Chapter 37

Pretty short chapter, & it's probably not that good either. Sorry to dissappointtttt.

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Carly’s POV:

            When you love someone, you care for them more than you care about yourself. Love is the biggest risk anyone can ever take. You literally put your heart in someone else’s hands and give them the chance to either make or break you. Your whole world revolves around the one you love, and vice versa. Their joy is your joy. Their pain is your pain. The more your love grows for that person, the more you realize that you would do anything for them. The person is the first thing that crosses your mind when you wake up in the morning, and the last thing when you go to bed at night. You have endless dreams about them, and the only reason you wake up is to see their face in reality.

            Being in love is like finding your other half, it makes you feel whole because you literally find the other half of your heart and soul. And when you find that other half, everything feels different. Pain doesn’t hurt quite as much, because no matter how bad things get you can always go back to the thought that you are in love and someone lovs you back. It’s an amazing feeling. Happiness is ten times greater because you have that person to share it with. Being in love is the most insane and unbearably amazing feeling that someone can ever experience in their life. I have never experienced it before, but I think I’m starting to now.

            True love is something that can never come easy. True love can’t be bought, you can’t pay someone to love you unconditionally. But it’s there; true love exists. It’s the one thing that absolutely everyone can find, and no one can ever take it away from them. When you love someone, no matter what they do or what they’ve done in the past, you don’t care about it. You understand them better than anyone else, so you know the person they truly are. Which makes you the most forgiving person that they can ever find. When you love someone, they aren’t just someone you want – they’re someone you need. They’re not someone in your life – they are your life. They’re not someone you like – they’re someone you love.

            As an eighteen year old girl, I have never been in love. The only people I ever loved in my life are my mum, Brian, my fans, Ashley, and the rest of my friends. But of course, that love was like family and friend love. Never once did I ever feel love for a certain guy, much less be in love with them. I thought that kind of love didn’t exist – that it wasn’t possible. But this boy sitting right next to me had managed to change that.

            Harry Styles loves me.

            The minute those three words escaped his mouth, my heart froze and time stopped. I couldn’t believe that he actually had said that at first, but then I looked into his green, sparkling eyes, and I knew that he meant it. He really does love me.            

            And you know what? I’m pretty sure I love him too.

            Love is about understanding the person in a way no one else can, and I believe that’s how Harry and I feel about each other. He understands me. He has looked past all of my flaws, and still manages to understand me as a girl. And same for me. Harry isn’t the famous Harry Styles from One Direction to me. In fact, he’s just Harry to me. I don’t give a crap on what the media says about him; on how he’s a womanizer and how he can’t stay committed to one girl. I don’t care what Jack had said about him. Truth is, they don’t even know him. I do. I know the sweet and caring person he is. I know the funny and humorous person he is. I know how much he loves and cares for his family, friends, and fans. I know how he can be so vulnerable when it comes to the hate he gets. I know how bad and upset he feels when he can’t talk to or see all of his fans.

            I know Harry Styles in a way I don’t think anyone else can.

            I watch as Harry bites his bottom lip, searchig my face as he waits for a reaction. The poor lad actually looks a bit nervous. I fight back a smile, thinking of how scared he might be. His hands are still holding mine, his fingers playing with my dainty ones. I twist my hands so now I’m the one holding his hands, and I put the back of his hands under my chin, still holding on to them. Harry looks into my eyes and I smile at him. “I love you too, Styles,” I say softly.

            Harry’s eyes slightly widen and I let out a small chuckle and he smiles as well. “Thank goodness for that,” he sighs in relief. “If not, then it would’ve made things awkward.”

            I roll my eyes. “Of course I love you, Haz,” I say. “It’s just a scary thought, you know? Not once has a guy said he loves me, so I was in kind of a shock,” I tell him honestly.

            Harry nods, understanding. “I totally get it,” he says slowly, his voice deep. “I never said ‘I love you’ to a girl before, and realizing that I actually now really do love a girl, it’s both an amazing and frightening feeling.” I nod, agreeing with his words. We stay silent for a few minutes, but it isn’t awkward or anything. It’s more comforting, actually. I look out the room’s window as I see birds flying around in the blue San Diego sky, white clouds scattered here and there. “Carly,” I hear Harry’s voice say.

            I turn to look at him, but instead my lips meet a pair of soft ones. I chuckle breathily as Harry kisses me, and kiss him back. Harry’s right hand removes itself from my hand and cups the side of my face as his tongue makes it’s way into my mouth. After a few minutes of kissing, the two of us pulled away, though our faces still stayed very close.

            Harry slightly smirks. “I love you,” he says again, making a grin appear on my face.

            “I love you too.”

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            “So are we ever gonna do that couple’s bucket list?” Harry asks me the next day.

I look at him, my eyes slightly wide. “You seriously wanna do that?” I ask, stunned. I was joking at the time, to be honest.

Harry shrugs. “I think it'd be cute,” he says, sipping his coffee. The two of us were at at Starbucks, sitting across from each other while staring out the window.

I grin. “That would be adorable,” I say.

Harry lifts up in his chair a bit and takes out a folded piece of paper out. “Here,” he says, handing it to me. Why in the world does he have a piece of paper in his pocket? “Do you have a pen?”

