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.


4. The Day Off

Harry's P.O.V

"Hey doll, your day off is tomorrow." Clarke's dad, David comes out and hugs her. "You've been working so hard. And you know what they say, work hard play hard. Just don't play too hard, I don't want grandchildren just yet." He looks at me.

"Okay dad." She pushes him off of her. Why would I try to get Clarke pregnant. I've known her for only a week.

"So it's your day off?" I ask. Of course it fucking is. Her dad just said it was.

"Yeah, I get a break every 3 months." She hands me a drink.

"You wanna do something?" I ask.

"As friends? Or as-"

"Friends." I say quickly, I'm not planing on dating anytime soon after Ali.

"Okay, what should we do tomorrow friend?" She asks. I don't know, what do nerdy/mothering/badass/anti sexist people like to do?

"The movies?" I ask. You can't go wrong with the movies I guess.

"Sure, have you've seen The Fault In Our Stars?" Oh great, the most classic white girl movie of the year. I found her more hipster.

"No." I say plainly.

"I've read the book, but haven't seen the movie and I really want to see it." She explains.

"Fine." I shrug. I really don't want to see that, but it's Clark'es day off, why not.

"Are you sure? It's doesn't seen like your scene." She says.

"It isn't, but I'm fine with that." I say.

"Okay, I'll order the tickets online and see you tomorrow." She says.


Clarke's P.O.V

Dad walks in my room while I'm getting ready. He probably knows I'm seeing a movie with Harry.

"So what are you doing today?" He asks.

"Seeing a movie, with Harry." I say. He doesn't like Harry and I don't know why. Sure, he has seen Harry drunk and get into bar fights. That doesn't mean he's a bad person.

"Oh tfios huh." He sees my 'Okay? Okay.' Shirt.


"Kinda romantic." He says with a disapproved voice.

"Dad nothing is going to happen." I confirm.

"Okay, just be careful." He closes the door. He's so annoying.

Harry's P.O.V

I walk into the bar and call for Clarke. She texted me 2:00pm. She walks out wearing a fan T-shirt, black leggings, 'Okay? Okay.' Earrings and a infinity bracelet. Oh god.

She refuses to let me drive, so she takes over my car. She isn't a good driver either. Once we get there we get our tickets and sit down at the very top. Clarke starts to cry, a lot. She disturbs everyone in the theater. She's making loud crying noises and sniffing way too much.

"Be quiet." I whispered. She drops her head on my arm. Great that's nice. Snot and tears all over me. She continues to sob in my sleeve. It's okay I would say, but the word 'okay' made her cry more. I continued to watch the movie and roll my eyes.

After the movie Clarke calmed down. I head to the bathroom to wash off my sleeve. Damn it Clarke. Why did she have to cry it's a stupid fucking movie. When I came out Clarke was standing right there.

"Hey, sorry about that." She said.

"It's fine." I say a bit too harshly. It's not fine actually. Last time I see a movie with her.

"Okay." She sniffs.

"Are you american?" I ask. I really been wanting to ask her. And I think it's good that I change the subject,

"My dad is Scottish, my mum is Portuguese, but she was born and raised in a America. My dad went to America to study abroad. And they met there. I was born in Scotland, but we moved to America when I was 2. When I was 8 we moved to Australia, for 2 years. Then went to Sweden for 3 years and now for about 6 years I've been here."

"Why did you move so much?" I ask.

"Both of my parents wanted to stay close to home, so that's why I lived in Scotland and America. I lived in Australia since my mum has always wanted to live there and my dad had friends there. I lived in Sweden since my dad has always wanted to live there. And since my parents both love London, so moved here, it was good for both." She explains.

"I don't really see Scottish and Portuguese in you." I say.

"Well my Scottish grandmother had red hair so I get that from her, I also get the freckles on my shoulders from the Scottish side. My skin is a bit more fair from my dad. I get my eyes from the Portuguese side. My hair is also dark red since my mother had dark hair. So there." I guess I see it, I don't really know what Portuguese people look like.

"How old are?" I ask.

"Why are you trying to dig into my history?" She defends.

"You seem like an interesting person." I say.

"I'm 19."

"Where's your mum?" I haven't seen her around, only Clarke and David.

"Where's your mum." She asks. I guess I am being a bit snoopy.

"In London, I live with my sister though, Gemma. I don't go to college, but I do take online classes, I have no fucking idea what I want to do. And my dad, my dad is an asshole." I say.

"My dad doesn't like you." Clarke says. I know that, he always stares me down .


"He thinks your like your dad. But I don't believe it for a second." She continues to drive.

"Yeah." I say. "I try not to be."

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