Detailed Pain (Harry Styles FanFic)

Hi Everyone! This is my first I've ever written something so please be kind. I love Harry Styles and decided to write this story about him. I hope you all like it. Please keep rude comments to yourself and if you don't like it, DONT READ IT.

Anna Belle's POV:

I studied the small audience in the smokey bar as I pushed the stool to the front of the stage and adjusted the microphone. I squinted my eyes and noticed the same group of drunk bikers that come to Mike's Bar every Saturday I clock in. Every Saturday is "Open Mic Night", and every saturday I perform some chosen songs, and every Saturday I see the same people as I perform...

'No one new and nothing new Annie...'.

I shrugged off the thought and adjusted my eyes to the spotlight as a few bums whistled my way and said some vulgar things along the lines of "sexy" and "hot mama". I cleared my throat and slung my guitar from over my shoulder into in my lap and crossed my legs.

"How are y'all doin tonight...", I spoke, my voice shaking a bit. "I will be singing 'Bankrupt on Selling' by Modest Mouse. Hope y'all like it.."

"Hell Yeah Baby!" A stray gruff, smokers voice yelled from the bar stool. I ignored it and started strumming my guitar and moving my foot to the rhythm....

My name is Anna Belle Hudson. I was born and raised in Dallas, Texas until I was about 12 and then we moved to a small town in Minnesota. I'm 18 now, long dark brown hair with a small tint of mahogany that reaches my back with light brown eyes. My dad, Mike Hudson, raised me since I was 10 because my mom left with another man and left with all of our money. So me and my Dad decided to take over the family business in Minnesota and take care of the bar that my grandpa left to my dad after he passed. My grandpa's name was Mike too. I have an older sister named Lilly who lives in Texas with her fiance, Dan, and we're best friends. I call her everyday, or at least try to.

Anyways, back to the bar....it's in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere on the outskirts of a town with a population of only 2,300...talk about small. I hated it here, it was so much colder than Texas. My once tan skin turned pale the last few years I've been here. And I never in my life would fake tan, but my heart loved the sun and the warmth that came with it. I started singing at the bar when I was 16 and made very good tips as a beginner, sometimes up to $35.00 in one night. That was until less and less people started coming to the bar and now, only drunk bikers in leather come and sway to my music. I made $8.00 in tips last Saturday, and a napkin with a smudged phone number on it. I haven't had a boyfriend or a special someone in over 9 months...I didn't really care, but I still never put in any thought into finding someone. I've had my heart broken so many times before. I'm not looking for anything for a long time. A very long time.

I finished the last few parts of the song singing along with my guitar...

" Well, I'll go to college,

and I'll learn some big words.

And I'll talk real loud,

goddamn right I'll

be heard.

You'll remember all the guys

that said all those big words he must've learned in college.

And it took a long time,

I came clean with myself.

I come clean out of love with my lover,

I still love her, loved her more when she used to be sober and I was kinder."

As I finished the tune, the door of the bar swung open letting snowflakes and cold air replace the cigarette smoke and warm, stiff air. The piercing wind hit my face and made my hair fly in front of my eyes, causing me to lose vision of who came in. So I whipped it back with a swift movement of my head only to see 5 men walking into the bar. New men. Or should I say teenagers? I crinkled my nose knowing that no one under the age of 18 is allowed in the bar. There was one boy with blonde hair up in a quiff on top of his head, another with a black scruffy face and black hair to match his facial hair, and two more following them with short brown hair, and then the last one to walk in was staring right at me, his hair in thick brown curls falling over his eyes due to the wind from outside. I blinked at them and scooted my stool back to dismiss myself from the stage as everyone stared at the new meat. I set my guitar down as I made my way to the bar where my dad was serving beers to some guy with a beard.

"Hey Daddy..?." I said while sitting on a stool right in front of him.

"Hmm..?" He hummed, raising his eyebrows while pouring a beer into a frosty mug.

"We have some new guys." I stated.

"And why aren't you over there getting their drink oders and money??.." He questioned, giving me a smile.

"Haha! Um I think they'll have lemonades and gatorades. They don't look like they're 21." I smirked while flicking a peanut on the bar counter top.

He looked up and skimmed the bar until his eyes fell upon the new guys who were now sitting at a table. He squinted and said, "Go check ID's for me baby girl."

I gave him a pout, "But Daaaaaaad...."

I complained.

"Anna, please. I'm busy." He said giving me a sympathetic look.

"Ugh! Fine!..Only because you're a turd!"

I said rolling my eyes as my boots hit the dusty bar floor.