Truly Madly Deeply (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 49

Short, filler chapter. Next chapter will be up tonight or tomorrow. x

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Harry’s POV:

            Carly reaction to the song was exactly what I wanted; shock, happiness, joy, and love. The look on her face was priceless, and I wish I had gotten a picture of it. I wanted the song to be perfect, and Carly’s reaction just told me it was perfect as can be. I had been working on Truly, Madly, Deeply for a while, trying to get my thoughts and feelings about Carly in one song. The song spoke how I felt about her, and I think she saw that. I was afraid of losing Carly; that’s the last thing I want. She means so much to me, more than I could have ever imagined, and losing her would just destroy me.

            My eyes traveled to where Carly was sitting on the couch of the tour bus, laughing and smiling as she talked to the girls. As she listened to what Eleanor was telling her, Carly’s eyes traveled over to me, locking with my green ones. I send her a cheeky wink, causing a cute blush to appear on her cheeks, as she goes back to paying attention to Eleanor.

            “You two have two have got it bad,” Louis suddenly says from next to me, causing me to look at him.

            “What?” I ask, confused.

            Louis chuckles. “Harry, I’m your best mate,” he says a bit quietly, so only I could hear him. “And I know you well enough to know you’ve never acted this way with a girl. You, my friend, are whipped.”

            “I’m not whipped!” I deny, shaking my head, readjusting myself so I sat properly on the couch opposite from the girls.

            Louis gave me a look. “Please,” he rolls his eyes. “You would do anything for that girl. You’d buy her a bloody elephant if she asked you to.”

            “Why would Carly need an elephant?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.

            Louis groans. “It’s an example!” he exclaims, causing me to chuckle and the girls to look at him. When they look away, Louis says in a hushed tone, “You look at Carly the same way I look at Eleanor.”

            I raise my eyebrow. “You realize you just called yourself whipped, right?”

            Louis nods. “I’m aware,” he says. “And I don’t care. Who cares if you’re whipped for someone you love? It’s a way of saying that you’ll do anything for them.”

            I think for a moment, my eyes wandering over to where Carly’s animately telling the girls about something and laughing. “You know what, Lou?” I say, turning my head as my green eyes lock with Louis’ blue ones. “I think I am whipped.”

            A few minutes later, Carly walked over to me and sat down next to me on the couch, sitting sideways so she can look at me. “So I talked to Kristen,” she says, “and I’m allowed to go to London when the tour’s over.”