Chapter 39

I kind of rushed this chapter. The ending sucks majorly, and it's short. I'll have a new, longer, and better chapter up by either later on tonight or tomorrow afternoon-ish.

P.S.: The picture on the side is of me, because people kept inboxing me asking if I could post a pic of myself. I mean, my profile pic is me.. but lol whatever. The pic of the side is me. Don't hatee pleaseee. xx

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Carly’s POV:

            “ASHLEY!” I shout, entering my old flat.

            We were still in the Los Angeles area, so I decided to pay my best friend a visit. I still had the keys to the flat, so I walked right in. Harry was here with me, and I couldn’t wait to see my best friend. Ashley and I had Skyped whenever I was free, but it wasn’t the same as actually seeing her. Harry and I walk into the flat and suddenly here footsteps running down the stairs. Finally, my best friend came into view, wearing a green tank top and denim shorts. Barefooted, she ran across the room and tackled me in a hug, almost knocking the air out of me.

            “CARLY!” Ashley shouts, squeezing me tightly.

            I laugh, hugging her equally as tight back. “I missed you, Ash,” I say.

            “I missed you too, Carls,” she grins, pulling away from the hug. “Nice to see ya again, Harry,” Ashley adds, giving Harry a hug.

            Harry hugs her back, smiling. “You too, Ashley.”

            We walk into the living room and Ashley sits on the recliner while Harry and I sit on the white plush couch. The living room looked just like it did before I left; nothing out of place. As we sit down, Ashley smiles at us. “I watched the Teen Choice Awards,” she says. “Congrats on your wins, guys.”

            “Thanks,” Harry and I respond in unison.

            “So how’s it been going with the school work?” I ask her, crossing my legs.

            Ashley sighs. “It’s okay,” she shrugs. “A lot of research papers and crap. It’s driving me insane.” She then adds, “How’s the tour?”

            “It’s great,” Harry answers with a smile.

            Ashley smirks. “And how’s the whole Harly thing working out?”

            A blush slightly creeps on to my cheeks as Ashley says this, and I send her a glare. “Shut up, Ash,” I mumble, loud enough for her to hear.

            “She’s blushing,” Ashley sang, causing me yet again glare at her and Harry chuckle.

            “Shut up, Styles,” I tell him next.

            Harry buries his face in my shoulder, chuckling. “You know we love you.”

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@CarlyMcKinley: Reunited with @ItsAshleyC and it feels so good! xx http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/AshleyCookAndSelena_zps1a7e75f1.jpg

            “Hey, babe?” I hear Harry ask, causing me to look up from my phone and look at him. He’s tucking his phone back into it’s pocket and says, “I have a photo shoot to go to. I’ll pick you up once I’m done, alright?”

            I nod and say, “I’ll see you later.”

            Harry looks down at me and pouts. “What? No goodbye kiss?”

            Rolling my eyes, I stand up and place a kiss on his pouty lips. “Now go. You’ll be late,” I say, pulling away.

            He chuckles and makes his way towards the door. “Bye, love,” he winks, opening the door. “Bye, Ashley!” he calls out, before walking out and closing the door.

            Once he’s gone, Ashley walks back into the living room, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Where’d he go?” she asks.

            “Photo shoot,” I answer.

            The two of us sit back down on the white couch, turning side ways so we could face each other. I tuck my legs underneath myself and lean against the couch, propping my left elbow against the couch and my hand at the side of my head, leaning on it. “So, how are you two doing?” Ashley asks.

            I smile. “We’re doing great,” I tell her.

            “Did you say the ‘L’ word yet?” she questions, raising an eyebrow.

            I bite my bottom lip and nod. “We did.”

            Ashley lets out a gasp, her brown eyes widening. “You did?” she exclaims. “Oh my God, when?”

            “Like, two days before the Teen Choice,” I answer.

            “How’d it go down?” Ashley asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

            I then launch into the story about how Harry and I had bumped into Jack, my father, and Ashley’s eyes widened once again – obviously this was news to her. I told her how I was crying because of the horrible things Jack had said, and how Harry had comforted me after it. She gasped and her eyes widened even more at all of the right places. Once I was finished, Ashley looked either stunned or awed. Maybe both.

