and plopped back down on the couch. After a few moments, we all burst out laughing.
"You wanna go in the front tv room so we don't wake him?" Zayn asked.
"Sure," I agreed and so did everyone else. We all got up and made our way to the other room. I glanced at a nearby clock. It was a little after midnight. I'm surprised my mom hasn't called me freaking out yet. I sat on the love seat couch, Harry sitting next to me. Zayn and Liam sat on the other one. Zayn took the remote and was scrolling through the channels until he came upon The Notebook.
"Leave it, I love this movie." I told them and Zayn set the remote down. I got the chills and I saw a pile of blankets in the corner of the room. I got up, "anyone want a blanket?" I asked as I grabbed one for myself.
"No Im good." Zayn and Liam said at the same time.
I walked back to the couch and sat down. I set the blanket up and cuddled up in it. I looked over at Harry who was eyeing up the blanket.
"I can share you know," I said.
He looked taken aback and then helped himself to the blanket. I put my feet up on the foot rest in front of the couch and Harry did it too, his foot just barely touching mine. I felt my butterflies reform.
"Hey, what ya doing tomorrow?" Harry leaned into me and whispered in my ear.
I looked at him suspiciously, "Nothing, I think. Why?"
"Oh no reason," he said quietly and continued to watch the movie.
After about 10 minutes I felt my eyes get heavy. I slouched down a bit and rested my head back. I'm just going to rest my eyes for just a moment. I couldn't be more wrong. I felt myself nod of.
Light was shining through the nearest window and brightness overcame me. I slowly opened my eyes. Where was I? I looked ahead of me and saw Zayn passed out on a chair and Liam sprawled out along a couch. I noticed my sleeping position. My head was on Harry's chest. I felt his arm around me. My legs were scrunched up; my knees were resting on his legs that were still resting on the foot rest. I was actually quite comfortable. I glanced at the clock, it was only 7. I snuggled back into Harry and closed my eyes. I fell back asleep to the sound of his heart beat and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Harry's POV
I woke up, immediately hearing Zayn's snores. The last thing I remember was we were watching The Notebook and Clare dozed off. After a bit, her head fell on my shoulder. I immediately adjusted myself and let her sleep on my chest. I looked down at her peaceful face. She was so beautiful. I dont understand why she doesn't understand it. It was almost 10 o'clock and the house was silent.
I looked down at Clare again, her head was on my chest. Some of her blond hair in her face. I took my free hand and rustled the hair out of her eyes.
I saw her phone next to her on the couch. I gently reached over her and grabbed her iPhone. I unlocked it and went to her messages. I looked up, making sure she was still awake. I opened a new message and found her sister in her contacts.
Me: Hey Sarah, it's Harry. Please answer.
I quickly checked to make sure her phone was on silent, which it was. I felt her phone vibrate indicating she got a text. It was from Sarah.
Sarah: Hi y r u on Clare's phone?
Me: I'll explain later... Can you grab Clare some clothes and set them on the back porch?
Sarah: What kind of clothes?
Me: Uhhh nicest but casual. Does that make sense?
Sarah: I've got the perfect outfit. I'll drop it off in 10.
I deleted the messages, locked the phone and slowly placed it back to where I found it.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I heard Louis scream.
I immediately felt a smile crack on my lips as I remembered last night.
I heard fast, loud footsteps coming closer.
"Harry?! Why the hell did you draw on me?!" He screamed as he walked into the room.
Clare's eyes immediately shot open, so did Liam's.
"Shut up, Lou!" I whisper screamed at him.
"No!" He shouted, "You guys drew on me!"
"I didn't draw on you," Liam mumbled.
"Yeah, but I bet you watched."
"Well, I'll admit to that," Liam smirked.
"Did you check your butt?" I asked with a laugh.
"Wait, what?" He asked in confusion.
"Check it."
He immediately dropped his pants and craned his neck so he could see his own butt.
"Louis," Clare groaned, "I didn't need to see that!" Her eyes were squeezed tight and she buried her face in my chest again.
I couldn't help but smile when she did so.
"Oh, but you loved it," Louis said, still pantsless and looking at his butt, "Oh my god, Harry! I've got sharpie on my butt!"
Clare and I started laughing. "How is Liam still sleeping?" Zayn asked, "I mean, Louis is practically screaming!" He laughed.
Clare looked over at Zayn and started laughing too. Louis started to pull his pants back up over his butt.
"I'm thinking I'm gonna get a tattoo that outlines your name and the heart," Louis said to Harry with a straight face.
"Oh god, you should definitely do that!"Clare laughed.
"Maybe I will, but for now I'm gonna get this crap off my face." Louis stormed out of the room and jogged upstairs.
"I'll be right back," I told everyone.
Clare slowly got off of me and I got up off the couch. It's been about 10 minutes so I crept to the back porch. Sure enough, a small duffel bag was placed on one of the lounge chairs. I grabbed the duffel and went back inside. I walked back into the living room where everyone was. I plopped the bag down next to Clare on the couch.
"What's this?" She asked, her eye's wide.
"Just go upstairs, help yourself to a spare room." I responded.
She had a confused look on her face, "Uh, why?"
"Just go get dressed," I smirked and threw a nearby pillow at her face.
"Demanding much?" She laughed. She threw the pillow back at me and stood up from the couch. I watched her as she made her way to the stairs.
"So, today?" Liam asked me.
"Yeah," I smiled.

