Truly Madly Deeply (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 27

Carly’s POV:

@CarlyMcKinley: Here’s a photo from today’s filming of the #FallingDownMusicVideo ! Can’t wait for you all to see it (: xx http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/78D6F580-01B1-42D4-B855-BDD576468CFF-1057-000000BD26A2F825.jpg

@Harry_Styles: At @CarlyMcKinley’s shoot for the #FallingDownMusicVideo! It’s amazing so far, you guys will love it. She looks amazing! http://i1248.photobucket.com/albums/hh496/biebersgirl222/0377557A-3B89-4D11-94AE-AF0C6B44978B-1057-000000BD3059460E.jpg

     The picture I tweeted was of me making a face with my hand in the air as I stared at the camera. But Harry’s was actually pretty cool. It was of me doing some sort of stance with a pink and black background. I was looking down as my hair was flying up, and I was wearing black skinny jeans with black knee high boots, with a silver and purple tank top. I had multiple bracelets on my right wrist, and my make up was done with my hair straightened.

     We were done filming with more than half of the music video, and it as it was my first music video, it was so much fun. We were filming in the Centre de Danse du Marais, a dance studio right here in Paris. The walls were electronic, so we could have practically any background we wanted. There was a big fan here to give off the wind effect, and my band was here too.

     Right now I was on my phone, tweeting some fans as I waited for the next take. We were almost done shooting the music video, and it was tiring. The call time was at eleven in the morning, because since we only had two more days in Paris, they wanted this music video to be filmed fully and done with, so I could have my last two days in Paris full of relaxation. It was four in the afternoon now, so it had been five hours of filming and dancing and whatnot. As fun and exciting as it was, I was dead tired.

     “Carly, we need you!” one of the producers called out, and I exited out of my Twitter app and locked my phone, then I gave it to Harry who put it in his jeans pocket.

     “Enjoy!” Harry says, grinning, and I roll my eyes.

     He leans forward for a kiss but Marissa steps inbetween. “Nu-uh-uh!” she interrupts, putting her arm inbetween Harry and my faces. “A kiss will ruin your lipstick! Harry, you can always kiss her when she’s done.”

     Harry pouts and I laugh at his face, and then point at my cheek. He then grins and places a kiss on my cheek, until I’m dragged off to the set by someone.

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     “And that’s a wrap!” Jordan, the director, yells.

     I throw my hands up in the air, shouting, “Yes!”

     My band comes up and we do a group hug, joyous over the fact that we finally finished filming our first music video. After pulling away, I see Harry and he comes up to me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “That was bloody amazing,” Harry laughs, hugging me.

     “Thanks,” I reply.

     “Can I kiss you now?” he asks, chuckling.