The Bar Owner's Daughter

Clarke Stevenson is the daughter of the owner of the popular bar in London. Ever since she was 16 she would watch a local guy, Harry Styles get drunk and get into bar fights. One night after a violent bar fight Clarke takes care of Harry. They later develop a friendship that know one seems to agree with.

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11. Take Me Back

Harry's P.O.V

I walk into the hospital and Gemma and still unconscious. It's been 5 days. Turns out she was run over by a car, she went under the car. Clarke has called me till my messages were full. They started out short. Not long enough to make me feel guilty.

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"Harry please call me."

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"Hey it's Clarke, please call me back."

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"You can't ignore me forever, call me back."

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Then they became long and hard to listen to. I could hear her crying a little in some. It's not like Clarke to sound desperate, she doesn't want to sound weak.

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"What have I done for you not to talk to me any more. We're friends, you can't change that. We became great friends in a short amount of time! Don't tell me that isn't a sign that we would stay great friends!"

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"Harry please call me back. I'm bored stiff without you. I can't stand the fact that your mad at me, or something like that. I don't even know what your feeling. Just give me a call."

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This one is the one I kept listening to over and over again. It doesn't sound like Clarke. It does but she just sounds so sad and empty.

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"I miss you. I really miss you. I miss everything about you. Your warmth. Your wit. Your cheekiness. Your protective nature. I miss and love everything about you. I didn't realize how much I care about you. Maybe I am getting attached, so what? I just miss you Harry Styles and I'm attached. Like it or not, I'm attached. I can't help the fact that I care, love and miss you. I know I sound like a desperate fangirl, but I don't care. I really really-" The time ran out. She was sobbing a little in the beginning.

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I wander the waiting room looking at all the different people. I haven't told mum about Gemma. She would just take me away right there. I keep looking and go back through the door way. I look back and see Clarke. She's standing past the doorway. She's wearing a oversized black muscle tee that says New York on it and has a picture of the city, it's from some store, Brandy Mel something. She wears black leggings with that and her glasses, not contacts. She's also barefoot, what the fuck. I walk up to her, she stands there tall.

"Get out." I point to the exit.

"No." She says confidently.

"Get. Out." I growl.

"Just tell me why it's bad to be attached." She looks me straight in the eye.

"Just get out Clarke." I push her back, not playfully.

"Tell me Harry!" She yells drawling some attention to us.

"I'm not in the mood for your childishness." I say.

"And I'm not in the mood to be treated like a child. Your only 2 years older than me!" Clarke yells. Why can't she just take a fucking hint and get out.

"Clarke, I don't like you. Your a pain in my fucking ass. I can't stand how stubborn you are. You act so independent, but your really so fucking clingy." I say to her.

"You don't mean that." She looks me in the eye. She seems so damn confident about it too.

"Clarke listen to me. I. Hate. You." I look at her straight into her hazel eyes. Her eyes start to water.

"Well, I-I um, better get going. Give this to your sister." She hands me a big thin wrapped up thing rectangular thing. "I did the best I could by memory, it was supposed to me for both of you." she walks away.

I tear the paper. It's picture of Gemma and I sketched by Clarke I guess. It's the picture where Gemma is sitting on my lap and I have my arms wrapped around her. The sketch it framed and everything.

Clarke's P.O.V

I have my head buried in my pillow crying. The problem is, my bed smells like Harry. Sweet, refreshing, and musky at the same time. I heard a knock at my door.

"Go away!" I yell. The door opens anyways. It's my dad.

"What's wrong doll?" He sits at the end of my bed

"I want you to go away!" I scream.

"Doesn't misery enjoy company." He rubs my leg. I move it so it's out of reach.

"Not all the time." I sit up.

"Come on doll, tell me what's wrong." He pleads. If I tell him what's wrong with Harry, he will just say 'I told you he was trouble.'

"I'm.... On my period." I lie. Dad gets up and backs away.

"Oh, uh, you need anything?"

"No!" I yell.

"Okay." He finally leaves.

What would make Harry say those things.

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