            “Wow,” she says. “I was not expecting that.”

            I sigh and nod. “That’s how it happened,” I shrug.

            “It’s still romantic, though,” Ashley smiles. “How he said I love you when you felt so upset. It just lifts your spirits.”

            I chuckle. Ashley was always a romantic. “Yeah, he’s really sweet,” I smile at the thought of Harry.

            “You guys are so cute together,” she coos. “You are the cutest Hollywood couple ever. Next to Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth, of course.”

            I laugh at that. Ashley and I continue our conversation talking about her university studies, my tour, the boys, and everything else. Just talking to my best friend after so long feels so good. I haven’t seen her in a coupe of months, and just being regular and talking to her is a good feeling. With the boys, Ashley, my parents, and my close close friends, I’m not Carly McKinley. I’m no one famous to them, I’m just regularly Carly. And that’s one thing that I love the most. Being myself around them.

            “So how’s Soha?” Ashley asks later on.

            A couple of weeks ago, I was Skyping with Ashley and then added Soha to the call. The two girls became fast friends, and Ashley got in on the secret about Soha liking Niall. It’s just so sad that the blonde boy is totally and utterly clueless.

            I sigh, running a hand through my dark hair. “Hoping that one day Niall realizes that she fancies him.”

            Ashley chuckles. “Boys are so clueless sometimes,” she rolls her eyes.

            “So what about you, AshBash,” I say, calling her by her nickname I had given her a couple of years ago. “Any special guy in your life?”

            Ashley sighs, sadly shaking her head. “No,” she mumbles. “All of the guys here are really nice and all, but none of them are nice enough.”

            I roll my eyes. “So, what? You’re gonna be forever alone?” I joke.

            “Well, I’m sorry that not all of us can have a fairy tale relationship like you and Harry,” Ashley laughs, sticking her tongue out at me.

            “Harry and my relationship isn’t a fairy tale one,” I say.

            “Whatever you say,” Ashley says in a sing song voice.

            Ashley and I continue our conversation, talking about everything and anything. Our conversations went from Harry, to Soha, to chocolate, and then to cupcakes. Don’t ask me how, it just happens.

            Two and a half hours later, there was a knock on the door. I was watching The Vampire Diaries (A/N: WHICH BY THE WAY IS THE BEST SHOW EVER AND I’M IN LOVE WITH IT AND OMFG DELENA) so Ashley got up to go see who it was. A second later I heard her call out, “Carly! It’s your lover!”

            I roll my eyes and walk towards the door where Ashley was standing with Harry. “Hey,” I smile as I see him.

            Harry grins back, showing off his dimples. “Hey,” he replies in his slow voice. “Ready to go?” he asks.

            I nod, grabbing my phone and bag. “Yeah,” I say, and then turn to Ashley. “I’ll see you at the concert, right?” I ask her.

            Ashley smiles and gives me a hug. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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            The boys had just finished performing, and I was talking to Ashley while the boys walked into their dressing rooms to change out of their performance clothes. As Ashley and I talked, I saw Harry walk out of the dressing room as he read something off of his phone. I watched as his happy expression turned into one of confused, anger, upset, and then worried. I frowned as I noticed him tightly clenching his phone, and then running across the room to where Paul was.

            “What’s up with him?” Ashley asks, noticing what Harry was doing.

            “I don’t know...” I say as I watch Harry urgently talking with Paul. Paul kept shaking his head, and Harry kept pleading, until Paul finally nodded.

            Harry nodded as well and then walked back into the dressing room with a upset look on his face. Whatever he read on that phone had drained the color from his face, and I needed to know what happened.

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Oooohh. So what do you think is happening?!

AND WHO WATCHES THE VAMPIRE DIARIES?! I'M IN LOVE WITH THAT SHOW AND ELENA AND DAMON AND OMFG. That show is my life, along with Pretty Little Liars.

Okk. Gotta go study for exams now. Adios!