“So you’re going to the American Music Awards?” Harry asks, sitting on the edge of my bed.
“Yep,” I say, sitting on his lap as his arms wrap around my waist. “And you’re gonna be my date.”
Harry grins, liking the sound of that. “Are you nominated for anything?”
I shake my head. “Nah, just performing.”
I had been informed several weeks ago that I would be one of the act for the American Music Award this year. I just had forgotten about them because I was so caught up with Harry. But now that that’s in the past and he’s agreed to be my date, I’d say that everything was just about perfect. Honestly, I don’t even care about people finding out now that Harry and I were back together. To be honest, I kind of felt bad about hiding it from my fans. There they are, supporting me and cheering on for me while I do what I love, and I’m here hiding my boyfriend from them. I try to stay as connected with my fans as possible, so hiding something this big is a bit of a downer. I don’t want to sneak behind their backs with my boyfriend.
A smile plays on my lips as I think about that word. Boyfriend. After all that shit Harry and I went through, we are finally back together. During those ten months of our break up, I honestly thought that there was no hope left for Harry and I; that we were once and for all done. I had thought that there was no possible chance of me getting back with Harry. But I was later on proved wrong. In the end, we found our way back to each other.
You have no idea how great it feels to know that someone truly loves you. To know that they care for you and for your well being, and want what’s best for you. Whether they are thousands of miles away, or just a few feet away, they are there for you. Knowing I have a guy in my life I can hug, kiss, and use their shoulder to cry on makes me feel loved. That I have someone who will always be there for me. No relationship is perfect; my relationship with Harry isn’t perfect. But you just have to know in your heart that the person you are with, is truly worth fighting for no matter what.
“Whatcha thinking about, love?” Harry’s deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I look at him, green eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. “You,” I simply reply, still sitting on his lap.
“That makes me even more curious,” he smirks slightly.
I chuckle lightly. “Just how great it is that we managed to work things out,” I shrug. “It’s a good feeling.”
A delicate smile graces Harry’s pink lips as he looks at me. “It is a good feeling,” he says. Harry pauses for a minute before kissing my cheek. “I love you.”
I smile at his words, my heart fluttering. “I love you too.”
@CarlyMcKinley: Me & my date getting ready for the AMA’s tonight! @Harry_Styles xx http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/076C6534-C739-467D-A907-EB9BD7B7CC62-672-0000005A9187BA4F_zps55b5e222.jpg
The picture was of Harry and I, with him grinning and me making a kissy face. Just as the tweet was posted, Twitter blew up.
-WAIT WHAT, DATE??!!
-@CarlyMcKinley are u & Harry back together!!!??
-AM I THE ONLY ONE FREAKING OUT?!
-Omg Is Harly back !
-Holy motherfucking shit.
I chuckle as I see my news feed. Harry and I were now all fully dressed for the award show, and were about to leave. I was dressed in a simple and elegant black dress that ended a few inches above my lips and was a bit sparkly, and had half sleeves. My make up was done and my hair was done up in a cute bun. I also had on feather earrings and was wearing heels. Harry was dressed up in a simple white T-shirt with a black blazer over it, black dress pants, and dress shoes. He looked really good – but then again, when doesn’t he?
“The limo’s here, babe,” Harry calls. I grab my purse and we walk out of my flat and slide into the limo. As the driver takes us to the Staples Center where this was taking place, Harry asks me, “So what song are you performing?”
“It’s a new single of mine,” I reply. “You’ll just have to wait and find out,” I add with a wink.
Harry groans, not liking surprises, and I just chuckled. In a few minutes, we had arrived and Harry says, “You ready to go out as a couple again?”
I smile. “Let’s do this, poo,” I say, stealing his little catch phrase.
Harry just laughed as the door opened and he stepped out. Screams and camera flashes could be heard and seen as Harry walked out, and his hand reached back for mine. I took his hand in mine and stepped out myself, the screams becoming defeaning. Harry and I walk on to the red carpet as the paparazzi snap pictures of the two of us, shouting for us to look here and there. Harry’s arm wrapped around my waist as we walked and posed. My publicist, Loraine, had told me before to talk to some interviewers, so I did just that.
“Carly, Carly!” a voice called, and I turned to see an interviewer waving at me. Harry and I walked over to her, and she grinned. “Carly, you look gorgeous tonight. What are you wearing?” she asks over the loud noise, giving me the mic.
“Thank you,” I grin. “It’s a Ralph Lauren original,” I tell her.
“Are you and Harry Styles back together?” she asks next, glancing at the curly haired boy behind me.
