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.


5. The Talk

Clarke's P.O.V

I thought after a couple of days dad would warm up to Harry. I was wrong, it's been a week and a half. He doesn't seem to know that I wouldn't accept any guy to take advantage of me.

"How's Harry?" Dad asks. Here he goes again, trying to find any signs of whatever he's looking for.


"Does he have a job?" Why would it matter.

"I don't know." I continue to clean the bar.

"Why do you like Harry?"

"He's nice, funny, he can be a little over protective, but I guess that's okay." I shrug.

"You know, guys that are over protective can be future abusers." He continues to read the newspaper.

"Dad, please just be nice to him. It's not like him and I are dating, we're just friends. Get over it." I demand.

"Okay fine."

Harry's P.O.V

I walk into the bar right after happy hour. It's the best time to hang out with Clarke. She isn't really that busy until hours later. When I walk in Clarke is no where to be found, but David is waiting where I usually talk to Clarke.

"Hello Harry." He fake smiles.

"Hi, David." Huh David, not really a Scottish name. At least I don't think so.

"Sit down." He points to my usual chair.

"Okay." I walk over and sit down. I feel stiff.

"You like my daughter?" He leans forward and looks me in the eye.

"Where's Clarke." I totally ignore his question.

"That doesn't matter right now, do you like my daughter?"

"Yes." I firmly answer.

"You wouldn't take advantage of her?"


"You want her to be happy?"


"You want her to succeed?"


"Then leave." He demands.

"Excuse me?" Why do I have to leave exactly.

"The best thing you can do for my Clarke is leave, and never show your face at this bar." He cleans the glass that is in his hand.

"I can't do that." I shake my head.

"Listen my Clarke already has enough trouble, she doesn't need your alcoholic ass causing more trouble!" David yells in my face.

"She's not your Clarke Mr. Stevenson!" I yell back.

"You will not talk to me in that tone of voice!" He yells at me.

"You do not own Clarke, she isn't yours!" I defend her.

"I am her father!"

"That doesn't mean you own her!" I yell.

"I don't care! Just stay away from my Clarke, God Damn it! And stay away from my bar!" He slams the glass on the floor.

"Dad stop!" Clarke yells firmly. The thing about Clarke is, her voice doesn't sound weak. Her voice sounds like she means business. It's not all girly and pathetic.

"Oh doll, I forgot you were here." David settles down.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" David seems surprised, she must not cuss much in front of him.

"Harry is just-"

"Just what? A good person?" She cuts him off.

"Clarke I'm sorry." He begs.

"Why are you such an asshole to the lovely guys I come across, but don't give a shit about the bastards?" She crosses her arms.

"I thought he was one of the bad guys." He mumbles.

"He not though. So your gonna have to deal with it." She goes to her room and slams the door.

"Clarke, doll, come on." He starts to walk in her direction. "This is all your fault." He points at me. There's no one in the bar, not a single soul.

Clarke's P.O.V

Buddha! Why does dad have to be such an asshole. Seriously, Harry is so sweet. Dad just thinks he's like his dad. But he's not, besides the drinking and bar fights.

"Clarke come on." He pleads.

"Dad why are you such an ass to Harry! What do you have against him!" I yell.

"He reminds me of his father! You'll see Clarke he'll be a total loser!" He screams. More and more I hear his Scottish accent get thicker the louder he yells.

"No he won't!" I argue.

"We'll see about that."

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