1930 | Harry Styles

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July 1936

It was the only job she could find, working in some musky pub that was barely surviving during this wretched time. Her family was down in the dumps, her father being a veteran of the First World War and immediately undergoing some harsher realities.

He had been shot, and only barely making it out alive. After the war came to an end, he had terrors each night which had always come with a price. Her mother was always threatening to leave, saying she couldn't take it anymore. She was sick of waking up to thrashing around, she was fed up her husband not returning back to work, and she was at her breaking point when the money we had saved up was lost on that terrible day.

Since then, nothing remained the same. Her mother was too terrified of leaving, she didn't have much, what she did have, those precious pearls of her were sold to desperate buyers in order to provide food for her dysfunctional family or, just to have enough to pay the bills. 

Rose, the only one with a head screwed on right. She was the most mature out of her family of six, being at a tender age of 15, she knew the struggles her family was going through and she took up the offer from her best friend's father, the man who owned the oldest club in her gritty town.

Rose took the offer but kept it hidden from her entire family. With her father finally getting back on track and attending the factories daily in order to make quick cash, she knew her parents would not agree on letting their only daughter tend at a pub filled with low lives, bums, and drunks. 

Luckily, a straight year of lying to her family and the going behind her parents back of paying for the electricity and heat, or casually leaving money under her parent's pillows. Rose was always trying to help them, being the second oldest and having two younger siblings, she was using all the tips she managed to make in order to buy them sweets, or clothing as theirs became old, dirty and ripped up. She was always looking out for her family. 

Now that it was mid-summer, she was making more as times were getting better. She was seeing more faces around, but one was always the same. He had brown, curly hair that was always left unstyled  but suited his long face insanely well. His eyes were a gorgeous green, that she admittedly could not stop admiring. He was always around with an older man, he was fairly regular, always coming around for a quick pint and always ordered a sandwich in which would be for the curly haired boy. 

He always left wonderful tips for Rose, as if he knew her situation as the blonde always looked tired. She was a hard worker. He enjoyed as she memorized his order, the time he was in and how everything was already prepared for him. 

That night, they had both made it to the pub. Being as it was insanely understaffed, Rose was frantically trying to serve everyone she could. The now sixteen-year-old was close to tears due to the overwhelming stress she was undergoing. 

She was a mess, and she was absolutely terrified that Jo's father would scold her for the disaster that occurred. Trays littered the floor, shot glasses and bottles and cans of beers were everywhere. To make things worse for her, it was payday. The ones with the day-to-day jobs were in with friends, while the wealthier ones were alone.

So was the curly-haired brunette she grew a liking to.

Sitting down at an empty table as most of the rowdy customers were served and calmed down, she'd rest her head on her hands and quietly sniffle. She was glad Jo's father came in and instead of scolding, he comforted her and allowed her to take a quick break in order to relax. 

Rose was not left alone like she wanted, however, she was in the company of someone she always wanted to speak to.

"Are yeh' alright love?" The voice was deep and stood out amongst the harsher tones. The males' voice was soothing, putting Rose to ease as it was not coming from one of the harsh drunks trying to flirt with her or get into her pants.

Wiping her eyes and trying to compose herself, she had almost gasped when she realized who was trying to console her.

Smiling down at her, she'd realize his deep dimples she somehow missed. "Doing alright love?" He questioned, his eyes twinkling under the dark lights.

Nodding, Rose was almost at a loss for words. "Yeah, sorry." She informed him quickly, rubbing her eyes again.

"Sometimes this job gets really stressful." Rose elaborated, shrugging her shoulders. 

"I'm sorry love." Sitting down in front of her, he'd keep his giant smile as he tried so hard to see the gorgeous smile he grew to adore.

"Well, I'm Harry." He said, sticking out his hand. 

Rose would scrunch up her nose- something Harry admitted to himself was insanely adorable.

"My hands smell like alcohol." She told him, her cheeks turning a bright red.

"And they're awfully clammy." She warned, causing Harry to let out a deep laugh that sent shivers along her body. 

"I don't mind, surely." He promised. 

Looking towards his hand, Rose would realize the gold bands on his fingers and she confirmed that his family was on the wealthier side than most of the people living in these parts of town. 

Sighing, she'd smile up at him and gently hold his hand. Her smaller hand, fit perfectly in his large ones. This was finally it, she know knew the green eyed guy she had a tiny crush on.

"I'm Rose."