Chapter 66

Carly’s POV:

 

            “Hey, Jerimiah!” I grin, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

 

            “Carly, sweetie! It’s been so long,” he exclaims. “How’re you holding up?” he asks worriedly, obviously referring to the break up.

 

            I smile. “It’s been over a month, Jer,” I say. “I’m perfectly fine and I’ve moved on.”

 

            “Good!” he claps happily. “No one hurts my Carly. Show him that you don’t need him.”

 

            I was about to reply to him when I heard Marissa and Carter call for me. “Carly! We need you in hair and make up!”

 

            I bid Jerimiah goodbye and run over to my dressing room. Carter and Marissa immediately start on with my make up and hair. The first look was of me with my hair curled wearing a dark blue dress. Then there were two of my hair pushed back and wearing a silky light purple dress, one of me wearing a golden dress with my hair in waves, then one of me wearing a tank top with jeans and a denim vest with my hair all done up, holding on a microphone and smirking slightly at the camera. We took a total of ten pictures for each song, and the photo shoot wrapped up pretty quickly.

 

            “Wait, Jer, can you take a quick shot of me? I need a new profile picture,” I smirk, tucking a strand of hair behind me ear.

 

            “Definitely, doll,” Jerimiah grins.

 

            I change into a black tank top, jeans, with hoop earrings and my hair is straightened and make up done properly. Jerimiah takes a quick shot of me and shows it to me. I grin as I see the picture. “Thanks, Jer,” I say.

 

            “I’ll send it to you once it’s developed,” he grins.

 

            A few minutes later, I gather my things and leave the photo shoot. As I’m walking down the hallway of the building, I turn around the corner until I bump into somebody, my bag dropping out of my hand. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” I apologize, bending down to pick up my bag.

 

            “It’s no – Carly?” I suddenly freeze. That voice, it’s so familiar.

 

            I stand up straight, looking into the person’s eyes. “Hi, Zayn,” I purse my lips together.

 

            He grins, his brown eyes sparkling. “It is you!” he says, hugging me. I can’t help but hug him back. “How’ve you been?” he asks as we pull away.

 

            “Good,” I grin. “Just finished a photo shoot. How are you?”

 

            “I’m fine,” he shrugs, putting his hands in his jeans pockets. We stay silent for a couple of minutes, until he breaks it. “How come you stopped talking to us?”

 

            I bite the inside of my cheek. “I...” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. “I don’t know.”

 

            “You don’t know?” Zayn asks in disbelief, raising an eyebrow.

 

            I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I guess it was my way of moving on,” I say. “I needed time to move on and forget about Harry, and I guess I pushed you and the boys away during it. I’m sorry. I missed you guys.”

 

            Zayn looks at me sympathetically. “I understand,” he says, his British accent thicker than mine. “We missed you too, you know. All of us.”

 

            “Not all,” I mumble, thinking of the green eyed monster.

 

            “He’s an idiot, you know,” Zayn says, causing me to look at him. “For doing that to you. And that Kate, oh God. She’s awful.”

 

            I giggle. “She can’t be that bad,” I roll my eyes.

 

            “Oh, no, she is,” he says. “She’s like a lost puppy, always following Harry around. I honestly don’t know why he likes her.”

 

            I shrug. “Who cares?” I say nonchalantly.

 

            Zayn’s head snaps towards me. “What? You don’t care?”

 

            I shake my head. “Not really.”

 

            He frowns. “Do you... Do you not love him anymore?”

 

            I hesitate for a minute, but then shake my head. “No, not anymore,” I say. “I told you Zayn, I moved on. I’m done with Harry.”

 

            I notice Zayn’s face fall. “Oh,” he says quietly. He then smiles and says, “I gotta get going, but how about we take a quick picture? For old time’s sake?”

 

            I laugh and nod, and Zayn takes out his phone. He takes a selfie of us, with me doing a kissy face and my eyes widened. He chuckles at the picture, and then posts it on Twitter, giving me a notification.

 

@zaynmalik: Look who I ran into! Good seeing you again @CarlyMcKinley! :)x http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/ea5119554e758642cc07f625578b0c22.jpg

 

            I smile at the tweet, and say, “I gotta go, Zayn.”

 

            He smiles and nods. “Me too,” he says. “But I’ll see you around?” he adds hopefully.

