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.


39. After She Left: part 2

Harry's P.O.V

"Get up." Gemma smacks me over the head with a magazine. I open my eyes and see the skyline of the city. Beautiful. Don't get me wrong, my apartment is a dump with a nice view in a nice location.

"Why." I yawn.

"Go out and do something. You do nothing but sit around." Gemma says as she grabs her jacket and purse.

"Fine I'll go and walk in the fucking cold." I get out of bed and head to the bathroom.

"Good." She says as she grabs the keys and heads to the door.

"Just a question. In London you said you wanted me home, I'm home and now you want me out." I state.

"Harry, there's this thing called a balance. Back in London you were out all night drinking and getting into bar fights, then all day you were sleeping in the city dump or on a park bench. I only saw you when you started hanging out with clar-. Never mind that. Now here, you home all day and home all night. Now go and do something." Gemma says.


"Okay I'm gonna be late, bye now." She kisses me on my forehead and walks out the door.

I wash my face and brush my teeth. Then I change into some jeans, a sweater, a coat and some boots. I head out the door to go to the local cafe

I walk in and see a girl who resembles Clarke. She has red hair, pale skin, wearing all black, but not making it look gothic. I walk a bit closer to see if it really could be her.

"Hey." A tall man approaches her with two cups of coffee.

"Hey." She says back. It is Clarke, it has a to be. It's her voice. I sit down in a seat close to them.

"So why did you want to see me?" She smiles warmly.

"To talk about your story." He says carefully as if its a sensitive subject.

"Really? I thought you wouldn't want me to publish it considering it has Harry in it." Clarke looks at the man.

"I don't care about Harry. I care about you and this book is apart of you." He says warmly. Clarke looks up at him. And they kiss.

I instantly get up and walk out of the cafe. I'm nothing to her anymore.

(OMG I'm can't express how sorry I am! I've been so busy with school, sports and YouTube! It won't be like this forever!)

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