Chapter 4

Kind of shortt, but enjoyy xx

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Harry’s POV:

     “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me something I don’t know, something I don’t know, something I don’t know. Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me something I don’t know, something I don’t know, something I don’t know. How many inches in a mile? What it takes to make you smile? Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby. Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me something I don’t know, something I don’t know, something I don’t know,” the beautiful voice belted out in the recording studio in front of ours, causing us to stop singing.

     The lads and I were here at Sunshine Records to record some extra songs for the delux Take Me Home album when we heard a girl’s beautiful voice sing. Across the hallway is another recording studio, and the girl’s voice was so strong it traveled through the doors and into our ears, behind our closed door. Liam, who had been recording his solo, had also stopped singing because he too heard the voice. Who was that?

     “Mark, can we please go check out whoever’s singing?” Louis asks Mark, the one who is in charge around here.

     Mark nods. “Yeah, go ahead,” he says, standing up from his swivelling chair. “I need to get myself some lunch anyways.”

     We grin and walk out the door, eager to know who it is. The girl was still singing, and the room was right across from ours. Zayn knocked on the door, causing the girl to stop singing, and someone opened the door. When the door swung open, it revealed Kristen, Carly’s manager. And since Kristen is here, that means....

     “Kristen, who is it?” the familiar female voice asks, and in less than a second Carly appears. When she sees us, a smile makes it’s way on to her lips. “Boys! Hey, what’re you doing here?”

     “We were recording just across the hall,” Niall explains.

     “Yeah, and we heard you sing so we wanted to, erm, say hi to you,” I add on.

     Carly and Kristen chuckle. “Come on in, boys,” Kristen says as she and Carly step aside to let us walk in. We smile and walk in and Kristen goes over to sit down and talk with some guy. I guess he has the same job Mark does.

     “So what was that you were recording?” Louis asks Carly, sitting down on a couch.

     “Oh, it was the last song for my album,” she grins. “I finally finished writing the song and wanted to record it as soon as possible.”

     I smile at her. “It sounds great,” I tell her.

     Carly smiles, and I can see a faint pink on her cheeks. “Thanks.”

     We all talked for a few minutes until Liam says, “Lads, I have to go. Dani wants to meet up with me.”

     We nod. “We’ll see you later, Li,” Zayn says, and Liam says goodbye and then walks out.

     After Liam walks out, Louis sighs dramatically. “Ah, young love.”

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Carly’s POV:

     “Thank goodness. I’m done,” I sigh in relief after I finish recording my last song, taking off the headphones and hanging them on the microphone stand.

     Kristen grins from the other side of the glass, giving me a thumbs up, and I walk out of the booth. “That was amazing, Carly!” Kristen exclaims with a big smile, giving me a tight squeeze.

     I laugh. “Thanks,” I say. “I just hope the fans like it.”

     Kristen scoffs. “Are you kidding? They’re gonna love it,” she says. “You totally nailed it, babe.”

     I smile, running a hand through my long hair. I walked over to the corner of the room, where my flats were. Don’t judge me, but whenever I am recording a song, I always do it barefoot. I find it more comfortable that way. As I was putting on my shoes, the recording studio’s door swung open and in walked Harry. “I bring with me M&Ms!” he exclaims, holding up two small boxes of the chocolatey goodness.

     My eyes widen and I run over to him. “Gimme!” I say, and Harry chuckles and hands me one of the boxes. “You are an angel, Harry Styles,” I add as I open the box.

     “So I’ve been told,” he grins cheekily, his green eyes sparkling.

     I chuckle and pop two M&Ms in my mouth, chewing them and then swallowing. M&Ms are my weakness, if you didn’t already know. “Hey, Carls,” Kristen says, causing Harry and I to look at her. “I have an important meeting to go to,” she says. “You think you can find a ride?”

     Before I could reply, Harry says, “Don’t worry. I have my car parked out. I’ll drive Carly.”

