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.


26. We Plead

Clarke's P.O.V

"Guilty." The jury says.

"No!" I cry out. I almost fall on the floor, but my mum catches me.

"That can't be right, there must be a mistake!" Gemma yells. I should've told the truth.

"There is a mistake! These guys are assholes!" Kennedy yells.

"Watch your mouth young lady!" The judge yells at both Gemma and Kennedy. "Harry styles will serve 5 years custody." She slams her wooden mallet on the thingy. Two police men grab Harry and start dragging to the back room.

"No! There's a mistake!" I yell while trying to make my way to Harry. "Please let him go!" I cry.

"Calm down Clarence." Kennedy says

"No! Please let him go! I'm begging you!" Tears stream down my face. Harry keeps trying to stop and looks back at me.

"It's okay Clarke." Harry assures me.

"No it's not!" I scream like a child.

"I'll be out soon." He lies. I'm not stupid, I know how long 5 years is.

"Harry, I love you!" I scream while they are taking him in the back room.

"Clarke, I-" the door closes

"Let's go Clarke." Dad grabs my arm and drags me out of the court room and into a hidden area, then slaps me. "What the fuck was that!"

"You got what you want." I say while walking away. Then Dad grabs my arm.

"No, you chased after him. We will be on the news, girl who chased after rapist, I don't want that." He squeezed my arm tight.

"Let me go." I whisper, trying not to scream

"We're going home." He drags me out of the court house and we unit with the rest of the family.


When we get home I stay in my room the rest of the day, crying. Kennedy knows me, she doesn't bother me the whole time. She just goes on her phone. I stay in my room. I probably won't ever leave for the next five years.

Harry's P.O.V

"In here." The guard points to the open cell. Three other guys are in there laying on their beds. One guy, white shaved head and serval tattoos. The other guy, black with dream locks and some piercings. Then the next guy, tan, dark hair and tattoos.

"What's your name?" The white guy asks. He's Australian.

"Harry." I answer.

"What kinda tattoos are those?" The black guy says. He's american.

"I don't know." I shrug.

"Pick a bed." The tan guy says. He's British. All of them have the bottom of the bunk. I need to choose from all the top.


"Don't be scared newbie, we're nice." The black guy says. I walk over to him and climb on the bed.

"Nice choice, I'm Reggie." He says.

"I'm Matt." The white guy says

"Zayn." The tan guy says.

"What are you in for?" Matt asks. I'm not in for anything.

"Rape." I answer. Which isn't true, but is at the same time.

"Geez, what possesses someone to rape a poor little girl?" Reggie says. I didn't, that's the thing, I didn't.

"I didn't though. And she wasn't a little girl." I say.

"Explain yourself." Matt says.

I tell them everything. Clarke, Kennedy, their dad, all of it. Since the day I met Clarke till now. I don't name their names though. They listen, and they even looked like they were listening.

"Damn, you gotta get the pussy." Zayn joked.

"I don't care about that when it's Clarke, she's different." I slightly smile.

"Looks like your the real pussy." Reggie laughs. Maybe I am, I don't care.

"How do I call people here?" I ask.

"Come with me, I have someone to call too." Zayn gets out of his bed and walks out the door. I follow behind. Prisoners are walking around everywhere. We reach a room where a police officer is. She's pale, small, with brown hair and dark red highlights. She reminds me of Clarke.

"Hey, officer, this is my friend here, Harrison. We both need to call someone." Zayn pats the girl on the back. She looks really young, probably an intern.

"Harrison huh. How many calls?" She scans me. She has an American accent. I shift awkwardly.

"It's Harry, and just one." I say. The girl looks at Zayn waiting.

"You know the drill, two for me." Zayn says. Are they friends or something.

"Okay, here." She hands him the phone. He dials some number then puts the phone to his ear.

"Hey babe." He smiles. Must be his girlfriend. "I miss you too." Zayn says. "Yeah everything is fine." I can't hear what she's saying. "I get out in a little over a month." Lucky, I'm in here five years. "I can't wait either." He says. "Okay, love you, bye." He hangs up.

"Okay now who are got gonna call now?" The officer crosses her arms.

"An old friend." Zayn dials the number then waits for an answer.

"Who's the old friend?" I ask.

"I don't know, this is the first time he's calling this old friend." She shrugs.

"Hello?" He says. "Oh good, I thought you changed numbers." Zayn smiles. "I'm in prison, where are you?" He says causally. "Im in for vandalism, you know the graffiti we used to do." Well his tattoos look for graffiti like. "So where are you." He asks again. "Really! I thought you would gone forever." He smiles. "Yeah, I'll see you soon hopefully." He hangs up.

"Okay Harrison, your turn." She hands me the phone. I dial a number I could never forget.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Mum." I light up. I haven't heard her voice in forever.

"Harry!" She sounds excited.

"I'm in prison." I rub my eye.

"What? What did you do! How long are you in!" She starts screaming.

"I was accused of rape, but I didn't rape anyone. And I'm in for 5 years." I answer her questions.


"Don't worry. I'll get out somehow, and pay bail or whatever." I assure her.

"Just, be careful. Don't be your father." I can hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Gemma is well." I changed the subject.

"She's probably a wreck now." Mum sighs.


"Hurry up mama's boy!" The officer says.

"I gotta go." I say.

"Okay Harry, I love you." She says, I hang up.

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