Yours, Clara- A Harry Styles Love Story

Chapter Four

I got out of the car with gusto, adrenaline pumping through my veins. It had been four years since I saw my brother, Rupert. When he had first left, I felt abandoned because he was the only one who truly believed how much I disliked my position in life. But lucky him, being five years older, he got to escape it all. And to do that, he moved to a small town in Mississippi called Greenville.

Greenville is one of those small towns that you read about in books. Old houses, family-owned businesses, and absolutely no chain restaurants. They didn’t even have a jail! Everyone looked after everyone and no one ever had to be forced to pick up litter because everyone in the town wanted to make the place beautiful. There are only three schools, Greenville Elementary, Greenville Middle, and Greenville High. There was only one church, and it was Catholic. Most of the population was Catholic, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t gossip or have a few Buds.

Anyways, I walked up to the house my brother had told me about, two stories, big, Southern front porch, light blue paint, and white shutters. I saw Rupert standing on the porch with a smug look on his face.

“Took ya long enough” He said as he walked forward to grab my bags.

“I thought you were English, not a hillbilly!” I replied with raised eyebrows as I mimicked his faux-Southern accent.

“Well I couldn’t let my employer get suspicious, now could I?” He said as he brought me into a giant hug. “I missed you, Clara.”

“I missed you too, Rupert,” I said.

“So,” He started as he took my bags and walked into the house, “How’s the beaux?”

“Um,” I said with uneasiness, “He killed himself with some painkillers.”

“Oh, Clara Belle, I’m so sorry.” My brother said with true pity.

“It’s no big deal.” I replied as I picked up my bag again.

“I hate to tell you this, but we have some rules here.” Rupert said as I groaned in agony. “You have to talk in a fake accent, and you have to get a job. These people need to accept you so try to make your way in every little shop and be as friendly as possible. AND NO BOYS IN THE HOUSE UNLESS I APPROVE!” He added as he pushed open a door and put my bag down. “Lunch will be ready in like two hours so go walk around town after you settle in!” He called from the staircase.

I stood there and observed my room. Queen size bed with what appeared to be a home-made white quilt, white dresses, white doors, decent sized closet, and a white desk with a chair with a patterned cushion.  Everything was wood and classic, and the walls were a white paneled wood. I unpacked my things and headed downstairs and out the back door.

After a few short minutes of walking, I saw cute small little shop with an old Coke sign in the window. I walked in and heard a small bell ding. A short little lady in a floral dress and white hair walked in through a door and walked up to the counter.

“You must be new here!” She said with a genuine smile and deep accent even though she had a chirpish voice. “My name is Mizz Belle! I sell some of the oldest and best sweet tea down here in Greenville! I insist you try some, darling.” She said as she pulled out a big pitcher of, what I’m guessing, is sweet tea.

“I’m Clara Belle,” I said with the most southern accent I could muster.

She poured some in a big glass and handed it over. I took a small sip. It was probably the best thing I had ever had. She saw my reaction and smiled.

“You seem like a suh-weet girl! Where are you workin down here in Greenville?” She asked with a curious expression.

“How’d ya know I am workin?” I asked in return.

“Well, Hunneh, you don’t just VISIT Greenville, you stay here. Cuz if ya try ta leave, you always end up comin back.” She said with a smile.

“Oh.” I replied with a dumb look on my face. “Well I’m not workin anywhere yet, Mizz Belle.”

“Well, well, well! Ya got any coordination in them tiny bones of yours? Cuz the little ballet studio is hirin!” She told me.

“Oh yeah, well I guess I could check that out. Thank you Mizz Belle!” I replied with a smile.

Mizz Belle smiled sweetly at me as she said, “Sweetheart, I know you aint from ‘round here, but down here we say ‘Yes Ma’am.’” She smiled again and walked through the back door again.

I stood there for a minute or two and then I pursued this dance place Mizz Belle mentioned.

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Hi everyone!!! If you can'tread southern, then youtube search southern accents. Sorry it took a bit to update, but I was hangin with friends a lot!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! Oh and I got my new school uniform... ack.

Much love, Gladys. <3 MWAH! (The attachment is the bedroom)