Truly Madly Deeply (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 65

Someone PLEASE make me a cover for the sequel of this book! It's gonna be called Still The One! And sorry if this chap's too small :/

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*One Month Later*

Carly’s POV:

            “Finished the last song!” I exclaim with a grin as I burst into the Kristen’s office.

            Kristen looked away from the computer and at me, smiling. “That’s great. What’s it called?”

            “Sick Of You,” I tell her, sitting down on a chair.

            She raises an eyebrow. “Is it about you-know-who?” she asks.

            I bite the inside of my cheek, nodding. “I just needed to get my feelings out,” I say. “And the song sort of helped me.”

            Kristen nods, giving me a sympathetic smile. “I understand,” she says. “But I’m sure it’s a great song. Do you want me to book you a photo shoot for the album?”

            I nod. “Yeah,” I say. “I just have to record the two last songs,” I add. “I’m heading to the studio right now.”

            Kristen smiles. “Alright,” she says, picking up her phone. “I’ll tell you about the details later.”

            I nod and stand up, bidding goodbye to her as I leave. I head to the studio to record the last few songs. It had been a little over a month since Harry and I’s break up, and people were still buzzing about it. I chose to ignore what people were saying about the two of. I had moved on from Harry, and just decided to steer clear of any One Direction related news.

            Speaking of Harry and One Direction, Harry was still with Kate. I’m not surprised. The boys are doing interviews and shows here and there, but I don’t exactly know. I’m not sure what the boys are doing, since I don’t really keep tabs with them anymore.

            I had lost contact with the boys about a month ago, not really talking or texting any of them. Time zones were just a minor part in that doing. I had mostly ignored them because it was part of my healing and moving on process. I know it was selfish and rude of me, but it seemed like the best thing to do at the time. The four boys are best friends with Harry, and talking to them just reminds of me of the curly haired boy. It’s hard enough with having to hear their songs on the radio and see them everywhere I go, but just talking to those four boys hurts.

            Though, I still talk to Eleanor, Soha, Danielle, and Perrie from time to time. We have our usual girl talk, and they tell me what the boys are up to one in a while. They understand why I don’t call the boys anymore, and have promised me that they won’t tell them about talking to me. I feel bad about it, because I know it’s mean. The boys are like my best friends, and now I’m making their girlfriends lie about talking to me.