Chapter 31

Hola, guys! We meet again! I just wanna tell you that I know that I update almost every day, but that may soon change. I have mid terms coming up in a few weeks and I really need to study. Gah. Anyway, enjoy xx

P.S I wanna dedicate this chapter to xSnowKiss because her stories are amazing and I love them and yeah.

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Harry’s POV:

            “What’d you do to Carly?” Louis asks me accusingly as I enter the big hotel suite. Management had decided to get us a huge suit with multiple bedrooms instead of seperate ones. I guess they want to save money.

            I run a hand over my face, letting a sigh escape my lips. “I didn’t do anything,” I mumble.

            Zayn comes up, raising an eyebrow. “Then explain to us why when she came inside, she had tears in her eyes and went straight to her room without saying anything to us?”

            She was crying? Shit, that’s not what I wanted to happen.

            I looked at two of my best mates, who seemed a tad bit angry with me. Carly was like a little sister to them, since they already had a bunch of little sisters, and they get a bit protective over her. It’s cute how my best mates are protective over my girlfriend.

            “She won’t be your girlfriend for much longer if you don’t go in there and apologize,” Louis sassed. Oops, did I say that outloud?

            Zayn nods. “Yes, you did,” he says, and I get startled. They heard that too?! “Now get your arse in that room and apologiz to your girlfriend.”

            I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickly walked over to where Carly and I were sharing a room, and knocked on the door. “Carly? Can I come in?”

            “Whatever,” I heard her say, and I took it as a yes. At least she didn’t tell me to go away.  

            Walking in, I saw Carly sitting on the bed on her phone, scrolling up and down as she looked at her screen. Closing the door behind me, I walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry,” I blurt.

            Carly looks at me, narrowing her eyes at me. “Sorry for what, Harry?”

            I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. “I... Um.. Don’t know,” I mumble.         

            Carly rolls her eyes. “If you don’t know, then why are you apologizing?”

            “I don’t know,” I say with a sigh, my hands dropping into my lap.

            “Then let me ask you something,” Carly says, putting her phone down and sitting straight. “You were angry at me in the car, Harry. Why?” she asks.

            “I just...” I trail off, not finding the right words. “I guess I just didn’t like it when you said that I didn’t know anything. I got mad because you think that I don’t know, when the truth is I do know. I know you’re hurting, Carly. Others may not see it, but I do. I can tell how hard your childhood must have been for you, and I know the hate you’re getting right now is getting to you.” I crawl over to her, holding her small, cold hands in my large ones. She looks up at me, biting her bottom lip as I continue. “Babe, I want you to know that I care about you. I care so much about you, to the point where it hurts. It scares me how much I care about you, Carly, because other than my sister and my mum, I have never really cared so much about a girl before. I don’t want you going around and holding your upset feelings in. It’s okay to cry. And if you need a shoulder to cry on, me – and the rest of the lads – are all here. We’re here for you, and we care about you. A lot.”

            Tears sting Carly’s eyes as she bites her bottom lips. “Really?”

            I nod, squeezing her hands. “Really,” I confirm. “Heck, Zayn and Louis were about to murder me when they saw me walk in, and kept asking me what I did to you. I swear, I thought they were gonna rip my head off.”

Carly laughs, and I smile. “Imagine me dating a headless guy. That’d be some funny chiz.”

“Chiz?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow at her word choice.

She lets out a chuckle. “I heard it means some sort if German sausage.”

“From where?” I ask, laughing as I play with her fingers. 

“A show,” she mumbles out, causing me to laugh again. I continue playing with her fingers as I look at them, and I can sense Carly watching me. “You have tiny fingers,” I say.

“I do not!” Carly exclaims, prying her fingers away from mine and examining them. “They’re normal.” I chuckle and bring back her fingers to me, kissing her knuckles as she giggles slightly. “You strange child,” she laughs. 

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Carly was out with Kristen to discuss some things regarding the tour, so it was just the lads and I. We were now in Nashville, and the lads and I were sitting on the stage at the arena for tonight, rehearsing. We were on a break, and I was texting Carly. It sounded like she was bored because the restaurant she was at with Kirsten was way too fancy and sophisticated to her liking, and I just chuckled at her cuteness. At one point, we had this really weird conversation about diarrhea and a chocolate fountain, which I just had to snapshot and post to Twitter. (Convo on the side lol)

@Harry_Styles: The conversations I have with @CarlyMcKinley... She’s too cute haha xx  http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/conversation_zps85445475.png

            Once posting it, I checked all of the mentions and replies I was getting.

-Aw @Harry_Styles you and Carly are so cute!

-@Harry_Styles you and @CarlyMcKinley so would have this type of conversation...

-@Harry_Styles what the fuck did I just read....

            I chuckled at the fans’ responses, and then saw that Carly tweeted me as well.

