Chapter 46

Short, boring chapter. I swear I feel like I'm gonna die, I feel so sick. I had my math mid term today, and I think I did pretty good on it. Let's just hope I didn't jinx it by saying that.

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Carly’s POV:

@Louis_Tomlinson: Oh goodness. The couple is back someone help. @Harry_Styles @CarlyMcKinley http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/81B6DD5A-94DE-4211-BB54-D196370677C9-1322-00000093BB149462.jpg

            I laughed at Louis’ post, rolling my eyes. Louis had taken a picture of Harry and I when we landed here in Melbourne, Australia, and the Australian weather was already killing us. Harry and I had changed into tank tops and I had put on shorts too because it was so hot here. I ran a hand through my hair and chuckled. “Can we go now? I’m sweating just by standing here,” I say. Louis had come here to pick Harry and I up, and I was anxious to go to the hotel. Apparently the rest of the boys were already here, so we were the last ones.

            “Ew,” Louis scrunches up his face in disgust. “That’s gross.”

            I glare at Louis while Harry rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Lou,” he chuckles. “I’m sweating too. Let’s go.”

            “Give it up for the sweaty couple, everybody!” Louis yells out, causing people to look over at us.

            “Louis!” Harry and I hiss, pushing the older boy towards the car. How is it that he’s the eldest of us all?

            Louis laughed and got into the drivers seat, while Harry rode shot gun and I took the back. As Louis drives, he asks Harry, “So Haz, how’s that song coming along?”

            My head snaps towards their direction, since I was looking out the window. “Wait, song? What song?” I frown. Harry’s writing a song?           

            “It’s coming along,” Harry smiles slightly.

            Louis looks at me through the rear view mirror. “Harry’s working on a song for the deluxe version of Take Me Home. The lads and I are pretty excited to hear it.”

            “How come I didn’t know you were writing a song?” I ask Harry, leaning forward so I was in between Louis and Harry.

            “It’s a secret,” Harry dramatically whispered, putting his finger against his lips and making me roll my eyes.

            “A secret you can’t even tell me?” I chuckle.

            Harry shakes his head, smirking. “Nope!” he pops the ‘p.’ “You’ll just have to wait and listen to it when it’s done.” He finishes off the sentence by tapping my nose, causing me to scrunch it up.

            I roll my eyes and sit back down in the seat. As Louis drives, I take out my phone and go on Twitter.

@CarlyMcKinley: Back on tour from the week off! Helloooo Australia!

            I tweeted some fans and followed some, and then put my phone away. Louis finally pulled up to the hotel, and we grabbed our bags and went up to our floor. Harry, once again, offered to carry my bag, and I really couldn’t argue because he had taken it away from me before I could protest. Once we got to the hotel suite, and the door opened, Harry and I were attacked by three boys.

            “You’re here!” Niall shouts, grinning.

            I laugh as I hug him back. “Missed you too, buddy,” I smile, and then pull away. “We need to talk.”

            Niall looks at me, his blue eyes wide in confusion. “About what?” he asks.

            “Soha,” I smirk, and his pale cheeks flush in color. He nods and goes over to hug Harry.

            “Zaynie, baby, hi!” I grin, hugging the tanned skin boy.

            I was always close with Zayn. He’s like an older brother to me, and is amazing when it comes to clothes. No joke. “Hey Carls,” he grins, hugging me back. “How was your trip to Cheshire?”

            I grin, walking into the suite. “It was good. I had a lot of fun.”

            “How’d Harry’s family treat you?” Liam asks, sitting on the couch.

            “They were so sweet,” I grin. “We all got along well.”

            “Too well for my liking,” Harry says, standing behind me as he wraps his arms around my waist and kissing my cheek from behind. “They wouldn’t leave her and I alone.”

            I roll my eyes, still in his arms. “That’s not true,” I say. “We had some alone time.”

            Louis’ head snapped towards us. “No dirty doing, right? Like I said, I’m too young to be an uncle.” Still in Harry’s arms, I reach for a couch pillow and chuck it at Louis’ direction. He ducks in time and it flies right past him and hits the wall behind. He bends back up and sticks his tongue out at me. “Missed me,” he smirks.

            Yup. Good to be back.

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@Harry_Styles: @CarlyMcKinley performing beautifully tonight :)x http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/Pictures/stageperformance_zps065e5848.jpg

            I laughed at the tweet and the picture. It was of me singing into the microphone stand tonight at the conert, wearing a sparkly dress with black tights and black boots and my hair tied up. It was our first concert since our break, and it went pretty well. The arena was loud and hyped, and the rush of performing was once again back in my system. Once I got off stage, I entered my dressing room. It was hot and stuffy out there, but the doors to my dressing room were closed and the air conditioner was on the entire time, so it was super cool in my room. Perfect.

            I had taken off my performance clothes and slipped on denim shorts. I was right about to pull down a tank top I had taken out when I heard the dressing room door open, causing me to quickly pull down the top. Right when I turned around, a pair of familiar lips were being pressed against mine and I smiled, kissing Harry back. When we pulled away, I punched his shoulder.

            “Ow! What was that for?” he pouted, rubbing his shoulder.

            I rolled my eyes. “You just barged in. What if I was indecent?”

            Harry smirked. “Wouldn’t that have been a show?”

            “Harry!” I exclaim, fighting a smile.

            Harry chuckles. “Sorry. Sorry for barging in, love.”

            I smile approvingly. “Good,” I say. “Now don’t you have to perform?”

            “Can I get a kiss first?” Harry asks, puppy dog eyed.

            I roll my eyes and stand on my tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips. His lips move with mine instantly until I pull away. Harry groans as I just simply chuckle. “Go,” I tell him, nodding towards the door.

            Harry sends me a flirty wink before walking out the door, closing it behind him. As I hear the boys’ singing and fans’ screaming, I take out my phone and just go through all of the apps I have on. I go through my pictures where I come across one of me with Niall, Liam, and Harry. I’m the only normal one smiling at the camera, while Harry and Niall have their eyes widened and tongues out, and Liam making some sort of derp face. Laughing out loud, I post it on Twitter.

@CarlyMcKinley: They’re normal, I swear... lol http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/Pictures/niallselenaboys_zps87a5d6b3.jpg

            I put my phone away, smiling. Normal. That’s one thing my five favorite boys are definitely not.