I smirk as I open up my giant ass bag and take out three colorful pens. One blue, one purple, and one pink. Harry gives me a weird look and I chuckle. “What? I like to be organized,” I say defensively. Harry just laughs, and with the purple pen I write on the heading ‘Together Let’s...’ and look at Harry. “So what should the first one be?”

Harry puts on a thinking face before snapping his fingers, as if he had the most brilliant idea. “Split a milkshake!” he declares.

I chuckle and write it down with the purple pen. We continue pouring out things that the two of us would want to do together, and by the time we were done, we had fifty two activities written down. Fifty two! The list goes like;

1.    Split a milkshake

2.    Go to the aquarium

3.    Take a nap

4.    Kiss in the rain

5.    Ride a Ferris wheel

6.    Get matching outfits

7.    Buy matching bracelets

8.    Go on a roadtrip

9.    Make breakfast

10.  Write each other letters

11.  Go mini golfing

12.  Get in trouble

13.  Kiss at midnight

14.  Make T-shirts

15.  Bake something

16.  Go to town

17.  Make a couple video

18.  Spend a day at the beach

19.  Sing a song REALLY loud

20.  Order Chinese food

21.  Build a blanket fort

22.  Stargaze

23.  Go to the zoo

24.  Pick out each other’s outfits

25.  Go tanning

26.  Have a Harry Potter marathon

27.  Kiss underwater

28.  Watch fireworks

29.  Fall asleep on the phone

30.  Get ready together

31.  Go on a classy-ass date

32.  Get ice cream

33.  Go to the gym

34.  Read a book

35.  Take a bubble bath

36.  Go on a run

37.  Have a paint war

38.  Take a picture of us kissing

39.  Go on a Starbucks date

40.  Slow dance

41.  Share popcorn at the movies

42.  Get a pedicure

43.  Paint something

44.  Go swimming

45.  Watch a sunset

46.  DISNEY LAND!

47.  Go and pick strawberries

48.  Have a ticklefight

49.  Adopt a puppy

50.  Have a picnic

51.  Carve our names in a tree

52.  Grow old together

Granted, some of these things like go on a Starbucks date (which we were technically doing now) and take a picture of us kissing we already did, we still want to do them again. And this time, when we do all of these things, we are gonna take pictures to prove it. The last one, ‘grow old together’, kind of stuck out to me. The two of us had said that as a joke, but I wrote it down anyway. Once I had finished writing, I looked up and saw that Harry was smiling down at something on my phone.

      “Whatcha looking at?” I ask, putting the pen down.

      Harry’s face lifts up and his eyes lock with mine as a smile grows on his lips. He turns the phone to let me see, and I saw that he was looking at the picture of us kissing on my wallpaper. “We’re pretty cute,” he smirks.

      I chuckle, nodding. “That, we are,” I agree.

      He asks for the paper and I hand it to him. I watch as his green eyes scan it over as he reads, and then he looks up at me. “How about we get started on this tomorrow?” he asks.

      I nod, smiling. “Definitely.”

Harry’s POV:

      The minute Carly and I walk out of Starbucks, we are bombarded with at least two dozen paparazzi. I immediately grabbed Carly’s hand as her and I both simultaneously groaned. As we pushed through the thick crowd, the paparazzi kept shouting things at us.

      “HARRY! Is Carly just a fling for you?!”

      “People think your relationship is a publicity stunt! Is it true?!”

      “Carly, is your mother being pregnant true?!”

      “CARLY! Are you just using Harry?!”

            But then there was that one question that always pissed me off.

            “Harry! Is it true that you slept with 410 girls last year?!”

            My head snapped to whatever direction that question came from, and my eyes most likely darkened. My nose flared as I searched the sea of people, but my eyes were blinded by the several flashes. Clenching my jaw, I was about to shout something but then I felt Carly squeeze my hand, putting her other hand on my upper arm.  

            “Don’t listen to them, Harry,” I heard her voice whisper in my ear. “It’s not worth it.”

            I grinded my teeth together as I roughly pushed through the paparazzi, making sure I was careful with pulling Carly along with me. The two of us got into the car that I had rented and I opened the door for Carly. She got in and I walked around the car, ignoring the obnoxious paparazzi, and got into the car. With a sigh, I sat in the drivers seat and started up the car. Driving away, my hands clenched the steering wheel as I glared over at the road.

            “Haz...?” Carly carefully asks. “You okay?”

            I let out a shaky breath, taking a left turn. “Yeah. I’m... I’m fine,” I answer with yet another sigh.

            From the corner of my eye, I see Carly bite her bottom pink lip. Instead of saying anything, I feel her hand grip my free one and she gives it a tight squeeze. I smile at her action of just comforting me and not pushing it any further.

            I finally pull up to the hotel parking lot and kill the engine. Carly and I get out of the car and head over to the lobby. Walking towards the elevator, we climb into the empty lift and press the number 44. Since our floor was one of the very top ones, it takes a while to get up there. The elevator was silent, except for the sound of the annoying elevator music that plays all the time.           

            “You’re okay, right?” Carly asks from next to me.

            I look down at the brown haired girl. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell her.

            Carly sighs, shaking her head. “I hate paparazzi so freaking much.”

           

I chuckle, nodding my head and wrapping my arms around the petite girl. “I know, love. Me too.”

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