Chapter 33

Very short chapter, very crappy ending. I'm sorrrryyyyyyy. BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAY?!?

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Carly's POV:

"Remind me again, why we all are awake at seven thirty in the morning on our day off?" I ask sleepily, leaning my head against Harry's shoulder.

Our Management for some reason had told us to wake up early, so we all were grumpy, cranky, and sleepy. "They said if we wake up early, we'll have more energy for tomorrow's meet and greet, rehearsal, and concert," Liam explains, his voice drowsy.

That makes no sense. We all were dead tired as we sat around in our hotel's living room. Harry and I were on the love seat as he leaned back on the couch, shirtless may I add. He had his arms around my body as his eyes were closed and I had my head on his lap as I lay down on the small couch. Louis and Zayn were sprawled over the floor with floor cushions as pillows as their eyes started drooping. Liam and Niall were on the couch, sleeping. Hehe they were having a Niam moment....

"Can't we just go back to sleep?" Louis moaned from the ground.

"How about breakfast?" Niall asks, sitting up slightly at the thought of food.

"Nooo," Harry groans. "We're all too tired to cook and the phone is too far away to order room service."

"Then let's go out," I say. "I'm getting hungry too."

"But... But..." a sleepy Zayn groans but I cut him off.

"Butts are for sitting, Malik," I say, and then sit up from Harry's lap. "Just change into your sweats and we'll go to iHop."

"In our sweats?" Liam asks, raising an eyebrow.

            I nod, smiling. “Sure, it’ll be fun,” I chuckle. “Come onnnnn,” I groan, standing up and pulling Harry up along with me.

            Everyone groans in response, but gets up as well. Harry and I walk into our shared hotel room and go to our bags. He lets me change in the bathroom, so I walk in with my sweats in hand. Once out of my pajamas, I put on my torquise colored Juicy Couture sweatpants that said JUICY in silver, sparkly letters across the butt, a white fitted tank top, and the sweatjacket on top, zipping it up halfway. I tied my hair into a high pony tail and washed my sleepy face. Once dressed, I walked back into the room and saw Harry already dressed. He was wearing grey sweatpants and his purple Jack Wills sweatshirt.

            “You ready?” he asks, grabbing his Ray Ban Aviators.

            I nod, grabbing my own sunglasses and phone. “Yup,” I grin, and the two of us walk out and meet the rest of the boys who were also dressed in sweats and sunglasses. “Let’s go, peeps!”

            The boys laughed and we all walked out of our room and towards the lobby. We decided to walk to iHop since it was a walking distance, and took no security. Just as we stepped into the cool Canadian air, I immediately felt cold. Sucking in a breath, I zipped my jacket up all the way and put my hood up as I put my hands in my pocket. Letting out a breath, I saw my breath fog up in front of me.

            “Cold, babe?” Harry asks, looking down at me through his sunglasses.

            I nod, smiling sheepishly, and Harry wraps his arm around my shoulder as he pulls me into his side. I smile as I bury myself in his side, his warmness radiating off of his body. “Thanks,” I murmur as we continue walking.

            I turn my head and see Louis walking ahead. Well, not really walking, but skipping. Wasn’t he just dead tired a couple of minutes ago? I chuckled as I watched him skip down the street, waving his arms around like a mad man. That’s one of the main things I admire about Louis. He’s twenty one years old, yet he acts like he’s two, and I don’t mind it one bit. I love how he can be so childish and just live life, not caring what anyone else thinks. He sticks up for the people he loves, his fans, and isn’t afraid to tell people off. That’s Louis Tomlinson, for you.

            We finally get to iHop, opening the door as we all walk in. The immediate warm air of the small restaurant hits me, and I sigh in content as I feel warm. Not a lot of people are around here, so we take off our sungalsses. Hopefully the people that are here don’t recognize us. We sit in a booth, Liam, me and Harry on one side and Zayn, Louis, and Niall opposite of us. A waiter came up to us and took our orders, and then left to get our food.

            Five minutes after waiting, Niall let out a moan. “Where’s the food?” he whines, rubbing his stomach. “I’m hungry.”

            “Don’t worry, Nialler,” Harry laughs. “It’ll be here soon.”

            “It better,” Niall grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. 

            I lean back on the small booth/couch, letting my head roll over and rest on Harry’s shoulder. I feel his left hand intertwine with my right one from under the table, and a smile forms on my lips. I don’t know, little things that he does just makes me smile. The way he holds my hands, kisses me randomly, and says cute things. Gah.

            I sound like some sort of fan girl, oh God.

            “You know what I’ve always wanted to do?” I suddenly ask.

            “What?” all of the boys simultaneaously ask.

            A smirk falls on my lips. “Make a couples’ bucket list,” I asnwer.     

            “What’s that?” Niall asks, and then grins when he sees our waiter return with our food.

            Once we thank the waiter and leaves, I answer Niall’s question. “It’s like making a bucket list, but for couples,” I shrug. “Things you wanna do with your boyfriend or girlfriend, and then take pictures to prove that you did them.”

            “Oh, yeah,” Louis says. “Eleanor had talked to me about that once. We were thinking about doing it, but never got the time.”

            “Sounds fun,” Harry smiles genuinley. “I actually feel like doing it.”

            I turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “So you wouldn’t do it even if I asked you to?”

            Harry shakes his head, a bit urgently. “No, no! I’d do it!”

            I laugh, “I’m just messing with you, Haz,” I say. “It’s cute to see how worried you get.”

            Harry pouts. “That wasn’t very nice, Carly,” he says, biting into his waffles.

            I just laugh, biting into my own pancakes. “But you find me adorable,” I say cheekily, causing all of the boys to snicker, and Harry to smirk.

            “That, I do.”

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            “Wherever you go, just always remember,” Louis sang, causing us to look at him and smile.

            “You’re never alone, we’re birds of a feather,” Liam and Niall joined in, smiling.

            “And we’ll never change, no matter the weather,” Harry and Zayn sang along, grinning from ear to ear, and they all turned to me to finish it off.

            “This is my oath to you,” I finished off. Oath by Cher Lloyd was such a cute and great song, and it’s safe to say that I was obsessed with it.

            The song just showed off how a good friendship is like. To be there for your friends no matter what, helping them and them helping you. I guess this song just explains my friendship with the boys. We have known each other for two months or more, and we all are so close. They accepted me into the group, and treated me as if they have known me for two years, instead of two months. And that’s why I love them.

            Okay, enough of me getting sentimental.

            We were all currently on our way to Dallas and it had officially been a month since Harry and I have been together. Well, almost a month. Things were going so well between Harry and I, the fans accepting our relationship, and everything was just great.

            If only I knew what would happen in a month or so.