 

            I pause for a minute. “Yeah,” I end up saying with a smile. “You will.”

 

            Zayn grins and gives me a quick peck on the cheek, before leaving. And I honestly can’t wait to see him and the rest of my friends again.

 

 

Zayn’s POV:

 

            “You saw her?!” Niall exclaims with a wide grin.

 

            I smile, nodding. “Yeah,” I say. “She looked great, actually.” I was back at the hotel room, where the rest of the boys and Kate were. I honestly despise that girl, knowing she isn’t good for Harry. “She said she misses us.”

 

            “Well we missed her too,” Louis smiles. “Can we go see her?”

 

            “We can’t today,” Liam says sadly. “We have an interview. Maybe tomorrow?”

 

            The rest of us cheer as Harry snorts. “Well, you lads have fun,” he says.

 

            I frown at him with the rest of the lads. “You’re not coming?” Louis asks.

 

            Harry shakes his head. “Don’t you want to see her?” I ask him. “Or are you too much of a coward to face her after what you did?”

 

            Harry glares at me with his green eyes. “I want to show Kate around LA.”

 

            I roll my eyes. “You can do that any other day,” I tell him. “We’re here for a week.”

 

            “And you can visit Carly any other day,” he retorts.

 

            “We don’t even know if she wants to see us, Harry!” I yell. “Because of you, she pushed all of us away! We’re her best friends, and just because of what you did, she didn’t want to talk to any of us!”

 

            Harry’s jaw clenches. “That’s not my problem. It’s not my fault she decided to be selfish and inconsiderate about it.”

 

            Our eyes widened. “How can you say that about her?” Niall asks, clearly shocked.

 

            Harry looks at all of us and then Kate stands up. “Come on, Haz,” she purrs. “You need to cool off.” She gives us all a glare, before pulling Harry out of the room, until Liam stops them.

 

            “We’re seeing Carly tomorrow,” he announces. “And you’re coming too – whether you like it or not.”

 

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Carly’s POV:

 

            Out of everything, laughter and people talking was what woke me up. My eyes fluttered open, landing on the digital clock that read it was nine-thirty in the bloody morning. It was my day off, and I didn’t like being woken up this early. Who in the world was here? I stood up and didn’t bother changing out of my short grey night shorts and light blue tank top. My hair was still tied into a braid from last night, so I didn’t need to worry about it. I groggily walk down the stairs and into the living room where the noise was coming from.

 

            I suddenly stopped short when I saw who was in the living room with Ashley. Sitting on my couches were One Direction, along with a blonde bitch known as Kate. “Carly!” Louis was the first one to notices me. Everyone’s heads snapped towards me as the Doncaster boy ran over and tackled me in a hug. “I missed you!”

 

            I can’t help but hug him back, seeing as I had missed him as well. “I missed you too, Louis,” I chuckle.

 

            As soon as we pull away, Liam and Niall both pull me in for a hug. “It’s good to see you, Carls,” Liam grins, pulling away.

 

            Niall nods in agreement as I smile. My eyes suddenly and accidently lock with startling green ones. My heart clenches as I see him holding hands with a smirking Kate. Averting my eyes from the couple, I look at Zayn. “Didn’t I just see you yesterday?” I ask with a slight smirk.

 

            He shrugs from the couch, smilng. “All of us wanted to see you.”

 

            “Yeah, all of us,” Harry says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

 

            I look at him, suddenly feeling angry. “If you didn’t want to come, you didn’t have to,” I snap. “It’s too early to deal with you and your shit.”

 

            Everyone looks at me, wide eyed, while Harry glares at me. His eyes suddenly then drop to my right wrist. I glance down to see that he’s looking at the bracelet he had given me. His expression softens a bit, and I quickly hide my hand behind my back, biting the inside of my cheek. I honestly didn’t want to see him right now, much less see the blonde bimbo sitting next to him.

 

            Speaking of the bimbo herself, she gives me the fakest sweet smile I’ve ever seen. “I’m Kate,” she says, making it sound like she was the greatest thing in the planet.

 

            I know who you are. I return the favor by forcing a smile as well. “I know,” I say stiffly. I turn back to the other lads, sitting down on the couch next to Ashley. “So how long are you lads here for?”

 

            “Two weeks,” Louis answers.

 

            I smile. “What brings you to LA? Interviews?”