I smile and nod. “Yeah, we are.”
Harry grins and graps my hand and I can’t help but smile. We were soon walking and going inside the big arena, taking our seats in the front row. As we walked to our seats, we were met by a lot of other singers like Usher, Conor Maynard, Jessie J, and other people. Harry and I took our seats, and forty five minutes later, the show had begun.
“Ian Somerhalder looks really hot tonight,” I hear Carly mutter from next to me as she watches Ian on the stage.
“Hey,” I laugh slightly, poking her upper arm.
Carly rolls her eyes, looking at me. “Oh, he’s already dating a gorgeous actress. And I’m dating a beautiful man,” she teases.
“What is it with women and calling men ‘beautiful’? I don’t get it,” I shake my head.
Carly chuckles, and the award show soon goes on commercial. She stands up and grabs her bag. “I have to go backstage and get ready for my performance. I’ll see you in a bit.”
I smile when she leans down and places a swift kiss on my lips, and then walks away. “Quite a bird you’ve got there,” Conor says from next to me. We had been talking throughout the show, seeing as we’re good friends and he’s hung out with the lads and I a few times.
I grin as I look at him. “I know,” I say. “She means everything to me.”
“I can see that, mate,” Conor smiles. “Niall tells me a lot about how you two are so madly in love.”
I let out a laugh. “Since when does Niall gossip?”
Conor shrugs. “Always has,” he laughs. “How long have you two been together?”
“Well, we were together for a year,” I say. “But things got complicated and we were broken up for ten months. We recently just got back together a couple of days ago.”
“Wow,” Conor says, nodding slightly. “You two are quite the pair. I wish you all the best,” he says with a grin.
“Thanks, mate,” I grin dimply.
The award show soon returns from commercial, and Josh Hutcherson comes on stage. Bringing the microphone up to his lips, he says, “This next performer has been in the music industry for over a year now, and her first album went platinum and second album went gold. Performing her newest single tonight, here’s Carly McKinley!”
I clap and cheer with the rest of the audience as the lights in the Staples Center dim and only the stage lights are lit up. Suddenly, a spot light hits the dead center of the stage, where Carly stands behind a microphone stand. Her hair was open from it’s bun from before and fell into loose curls. She was out of her dress and was now wearing a dark purple, full sleeved glitter romper and black knee high boots. I grinned as she smiled dazzingly over at the crowd, watching how beautiful she looked. Her band then started playing an unfamiliar tune, and I watched as Carly gripped the top of the microphone as her angelic voice echoed throughout the arena.
“I wouldn’t wanna be anybody else. Hey,” she sang. “You made me insecure, told me I wasn’t good enough. But who are you to judge, when you’re a diamond in the rough? I’m sure you’ve got some things you’d like to change about yourself. But when it comes to me, I wouldn’t wanna be anybody else.”
A smile formed on my face as I watched her take the microphone off of the stand and she started walking around the stage, everyone cheering her on. “Na na na na na na na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na na na na na na na na.”
“I’m no beauty queen. I’m just beautiful me,” she sang as she pressed a palm against her chest.
“Na na na na na na na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na na na na na na na,” she sang with a smile. “You’ve got every right to a beautiful life, come on!”
By the end of that line, everyone was on their feet, dancing along to the music as my girlfriend sang her heart out on stage. “Who says, who says you’re not perfect? Who says you’re not worth it? Who says you’re the only that’s hurtin’? Trust me, that’s the price of beauty. Who says you’re not pretty? Who says you’re not beautiful? Who says?” she sang, walking around the stage and pointing out towards the crowd as she sang each lyric.
“It’s such a funny thing, how nothing’s funny when it’s you,” Carly sings, her voice sounding off perfectly. “You tell ‘em what you mean, but they keep whiting out the truth. It’s like a work of art that never gets to see the light. Keep you beneath the stars, won’t let you touch the sky!”
She waves her free arm in the air and the rest of us copy her actions, smiling. “Na na na na na na na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na na na na na na na na!” she sings. “I’m no beauty queen, I’m just beautiful me. Na na na na na na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na na na na na na na. You’ve got every right, to a beautiful life, come on!”
Her hand is lightly pressed against her stomach as she belts out the chorus, everyone still on their feet as we listen to her. “Who says, who says you’re not perfect? Who says you’re not worth it? Who says you’re the only one that’s hurtin’? Trust me, that’s the price of beauty. Who says you’re not pretty? Who says you’re not beautiful? Who says?”