Clare's POV
I grabbed the small bag and walked to the stairs. As soon as I was out of sight, I heard Harry and Liam talking.
"So, today?" Liam asked Harry.
"Yeah," I heard him respond.
What's going on today? I walked past a room, the door was open and the light was on. Niall was sitting there, on his laptop talking to the screen.
I knocked on the door, "Hey," I said as I stood in the doorway.
Niall looked up. "Clare!" He exclaimed with a smile, "Come here," his irish accent showing through his voice. I did what I was told and made my way to his bed. I plopped down next to him and looked at his screen.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, his face was on the screen.
"I'm doing a twit cam to the fans." He said, "Say hi to the fans, Clare." He moved the laptop so both of our faces were shown.
"Hello, everyone!" I laughed, "Oh, god. I look gross." My hair was sticking up in some places and my makeup was smeared.
"No, you look fine." He tried to hide his smile. I tried to flatten my hair with my hands and wipe away my raccoon eyes.
"Stop lying," I smirked.
Niall shrugged and I looked at the screen, comments were flooding in. Did Clare sleep over? Why is she there? I love you Clare! Are you and Harry dating? Why were you crying? Are you dating Louis?
"Guys, guys, guys. Slow down with the questions!" Niall laughed his signature chuckle.
"You want to answer any of them?" Niall asked me.
"It depends on the question," I answered honestly.
I saw the reoccurring question pop up, Did you sleep over?
"Yes, I did sleep over at the guys house," I told the camera.
More of the same questions, Why?
"Because," I continued, "I was hanging out and I just kinda fell asleep."
I looked at the comments and someone asked me if I was crying. Then more people asked. Then more. And then the comments started to overflow with that question.
I looked over nervously at Niall, wondering what to say.
He just shrugged.
I looked back to the camera, "Yes, I was crying." I admitted, looking down at my lap. "But the reason why is personal." I looked up and smiled softly at Niall.
Harry then popped his head through the door of Niall's room.
"Hey, Clare! What ya doing? Get ready!"
"One minute!" I said.
I looked back at the comments, everyone was asking if that was Harry.
"Hey, Haz, come talk to the fans," Niall called to him.
"Twit cam?" Harry asked as he walked over to the bed. Niall adjusted the camera so all 3 of our faces were shown.
"Hello world!" He called to the camera.
More comments showed up. Did you make Clare cry? Why was Clare crying? What happened? Are you dating?
Harry saw the comments and his eyes got soft.
"Come on, Clare. You should get ready, we need to leave soon," Harry said to me.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Oh, nowhere," he smirked.
"Fine. Be that way," I jokingly pouted. I grabbed the duffel and left the room.

Harry's POV
"Hey, guys," Niall said towards the camera, "Guess what Harry's gonna do today?" He said with a cheeky grin
"Niall!" I pounced to him and covered his mouth with my hand. I felt his tongue slide across my hand, "Ew! You licked me!"
"Then don't put your hand there," Niall laughed, "Well, I'm sorry but apparently it's a secret! Well we gotta go! We'll talk to you all later!" Niall then logged out of twitcam.

Clare's POV
I found an empty guest room and walked over to the bed. I for the first time unzipped my duffel and dumped out the insides. There were white jean shorts, a cute flowy teal tanktop that blended to navy towards the bottom paired with some navy Toms. Also in the duffel was my makeup bag and a straightener. Weird. How did all of this get here? I shrugged my shoulders and made my way over to the bathroom that was conencted to the room. I stripped and hopped in the shower. I washed away my left over make up and washed my hair. Afterwards I just stood there, letting the warmth of the water relax me. I should probably get out of the shower, I've been in here a while. I stepped out from the warmth and immediately got goose bumps. Where's the towel? I was looking around but couldnt find any. My phone was on the sink, I grabbed it and dialled Harry's number.
"Uh, Harry. Where's the towels? I don't see any."
"Then I don't think there are any," Harry replied slowly.
"Can you bring me one then?" I asked slightly annoyed.
"I'd love to," Harry said cheekily.
"Okay, just hurry," I hung up the phone.
Minutes later there was a knock on the bathroom door.
I slowly got behind the door to hide my body. I opened it and reached my hand out.
"So you don't want me to come in and give it to you?" Harry laughed.
"Uh, I think not. Just hand me the towel," I dragged.
The towel reached my hand. I grabbed it and shut the door in Harry's face.
"Well then.." He grunted.
I laughed and ignored his plea. I continued drying off my body and then wrung out my hair. I wrapped the towel around my body and opened the door to the guest room. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was a curly haired boy plopped on my bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Waiting," he looked at me and looked me up and down.
I smirked, "Well, get out. I'll be ready soon!"
"Fine," he moaned and slowly got off of my bed.
He left the room and I went over to my clothes. I slipped on my shorts and top. I grabbed my make up bag and went back to the bathroom and let my hair dry. I went for a more natural look, using just mascara and some eyeliner. My hair was dry enough so i plugged in my straightener. After about twenty minutes, my hair was stick straight. I put on my Toms and left the room.
I walked down the long hallway and went to the stairs. I decended the steps and heard voices in the kitchen.
"Hey," I said as I walked in. Harry, Louis, and Zayn were sitting around the counter.
"Finally!" Harry yelled.
"What?" I asked as I crossed my arms.
"You take forever to get ready," Louis told me.
"Well, yeah. What do you expect?" I laughed.
"Fine, well we gotta go." Harry said as he grabbed his keys.
"Where we going?" I asked, still confused.
"I told you already, it's a surprise." He lead the way to the door and went to his red sportscar. He unlocked the doors and gestured for me to get in. I opened my door as did Harry.
"Where's everyone else?" I asked.
"Inside." Harry started the car.
"Oh," I just simply said as I buckled up.
"Oh, uh, is that okay?" He asked hesitatntly when he backed up the car.
"Yeah, great, so you gonna tell me where we going?"
"Nope," he looked at me and shined that signature smile that I've come to know.
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