Truly Madly Deeply (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 57

Two chapters in one day!!! Woop woopp! haha

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Carly’s POV:

            “Excuse me, what?” I ask Kristen, making sure I had heard her right.

            “A second album,” Kristen repeated. “Doesn’t that sound exciting?”

            I nod. “Yeah, but not now,” I say. “Kris, I just got off tour like, a month ago. Isn’t that too soon for a second album?”

            Kristen shook her head from behind her desk. “Not really,” she says. “People love you, Carly. They want to hear more of you. You need to give them more of you to listen.”

            I sigh, running a hand through my long hair. “Is there a specific deadline for this second album?” I ask, crossing my legs as I shift in the uncomfortable chair.

            Kristen shakes her head. “Not that I know of,” she says. “Don’t worry, Carly,” she adds. “Your first album was a hit. I’m sure your management wouldn’t want a second album right this second. Take it easy.”

            I sigh and nod, standing up. “Is that all?” I ask.

            Kristen nods. “Yeah, for now,” she chuckles. “I’ll talk to you later.”

            I nod and say goodbye to her, before walking out of the big building and towards my car. The minute I exit the building, I’m surrounded by several paparazzi, flashing cameras and throwing cameras at me.

            “Carly! What’s it like being back in LA?!”

            “Are you and Harry Styles still together?!”

            “How’s the long distance relationship working out?!”

            “Are you working on a new album?!”

            I push my way through the crowd, keeping my head down and not answering any of their questions. Once I get to my car, I shut the door and drive out, away from the damned paparazzi. I drive back to my flat and turn on the radio. Immediately, Live While We’re Young started playing, and a sigh escaped my lips. I missed those boys so much, it was ridiculous. Finally reaching my flat, I parked the car and went up the stairs and to the front door.

            “Ash, I’m home!” I call out, closing the door.

            “Lunch is on the table!” I hear her call back.

            I reply with an ‘okay’ and go up to my room to change my clothes. I change into a simple white tank top and black sweat pants. Once my hair is tied into a messy bun, I run down the stairs and into the kitchen. A grin forms on my face when I see a meal for me from Smash Burger is sitting on the counter. I love Ashley.