     Kristen nods, and then says goodbye and leaves. Harry and I talk for a few minutes, eating our beloved M&Ms and talking about our new albums. “So did you guys find an opening act for your tour yet?” I ask, popping yet another M&M into my mouth.

     Harry sighs and shakes his head. “No,” he says. “We have a bunch of artists in mind, but nothing has been finalized yet.”

     I nod, finishing my box of M&Ms. Once the two of us are done eating, we decide that we should go. Grabbing my bag, Harry and I head out of the building and into the LA air. Wearing our sunglasses, Harry and I walk towards his car, ignoring the few paparazzi that are here, asking us questions.

     “Harry! Are you and Carly dating?!”

     “Harry, why didn’t you leave with the rest of your band!?”

     “Carly, are you just using Harry for the fame?!”

     The last question really ticked me off. ‘Are you just using Harry for fame?’ Okay, no I’m not. First of all, we’re just friends, nothing more. And second, the only way I think becoming famous is right, is by using your own true talent. So no, I’m not using Harry just for the fame. Using someone for fame is pathetic and just wrong, and that’s not something I believe in.

     Harry and I ignored the questions being thrown at us, and just walked to his car. He got into the drivers seat while I got into the passenger one, and then he started the car and drove off. “Sorry about that,” he apologized.

     I chuckle. “You have nothing to be apologizing for. Don’t worry,” I tell him, taking out my phone.

     Harry sighs quietly and continues to drive. I first text Ashley, wanting to know what she’s up to.

To: Ash:*

Hey Ashh. Whatcha up to?

From: Ash:*

I’M DYING. It’s break time over at Uni, and I’m spending it all to study for the big exam I was telling you about.

To: Ash:*

Yikes! GO STUDY, BUDDY. I’ll let you be.

From: Ash:*

Hahaha that rhymed :P But lol okay! I will.

To: Ash:*

GOOD LUCK!! Xoxoxoxoxoxox

     I then stopped texting her, and then went on Twitter as Harry made a right turn. I decided that I would look at my mentions later, so I just looked through my time line. And for some reason, I follow One Direction update accounts, because tweets by them are what are on my time line. I guess I followed them before I was famous, but whatever. But when I saw their tweets, I saw that they revolved around Harry and I.

@Your1Dupdates: #NEW #HQ Harry was seen exiting Sunshine Records with Carly McKinley, just a few minutes ago! http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/ea1322004ae168a7428c657fb886315e.jpg

     The picture attatched to that was of Harry and I, which was indeed taken a few minutes ago. Both of us were looking down as we walked, sunglasses on. I went back to my time line, and scrolled through, seeing that most tweets concerned with Harry and I. Oh god. (A/N: Not gonna make up any Twitter names! Just sayinggg. But the following ARE tweets!)

-Are Harry and Carly dating?!!? #replytweet

-Someone tell me if Haz is dating that Carly chick. I NEED to know!

-But Harry and Carly WOULD look cute together...

-I totally ship Harly, whether they are dating or not. #sorryNOTsorry

     I slightly shake my head, amused at the fact that so many people think that Harry and I are dating. I was soon snapped out of my thoughts when Harry said, “Hey, we’re here.”

     I look up from my phone and out the window, seeing that we were in front of my house. “Oh, thanks Harry,” I say, looking back at the curly headed boy and smiling at him.

     Harry smiles back, making his dimples appear. “No problem, love.”

     I pick up my bag from my feet and say, “Well, I need sleep. I have a photo shoot tomorrow and it won’t be good if I looked like a zombie,” I joke.

     Harry lets out a laugh. “You’d look beautiful either way, love.”

     Cue the goddamn blush.

     I smile. “Thanks again for the ride,” I say, opening the car door. “I’ll talk to you later.”

     I get out of the car and close the door. “Bye, Carly,” Harry says through the window.

     “Bye, Haz.”