 

            Liam nods. “Stuff like that.”

 

            Suddenly my phone rings, and I pick it up. “Hello?”

 

Harry’s POV:

 

            Seeing her sit there, talking on the phone, brought back so many memories. She looked flawless, even though she just woke up moments ago. The minute I saw Carly, I remembered why I fell in love with her in the first place – her beauty. She was so beautiful, even when she didn’t try to be, and it had nothing to do with the minimum amount of make up she wore. I may look and act as if I don’t care about or miss Carly, but trust me, I do. I just don’t know what to do without her, it just releases all of my anger by just pretending like I don’t care. But when I saw her wearing the bracelet I had given her a couple of months ago, I was beyong confused but joyous at the same time.

 

            I shouldn’t really be talking, though, since I’m also wearing the necklace Carly had given me on Christmas. I didn’t have it in me to just take it off. It means a lot to me, more than Carly or anyone else may ever know, so I’m not taking it off. I just keep it around my neck but under my shirt so no one can see it, or else people will start asking questions since they know Carly is the one who gave it to me.

 

            “Okay, thanks Kristen,” Carly’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

 

            “What was that about?” Ashley asks her.

 

            Carly grins, putting her phone down. “I’ve been invited to the Unicef Snowflake Ball next week.”

 

            Something inside me snaps. Why does that sound so familiar?

 

            “That’s so cool! We are too, actually,” Zayn grins.

 

            That’s why.

 

            My phone suddenly buzzes, telling me I have a text. Taking it out, I see that it’s a text from Louis. I glance at him, but see he’s busy talking to Ashley.

 

From: Boobear(:

 

You need to make nice w/ Carly. It isn’t good that you 2 are so cold towards each other.

 

            I sigh, putting my phone away. “What’s wrong, babe?” Kate quietly asks me.

 

            I give her a small smile. “Don’t worry about it,” I reply.

 

            Carly suddenly stands up, excusing herself to go to the kitchen. I notice Louis look at her and then at me, giving me a look to say to go after her. I let out a sigh and stand up, ignoring the looks I was getting from everyone else and walking into the kitchen. I see Carly standing there, drinking water from a glass as I walk in.

 

            “Hey,” I say as the door swings close.

 

            She turns around, her chocolatety brown eyes locking with my green ones. “Uh, hey,” she says a bit awkwardly.

 

            I lick my lips. “Er, how are you?” Gosh, it’s never been this awkward between her and I before.

 

            Carly looks at me, raising an eyebrow. “Do you actually care?”

 

            I let out a sigh, running a hand through my curls. “Just because we broek up, doesn’t mean I don’t care about you anymore, Carly,” I tell her.

 

            She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right,” she says disbelievingly. “You know, Harry, I thought you were different. I thought you actually weren’t the player the tabloids made you out to be.” She shakes her head in disbelief. “I was stupid to think you weren’t.”

 

            My eyes suddenly harden as I glare at her. “You have no right to say that,” I say, taking a couple of steps towards her. “Just because we broke up, doesn’t mean you can say those things about me.”

 

            With each word, I was taking steps closer towards her, to the point where we were almost nose to nose. My jaw clenched as I glared down at Carly. She looked at me, and then her eyes trailed down to my lips and then to my neck. “You’re wearing the necklace.” Her voice comes out as a whisper.

 

            I look down at the necklace as the end of my curls lightly touch her forehead. “And you’re wearing the bracelet,” I retort. I then let out a sigh. “Can we just not go around like we hate each other, Carly?”

 

            Much to my dismay and disappointment, she shakes her head. “I don’t think so,” she says. “You hurt me so much, Harry. I don’t know if I can just let that go.”

 

            I sigh, biting my bottom lip. “I know you can’t. But can you try?”

 

            Carly was about to say something when the door swung open and Kate appeared. “What’s going on?” she asks suspiciously.

 

            “Nothing,” Carly’s voice suddenly says, making my head snap towards her. Carly’s usual soft brown eyes are now hard and cold. “Absolutely nothing.” And with that, she shoulders past me and walks out the kitchen door.

 

            I let out a sigh as Kate walks over to me. “What was that about?” she asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.

 

            I smile at her, kissing her forehead. “Nothing, babe,” I tell her, looking at the kitchen door. “Absolutely nothing.”