Chapter 27

Carly’s POV:

@CarlyMcKinley: Here’s a photo from today’s filming of the #FallingDownMusicVideo ! Can’t wait for you all to see it (: xx http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/78D6F580-01B1-42D4-B855-BDD576468CFF-1057-000000BD26A2F825.jpg

@Harry_Styles: At @CarlyMcKinley’s shoot for the #FallingDownMusicVideo! It’s amazing so far, you guys will love it. She looks amazing! http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/0377557A-3B89-4D11-94AE-AF0C6B44978B-1057-000000BD3059460E.jpg

     The picture I tweeted was of me making a face with my hand in the air as I stared at the camera. But Harry’s was actually pretty cool. It was of me doing some sort of stance with a pink and black background. I was looking down as my hair was flying up, and I was wearing black skinny jeans with black knee high boots, with a silver and purple tank top. I had multiple bracelets on my right wrist, and my make up was done with my hair straightened.

     We were done filming with more than half of the music video, and it as it was my first music video, it was so much fun. We were filming in the Centre de Danse du Marais, a dance studio right here in Paris. The walls were electronic, so we could have practically any background we wanted. There was a big fan here to give off the wind effect, and my band was here too.

     Right now I was on my phone, tweeting some fans as I waited for the next take. We were almost done shooting the music video, and it was tiring. The call time was at eleven in the morning, because since we only had two more days in Paris, they wanted this music video to be filmed fully and done with, so I could have my last two days in Paris full of relaxation. It was four in the afternoon now, so it had been five hours of filming and dancing and whatnot. As fun and exciting as it was, I was dead tired.

     “Carly, we need you!” one of the producers called out, and I exited out of my Twitter app and locked my phone, then I gave it to Harry who put it in his jeans pocket.

     “Enjoy!” Harry says, grinning, and I roll my eyes.

     He leans forward for a kiss but Marissa steps inbetween. “Nu-uh-uh!” she interrupts, putting her arm inbetween Harry and my faces. “A kiss will ruin your lipstick! Harry, you can always kiss her when she’s done.”

     Harry pouts and I laugh at his face, and then point at my cheek. He then grins and places a kiss on my cheek, until I’m dragged off to the set by someone.

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     “And that’s a wrap!” Jordan, the director, yells.

     I throw my hands up in the air, shouting, “Yes!”

     My band comes up and we do a group hug, joyous over the fact that we finally finished filming our first music video. After pulling away, I see Harry and he comes up to me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “That was bloody amazing,” Harry laughs, hugging me.

     “Thanks,” I reply.

     “Can I kiss you now?” he asks, chuckling.

     I smile toothily. “Why yes, yes you can.”

     With that, Harry leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I smile through the kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck. We broke the kiss a minute later, since I had to change. Walking into the dressing room, I changed out of these clothes and wore some more comfortable ones. I slipped on a loose white and grey tank top with dark blue jeans and black flats. After changing, I searched around for my phone and then I realized that Harry had it. Walking out of the dressing room, I spot Harry and walk over to him. I notice that he had slipped on a black sweatshirt with a white plus sign on it and it said the name Ed Sheeran. When he saw me, he smiled.

     “Nice sweatshirt,” I smile, holding the fabric of it between my forefinger and my thumb.

     Harry smirks, making his left dimple appear. “It all has to do with our second date.”

     My eyes widen. “Our second date?”

     Harry nods, bring his right hand up and lacing it with my left. “Carls, you’re about to meet one of my best mates, Ed Sheeran.”

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     We were at the same arena that we had our concert at a few nights ago, only it was Ed Sheeran performing. I was so excited, since I was actually such a huge fan of Ed and his music. Harry and I were backstage right now, and just then the one and only Ginger Jesus walked out of his dressing room. I resisted the urge to let out a squeal and appear like a fan girl, so I just tried to stay calm. Ed looked at Harry and he grinned, and then walked over to us.

     “Harry, mate!” Ed exclaims, and then he and Harry do some sort of man hug. “How are you?”

     “I’m good, yourself?” Harry smiles.

     Ed nods. “Great,” he says, and then he sees me. “No way, you’re Carly McKinley!”

     He knows me. He knows who I am.

     Do. Not. Fangirl.

     Instead, I smile I nod. “Yeah, that’s me,” I laugh. “Big fan.”

     “Same here!” he grins. “So you’re friends with the boys?”

     Before I can answer, Harry wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Actually, Carly’s my girlfriend.”

     My eyes widen slightly at that, but then I calm myself. Ed is one of Harry’s best friends, so of course he’d tell him. Ed looks over at me and grins. “Who would have thought that the Harry Styles would finally settle down with a girl?” he chuckles. “Well, congrats to you two.” We laugh and thank him, and then someone calls to him. “That’s my cue. Enjoy the show, you two!” he says before running off on stage.

     Once he’s gone I turn to Harry. “Oh my God; I just met Ed Sheeran.”

     Harry grins widely, dimple and teeth visible. “So is this a good second date?”

     I smile, pecking him on the lips. “It’s the best second date ever.”

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@CarlyMcKinley: @EdSheeran concert with @Harry_Styles! :D http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/99ED0DD0-D654-4203-BA34-3AB9019B3072-1179-000000D80C5F43F5.jpg

     I smiled as I posted the picture on Twitter of Harry and I backstage at the concert, and watched as Ed started performing The A Team, one of my most favorite songs by him. “White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes.”

     I swayed back and forth ever so slightly as Ed’s angelic voice echoed across the arena, the fans screaming, and Harry and I watched as Ed played the guitar and sang. Somewhere in between where Ed was singing and playing, Harry’s arm wrapped around my shoulder as he pulled me into him, my body burying into his side as my face rested against his chest, watching Ed Sheeran sing in that beautiful voice of his. My arms automatically wrapped around Harry’s torso as his face buried into my hair.

     “You smell like strawberries,” Harry mumbles into my hair.

     I laugh. “It’s probably my shampoo,” I inform him.

     “I like it,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. 

     “You’re cute,” I say, looking up at him.

     Harry winks down at me. “Oh, I know.” 

     As Ed finishes singing the A Team, the crows erupts into cheers and Harry and I clap along as well. Ed brings his face closer to the microphone as he clears his throat. “This next song is for a very special friend of mine and his new bird,” he says, and quickly sends over a smile into Harry and my direction. Harry and I look at each other and then back at Ed as he starts singing Kiss Me. “Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me and hold me in your arms,” Ed’s wonderful voice sings throughout the arena, causing girls to scream and a smile to grow on my face. Ed Sheeran was dedicating Kiss Me to Harry and I.

     “Best second date ever?” Harry smiles down at me.

     “Best second date ever,” I confirm, leaning up and kissing my already perfect boyfriend.