Carly stands in the middle of the stage as a single spot light shines on her as she sings the bridge of the song. “Who says you’re not star potential? Who says you’re not presidential?” she sings that one line as she gives off a small silute and wink. “Who says you can’t be in movies? Listen to me, listen to me. Who says you don’t pass the test? Who says you can’t be the best? Who said, who said? Won’t you tell me who said that? Yeah, who said?”
Everyone claps as she sings. “Who says, who says you’re not perfect? Who says you’re not worth it? Yeah, yeah. Who says you’re the only one that’s hurtin’? Trust me, that’s the price of beauty. Who says you’re not pretty? Who says you’re not beautiful? Who says?”
“Who says, Who says, you're not perfect? Who says you're not worth it? Who says you're the only one that's hurtin'?” Carly sang as she walked forward on the stage, her eyes locking with mine as she sang the next few lines. “Who says, who says you're not perfect? Who says you're not worth it? Who says you're the only one that's hurtin'? Trust me, that's the price of beauty. Who says you're not pretty? Who says you're not beautiful? Who says?”
She takes a breath as she finishes off the song, returning to the spot in the middle of the stage. “Who says you're not perfect? Who says you're not worth it? Who says you're the only one that's hurtin'? Trust me, (yeah) that's the price of beauty Who says you're not pretty? (Who says you're not beautiful?) Who says?” she finishes off softly.
The entire arena screams and claps loudly for Carly as she smiles before the lights dim out. I keep on clapping along with everyone else, feeling a wave of proudness running through me. That song she sang was beautiful, and I can tell that she wrote it by herself. It was her way of making her fans feel beautiful like they were, and her way of saying that she isn’t perfect. The song was brilliant, and Carly did an amazing job at introducing it.
Conor nudged my side with his elbow, sending me a wide grin. “Definitely a keeper, mate.”
@Harry_Styles: My beauty queen. @CarlyMcKinley smashed it tonight at the AMA’s. http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/843b498439a4cadc5c264e8a6e539356.jpg
I smile at Harry’s tweet as I look at the picture he posted of us. It was of him simply kissing my cheek and me smiling at the camera. My phone buzzed a few more times, and I saw that the lads and the girls had tweeted me as well.
@zaynmalik: @CarlyMcKinley saw your performance at the AMAs! You did amazing! :)x
@Louis_Tomlinson: My lovely friend @CarlyMcKinley absolutely killed it tonight! Good job babe!
@EleanorJCalder: Carly I loved your outfit tonight. Aha, can I borrow it sometime? But you did brilliant! Xx @CarlyMcKinley
@Real_Liam_Payne: Watched @CarlyMcKinley’s performance at the AMAs. Great song!!
@NiallOfficial: Great job tonight @CarlyMcKinley! That song was incredible!!!
@DaniellePeazer: @CarlyMcKinley I absolutely loved that song, Carls! So beautiful! Xxx
@Soha_I: @CarlyMcKinley That song was so amazing, Carly! One of my favorites, I have to say!
I smile at my friends’ tweets, feeling a wave of compassion hit me. I loved the brilliantly positive reviews I was getting for the song from my friends and families. My fans even loved the song, and according to my Twitter time line, fans were actually crying when they saw me perform it. ‘Who Says’ is kind of an important song to me. I’m not perfect. I never will be, and I know that. I know some of my fans go through tough times, and how a lot of them feel so insecure. So I’m hoping this song spreads the message that no matter what, everyone is beautiful in their own way.
“I’m so sleepy,” I sigh as Harry and I walk into my flat at eleven o’ clock at night.
Harry chuckles. “We’re going to bed anyways, love,” he says as we head towards the stairs.
I look up the stairs and then at Harry. Spreading my arms out, I pout my lips. “Carry me?”
Harry just looks at me and laughs. “Alright,” he says willingly. In one swift movement, Harry scoops me up bridal style and carries me up the stairs as if I weigh almost nothing. The guy is strong, I’ll give you that. Going to the gym really pays off for him.
Lightly kicking my bedroom door open, Harry and I walked in and he gently put me down, my feet coming in contact with the hardwood floor. Walking over to my drawer, I took out whatever that came into my hands and walked into the bathroom. Stripping out of my fancy dress, I put on a pair of pajama pants and a loose purple V neck. Washing all of the gunk off of my face, I walk back into my room and plop down on the bed as Harry walks into the bathroom.
I already feel myself drifting off to sleep the minute my head comes in contact with my pillow. My eyes flutter shut a few minutes later. The last thing I felt were a pair of strong arms wrap around my arms, pulling me closer.