@CarlyMcKinley: @Harry_Styles Why would you show my stupidity, Harry? Why? -.-

@Harry_Styles: @CarlyMcKinley Sorry babee. It was too priceless ;D xx

            I then put my phone back into my pocket since we had to get back to rehearsing. The lads and I grabbed our microphones and started singing through the rest of the songs, doing some vocal exersices along the way. Once we were done, Paul called us over, telling us that he has something important to tell us.

            “What’s up, Paul?” Liam asks him before gulping down some water from his bottle.

            Paul smiles. “I’m pleased to tell you lads that you have been nominated for two Teen Choice Awards.”

            We all grin, and Louis starts jumping. “That’s great!” he shouts enthusiastically.

            “Which categories?” Zayn asks.

            “Best Pop Album for Take Me Home and Best Pop Single for Kiss You,” Paul tells us, and we all grin widely. (A/N: This is 2013, obviously. So That’s why I used TMH. Also a reminder that Harry is 19, Louis is 21, & Zayn is 20.) “And the awards are really convenient because they take place in Los Angeles around the same time that we are headed there.”

            I hadn’t noticed while the entire time Paul was talking, my right hand was tapping my pant’s pocket because my phone was in there, and I was debating on whether or not to text Carly and tell her the news. She’s probably a bit busy with Kristen, but I just really want to talk to her. I miss her.

            Is that weird?

            We have been dating for like, a week or so, and I already can’t stand being away from her. It’s like I’m addicted to her. Her hair, eyes, smile, and her lips. Her plump, pink, kissable lips. I love the feeling of her lips against mine, the way that they molded perfectly together, and the sparks that would fly all over the place.

            I honestly sound like a girl right now, don’t I?

            The things Carly does to me......

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            “Harry!” I heard my favorite voice shout my name, causing me to do a 360 turn. I was on the stage, still at the arena, as I was typing away on my phone. When I turned around, I saw Carly run through the main doors of the arena, a grin on her beautiful face.

            Laughing, I put my phone away and bend down. Putting the palm of my hand on the stage floor, I jumped over the stage and land on the floor on my feet. I jog over to where Carly’s running and catch up to her. “What’s up?” I laugh.

            Her face is a bit flustered because of the running, but the grin never vanishes from her face. “Guess who’s nominated for Best Female Pop Singer for the Teen Choice Awards!?” Carly exclaims, doing a little excited dance.

            My jaw drops as my eyes widen. “No way! You got nominated?!” I exclaim, a grin on my face.

            Carly nods. “Yeah! Kristen told me just a few minutes ago,” she says. “I’m so excited!”

            I laugh and pull her in a hug, and she immediately wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m happy for you, babe,” I tell her honestly, tightening my grip on her. “Come on, let’s tell the boys,” I say as we pull away.

            Carly and I make our way backstage where the boys are, and when they see us, they smile. “Hey, Carly,” they all say.

            “Hey boys,” she grins. “Guess what?”

            “What?” they all ask.

            “I’m nominated for Best Female Pop Singer for the TCA’s!” she exclaims, her eyes beaming. I laced our hands together and squeezed her hand, causing to look over and smile at me.

            “That’s amazing!” Niall grins. “We got nominated for best album for Take Me Home and best single for Kiss You.”

            Carly grins. “Wow, congrats,” she smiles.

            “Hey, we’ll get to go together,” Zayn smiles.

            “Definitely,” Carly laughs.

            “Carly, we need you on stage!” one of the stage producers calls out.

            “Okay!” she calls back. “I’ll see you guys later,” she smiles at the boys, and then turns to me and places a sweet kiss on my lips. “Bye,” she grins and walks off.

            I stare after her as she walks on to the stage, grabbing her microphone as her band starts playing one of her songs and she starts to rehearse. Before she starts singing, she glances over and catches me staring at her. Carly sends me a flirty wink before she starts singing, turning away from me and causing me to smirk.

            “Dude, you’re so whipped,” Louis laughs, patting my shoulder.

            I tear my gaze away from Carly and look at Louis, furrowing my eyebrows. “What?” I ask, confused.

            “You’re like, obsessed with Carly,” my best friend told me. “I didn’t think you’d fall so hard for her.”

            “Yeah, neither did I,” I mumble in honesty. “It’s scary.”

            “But cute,” Louis adds with a smirk, before walking off.

            I shake my head as he stalks off, and just watch as Carly performs her song As A Blonde. As I watch her perform, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Keeping my eyes on Carly, I take my phone out and look down at the screen, only to have my heart stop. Why was she texting me? After two years, why is she texting me now, of all times? I looked down at my screen once again, trying to swallow the lump that was forming in my throat. It was such a simple text, but knowing that it came from her just makes me want to throw my phone against the wall.

From: Kate

Hey, Hazzy! How are you, babe?(;

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