Truly Madly Deeply (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 19

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SWAG MASTER FROM DONCASTER. TO PETER PAN. TO BOO BEAR. TO LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON!

Aw I can't believe my baby is 21. I keep telling myself that he's 18 and is auditioning for the X Factor. Gah, who am I kidding?

Sorry I didn't post yesterday! I didn't have any time to work on the chapter! This chapter is short, and nothing really happens.

The main drama starts to happen a few chapters later, just so you know.

Anyways. HERE'S THE CHAPTER.

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Carly’s POV:

     The next morning, I woke up in a way that I always want to wake up. Harry’s familiar strong arms were wrapped around my waist, not letting me move as my back was pressed up against his chest. I could feel his abs through the thin material of his T-shirt, and I wanted to stay like this forever. I mentally slapped myself. What the hell am I thinking? Stay like this forever? Get a hold of yourself, Carly. Sighing contently, I carefully moved my hands and placed them on top of Harry’s, which were resting on top of my stomach, and gently removed them. Once successfully untangling his arms from me, I got off of the bed and walked towards my bag.

     Holding on to my clothes that I took out from the duffel bag, I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. After doing my business and refreshing myself, I changed into a white singlet with a grey cardigan over. I then slipped my denim capris and then walked out of the bathroom with my pajamas in hand. I looked over at Harry, and smiled at how peacefully he was sleeping. His curly hair was falling over his closed eyes, his chest steadily moving up and down, and his mouth slightly parted as he inhaled and exhaled air. He looked so adorable sleeping, I was almost tempted to take a picture. But then decided against it, thinking over how stalker-ish that might be.

(Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=66679078 )

     I then slip on black sandals that I brought with me, and after brushing my hair I had tied it into a cute braid and let it fall over my right shoulder. I applied some natural make up, looking in the bathroom mirror, when suddenly I saw Harry standing and looking at me through the mirror. Closing my lipgloss, I turned to smile at him. “Morning,” I greet.

     Instead of saying ‘good morning’ back like a regular person, Harry frowned at me. “I don’t see why you always wear make up,” he says, taking a few steps closer to me. “You don’t need it.”

     I chuckle nervously, not missing the sound of my heart beating extremely fast. Why does he have this effect on me? “Make up makes a girl feel pretty, I guess,” I shrug, clutching the lipgloss tube that was in my left hand so hard, I thought I might burst it open

     “The best make up a girl could wear is a smile,” Harry says and steps into the bathroom.

     I smile, and then ask, “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

     Harry nods. “Yeah,” he says.

     I nod and then step out of the bathroom, and Harry closes the door and I put my make up stuff back in my duffel. Since I was fully ready, I walked out of the guest room and down the stairs quietly, just in case there were still people who were asleep. Walking down the stairs, the wonderful aroma of French toast filled my nose as I walked into the kitchen and saw Maura with a blue apron on, cooking over the stove. I walk over to her and say, “Morning, Maura.”