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.


32. You Again

Clarke's P.O.V

"Harry!" I scream and jump into his arms. I swear this feels like a movie.

"Clarke." He lifts me up and hugs me. I missed him. His smell, his face, him!

"Why didn't you come back." I say once he lets me down.

"I wanted to give you a chance in life." He says. What the fuck is that supposed to mean.

"What?" I ask.

"Listen, Clarke, you will go no where with me by your side. I'll hold you back." He brushes his fingers through his long hair.


"I've missed you like hell, but I can't stick around for long." He turns and starts to walk away.

"Harry, please." My voice cracks. "Harry, I love you." I cry. He stops walking and turns around. Then he walks fast towards me. Harry then grabs my face and kisses me for what feels like forever.

"I love you more, more than you could ever imagine." He says softly with his raspy voice. Then he walks away without looking back. I go back to the bar and see Zayn standing there.

"I saw Harry." I force a smile.

"Really, where is he?" He looks around the street.

"He left." Tears start pouring down my face. "He left me." I cry. Zayn takes me by surprise and hugs my small body.

"It's okay, you have me, Kennedy, and your mum." He strokes my hair.

"What the fuck." Kennedy walks in. I let go of Zayn and hug her.

"Harry left." I say.

"That son of a bitch." Kennedy mumbles.

"Yea, that son of a bitch." I say.

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