Clash | Harry Styles

Clash (Harry Styles Love Story)

Hi, before you start reading we just wanted to introduce ourselves. I'm Kelly and my co-writer is Irrum. We will take it in turns to write each chapter and we really hope you enjoy reading this just as much as we enjoy writing it.

Irrum (@breathejbswagge) is starting this fan fiction off by writing chapter 1 and then I will write chapter 2 ect.

*In this fan fiction we are trying to recreate Harry's life as it would be if 1D were never formed. Please take into consideration that this is just a fan fiction and most parts to this story are a work of fiction and not true. Please give our work a chance; you never know you might actually like it. Thank you!

2018 Update: I'm having a lot of people read this at the moment and I would just like to point out that this story is very old and that I hope in my newer stories I have improved my writing skills considerably. This was the first "story" we had ever written and I'm sure we were only 15? So please remember that when reading :) thanks and enjoy reading guys haha! - Kelly

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Harry's P.O.V

There she sat, smiling and laughing away. Her smile as bright as a star, hair glowing as the suns ray illuminates the silky brown of her hair. She stops laughing for a moment as her head turns in my direction, her head tilted as we make eye contact from meters away. As much as I want to keep looking I turn my gaze and focus on cleaning the bar counter, my hand making circling motions cleaning the counter as I look back up every so often when I know she isn't looking.

She isn't on her own; in fact she's with a group of boys all huddled around the booth where's she sat. She's next to the schools player. Dark black hair, styled with a quiff, olive skin and a muscular frame.

I dare not serve them. As soon as that thought runs through my head, the player waves his hand in the air.

"Oi, yeah you take our order!" I look around hoping he's talking to someone else but his eyes stay fixed to my contact. "Are you deaf or stupid?" He chuckles.

My blood starts to boil at his words and my eyes grew tighter but I need this job and he's a lot stronger than me. I made my way over and reach into my dark red apron, pulling out my notepad and pen.

"Yes, can I take your order?" I say trying to be polite.

"No...I just called you 'cause I wanted to start a conversation." He spits sarcastically.

The girl puts her hand on his knee as the jock start to chuckles with his mates. He looks at her as she shakes her head for him to stop but the only reply she gets is an eye roll. He noticeably shuffles his leg around trying to let go of her grip.

"I'll have an ice cold banana milkshake please." She smiles sweetly my way completely ignoring her boyfriend.

I looked up at her innocent looking face, her smile so radiant. She runs her hand through her hair and tilts it to look at me.

"Hey, hey that's my property." He hissed angrily. I look back up at him as his cold smirk gives me shivers down my spine. He's so hateful.

"Get us all cold strawberry shakes." He orders as I scribble it down as fast as I can but with shaking hands that's hard to do quickly.

"Is that it?" I ask. But he isn't listening as he talks to the lad next to him.

"Yeah..." She smiles at me and gives me a nod.

I walk away rapidly hoping to never encounter them again although I want to see her again but I know that will never happen. I head back behind the counter to retrieve eight tall glasses from under the bar and begin to fill them up with cold milkshake.