Truly Madly Deeply (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 61

I decided to give you two chapters today, 'cause I have nothing better to do with my life.

Yup.

But the picture on the side is adorbs.

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Carly’s POV:

            Harry would be here in about an hour or so, so I got dressed quickly. After taking a shower, I put on a white camisole tank and on top of it one of Harry’s button down shirts without buttoning it and having the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Along with that I wore light blue skinny jeans and ankle booties. My hair was tied into a French braid, falling over my right shoulder, with some lip gloss and eyeliner. Grabbing my sunglasses and phone, I walked out of my room and down the stairs.

            “Going somewhere?” Mum asks with a smile, carrying a wide awake Riley.

            I smile, nodding. “Harry and I are going to the aquarium.” At the word ‘aquarium’, Riley’s wide eyes looked at me. I chuckle, looking at her. “You wanna come with us, Riles?”

            Riley giggled, and I took it as a yes. “I don’t want Riley to interrupt your time with Harry,” Mum tells me. “It’s just supposed to be the two of you.”

            “Nonesense,” a new voice says, and Mum and I turn to see Harry standing there, smiling. He was clad in jeans that hung low at his hips, revealing the waist band of his Tommy Hilfiger boxers, a simple black V-neck, and white Converse. He walks towards us, smiling. “Brian let me in,” he says. “But we’ll be glad to take Riley with us.”

            I smile at his sweetness, and Mum smiles hesitantly. “If you’re sure...”

            “We’re sure,” Harry and I say in unison.

            Mum chuckles. “Alright then,” she says. “I’m just gonna get her changed.”

            We nod and she goes up the stairs. I turn to look at Harry only to find that he’s smirking down at me. “Is that my shirt?” he asks, amusement dancing in his green eyes.

            I press my lips together, a sheepish smile on my face. “Maybe...”

            Harry chuckles softly, reaching up and caressing my right cheek. “You look adorable in it,” he grins, dimples in view.

            A few minutes later, Mum comes back down the stairs holding a dressed up Riley. She was now wearing white shorts and a cute little dark blue blouse. She had on tiny shoes on her tiny feet, and her curly brown hair cascading down her shoulders. I smile at my little sister, taking her from Mum’s arms. “You ready to go, Riley?” I grin at her, holding her in my arms.

            She giggles in response, and Harry smiles. “We’ll get going,” he says.