Truly Madly Deeply (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 47

Kind of a short, fun chapter. Next one will be better, I promise ;D

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Carly’s POV:

            “You boys relly need to start cleaning this place up,” I say in disgust, bending down to pick up someone’s stinky sock.

            “We’re guys,” Louis says, relaxing on to the couch of the tour bus. “Cleaning isn’t in our vocabulary.”

            “Speak for yourself,” Harry says, coming down the stairs. “Carly’s right. This is way too disgusting.”

            I smirk at Louis as I take the stinky sock I was holding and throw it at his face. He squirms and throws it off of him, and glares at me with his blue eyes. “You two are definitely perfect together,” he says. “Clean freaks,” he adds with a mumble. Standing up, he says, “I’ll be outside,” and then walks out of the tour bus.

            We were still in Austrailia, and instead of going to our hotel, we were on the tour bus behind the arena. We were in the arena’s parking lot, where cars of the workers were, and the other tour bus for our bands. Liam, Zayn, and Niall were outside doing God knows what, and I guess Louis went to join them, so it was just Harry and I. I was wearing short denim shorts with a red loose singlet on top, and flip flops so I wouldn’t step on any junk that was in this tour bus. Living with five boys can be extremely messy, and I’m always the one left to it clean up.

            So now it was just Harry and I left to clean this all up. I give Harry a look and ask, “Ready to clean up after our best friends?”

            Harry nods firmly. “Let’s do this, poo!”

            I laugh as I start off by picking up the dirty clothes, while Harry cleans up the left over food. Ew ew ew. These boys are so disgusting. Harry and I were more than half way done cleaning, when Niall’s Irish voice called for us. “Harry! Carly! Come out here for a second, will ya?”

            Harry and I at each other, and then he makes his way to the door and I follow. We walk down the steps off of the tour bus, and look around the empty parking lot with the sun beaming down on us. “Where are they?” I ask Harry.

            Before Harry got the chance to respond, Liam, Zayn, Niall, Louis, the boys’ band Josh, Dan, Stanley, Jon, and even my band Joey, Greg, Dane, and Drew, all jumped out of nowhere, all holding Nerf water guns that were pointed towards Harry and I. “Shit,” Harry cursed, and before we knew it, we were being sprayed.

            All twelve boys squirted their water guns at Harry and I, the cool water coming in contact with our bodies as I let out a yelp and ducked behind Harry’s tall figure. My entire body was wet and my shirt was sticking to my stomach, but the boys continued spraying. They kept on screaming and shouting, while I hid behind Harry as he tried to get them to stop.

            “Get Carly! She’s hiding behind curly!” Zayn shouts, spraying water on Harry.