Yours, Clara- A Harry Styles Love Story

Chapter One

Chapter One

"CLARA BELLE BRAXTON GET YOU BUM DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

"IM COMING MOTHER!" I replied to that woman who seems to control every. Single. Aspect. Of my life. She's been continuously telling me to hurry up for the past ten min utes because we were running late to the grand opening of a new posh restaurant. Honestly, I would never even consider making an appearance.

I groaned and fluffed my freshly curled blonde locks. I grabbed my silver cluch and buckled my extremely expensive gold stappy heels.

The floor length mirror reflected back me, curly long blonde hair, big brown eyes. My long, silver curve-clinging dress shimmered in the flickering light of the roaring fire in the hearth.

It was winter in London, after all.

Lifting up my dress as not to trip, I clacked down the spiraling staircase to where my mother waited impatiently in her red evening gown.

"Well, well, well. Richard, dear, come look at who decided to grace us with her presence," my mother called to my father who was seated on a velvet loveseat, one hand in his pocket and one fingering a lit cigar.

"Yes, Helena," he agreed absentmindedly, as he was probably thinking about how to boost sales in his billion dollar cigar manufacturing company.

I rolled my charcoal lined eyes at my hopeless parents.

"Well, come on then, we're do at the opening in half an hour!" my mother hurried my father and I out of the ornate front door and into the waiting limo.

45 lecture-filled minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant. I didn't even remember the name. That's how much I failed to care.

I endured about an hour of painful small talk with wealthy old people before I gave up and retreated to the powder room.

I quickly checked my clutch just to make sure that my diary was still tucked safely inside the lining. I smiled and snapped it shut as I slipped inside a large stall, making sure that no one else was around to judge me.

After carefully placing the lid on the toilet with as few fingers as possible and sat down.

Then, I cracked open the worn brown leather that is my dairy and clicked my purple feather pen.

Dear Diary, I wrote in my spindly, nearly illegibly scrawl.

They're doing it again, Mum and Dad, I mean. As today's torture, they've dragged me along to an opening of some sort. It contains the usual, small talk and cocktail shrimp.

Why can't I just get out?! I'm sick and tired of all this. Ever since Melanie dumped me on my ass for "snogging" her "boyfriend", as she claims, it's been boredem with my parents.

And she was the one who was all "Ooh best frayunds for ever!" And look who ended our famous friendship. Me? No. The Little-Bitch-That-Was? HAIL YES!

I hate being here. It feels like lately everything has been a fake smile here, an interview there, no friendship anywhere. I want to escape from it all. If Rupert got to leave it all behind, then why don't I? Is the world just a sexist dish of fish and chips or som ething!?!? WHERE IS THE LOVE FOR GLAMOROUS ENGLISH WOMEN!?!?!?

Give me a week, just a week, and I bet my Rolex fem-watch that I'll be out of here, for good. I dont know what I will do, but I'm going to do it.

Just wait.

Yours, Clara

I signed my name with the same flourish that I signed autographs with.

How ironic.

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Hay yalllllllllllllllll. ITS ANNIE! But you can call me Gladys. I'm cowriting this phenominiall, extrodinharry, fabulouis, brilliam, amazayn story with Zoie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yah betch i went there. SO i love you all. And if you desire my friendship or fanning (Mignon_Ann is ma name and being fantastic is my game.), you must comment. Not kiddin darling. So go on ahead and shower us with comments like "I WANT I WANT I WANT HARRYS GRAVY!" Orrr "OH EM GEE YALL ARE SOOOO AMAZING AT WRITING LET ME BEEE YEWWW" or just plain old "Annie/Gladys I love you." so cheerio my darlings. -Gladys/Annie <3

So that was Annie/Gladys. Please call her Gladys. She cool. Anywho, so how did we like this little look into the future?? PULEASE COMMENT WITH YOUR OPINIONS!!!! THIS IDEA CAME TO ANNIE AND I REALLY LATE LAST NIGHT AND WE HAD TO MAKE IT COME TRUE!!! This is like the Pilot chapter. If you guys like it, we'll write more. If you don't...we'll still probably write more, just less enthusiastically. I LUFF YEW ALL!!!

VOTE, COMMENT AND FAAAAAAN!!

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