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VII - Carly

Chapter Seven~ Carly



As we pulled into the lot of the studio, I could feel the excitement radiating off Austin. He'd always wanted to see a recording studio, let alone meet the most famous band on the planet.

Harry turned off the car, getting out and jogging over to my side to open my door. I thanked him discretely, walking over to where Austin stood, glaring at Harry. The three of us walked in together, Harry taking the lead and having us follow him down a long, broad hallway filled with posters of performers, platinum records, and awards in glass cases.

We made our way into a large, maroon colored room that sat four lads that were absorbed in their electronics, whether it be a laptop, tablet, or phone; they were completely unaware of our presence. Harry cleared his throat, and all the lads heads shot up. Louis instantly bolted off the plush, black leather couch he had been sitting on to tackle Harry in a large bear hug.

"Hello, Carly..." Liam started, not knowing what to call my brother.

"Austin." He simply stated, still flanking my left side as Harry made his way back to my right, Louis clinging on his back like a koala. Liam nodded, making his way over to shake Austin's hand. My brother complied, taking Liam's large hand in his own, shaking it briefly.

"So.." Niall spoke, drawing out the vowel, also creating an even more awkward environment. We all paused for a moment, looked at each other, then filed into the hallway and over to a recording booth located across the hall.

"Let's get started then, yeah?" Liam half-smiled at me, turning to the controls. "Do you know how to work this, Carly?"

I nodded, making my way over to the chair in front of the panel. I pressed my body into the chair, pulling it up to the controls, and looking them over. I then adjusted some of the sliders and pressed some buttons before giving the boys a thumbs-up. They made their way into the soundproof booth, setting headsets over their ears or on their shoulders. Setting my own on my shoulders and seeing Liam's cue, I started the background music for the first track. Adjusting the sound, I listened intently to each of the lads voices, finding myself smiling each time Harry sang his solo's.

There was just something about him, yet I could never let him into my life. It would just lead to heartbreak and loss, and neither of us would be able to handle that. I was just me, and I had no idea why he was so interested in me.



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After they boys had finished recording for the day-with my help, of course- we all went out to a club, all including my brother. He seemed to be warming up to them, as he and Louis had been talking football on the way to the club.

I'd only had one drink so far, and my maximum was two, as I had class the next day. I wasn't drunk, the drink wasn't very strong or affective at all, it just made me a bit tipsy. Not enough to make my mind blank, though.

My mind kept wandering to one thing. Harry.

I had no idea why I was so interested in him. The last time that I had been close to someone, I'd been hurt badly. Emotionally and physically. I couldn't get hurt again, even in a different way. I couldn't let my walls down. Not again.

A man approached me, his break thick with alcohol and faggots [UK=cigarettes]. He leaned into me, his hot, foul breath hitting my face. I tried to push him off, but he was much too strong for me. He shoved me against a wall, my back hitting the surface hard. He put a hand on either side of my head, leaning in for a sloppy snog, to which I turned my head. A throaty growl escaped him, and he shoved his body against my own, before being ripped off me and thrown onto the ground. I looked up to see who it was, and it was none other than an angry Harry.

"Leave her alone, pervert." He growled, his voice sounding deeper and much more angry. He pushed his foot into the mans stomach, making a grimace cross the drunken mans face. A few people were looking, but not many.

"I-I'm sorry! Please, let me go!" The man cried, squirming under Harry's shoe. Harry took his foot off the mans stomach, but not before pressing down hard. He grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the man and outside.

"What was that?" He barked, looking me in the eye angrily.

"It wasn't my fault. Why do you even care, Harry? You don't even know me!" I defended myself, crossing my arms and looking away from him. He gripped my shoulders in his large hands, forcing me to face him. His gaze was so set on mine, his eyes burning with anger.

"You really need to value yourself more."

This angered me. He thought I didn't value myself? He didn't even know me, let alone what I thought about myself.

"You really need to think before you speak." And with that, I turned and walked away.



It's been two days since mine and Harry's little "chat". We haven't contacted each other, but I have a feeling he's been to the store asking for me while I wasn't there. I had gone on break and gone out to lunch with Austin, and when I got back I asked Stan if anything interesting had happened which made him stall before answering. I had known something was up, but hadn't made a comment.

"Carly, I'm home!" A shout from the front door snapped me out of my thoughts. I got up from the couch, throwing the blankets into the floor. I looked over at Austin, who was sleeping on one of our couches, snoring softy. I made my way to the front door slowly, smiling wearily as I saw Caroline hanging up her jacket in the front closet. She glanced at me for a moment before grabbing my arm and towing me back to the couch, forcing me to lie down once again.

"You should be resting, you're sick." I'd caught a cold last night walking home, as Austin had my car and its was pouring buckets. I hadn't had a jacket, either, as it had been warm earlier in the day.

I motioned for her to be quieter and whispered, "I know, I'm sorry." I sighed, running a hand through my tangled curls. I covered myself in blankets once again, taking the now luke-warm soup off of the table next to me. I held it out to Caroline, putting on my most convincing-yet pathetic- pout, hoping she would get me more. She laughed, taking the bowl and walking into the kitchen, but not before ruffling my hair.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Caroline rushed to get it. I heard the door open, and hushed voices for a moment, before she called me over.

"Carly, someone's here to see you...." She sounded hesitant, and not completely sure about what she was doing. I sighed, getting up and walking over to the door. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw who was standing in the doorway, a sad smile displayed on his face.

Standing there, was none other than Louis Tomlinson. His eyes were slightly puffy, as if he had been crying. He stepped inside, out of the cold winds and into the rug placed in front of the door. Caroline quickly shut the door, walking away. I could faintly hear her waking Austin and sending him to my bedroom.

"Wh-What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice coming out meek and barely audible.

"I-It's Harry. Something's happened."



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I'm sorry its short, and that it's been so long, but I feel a lot has happened in this chapter. Do you?

I haven't written any more chapters, even though I claimed I would. I didn't have much time while camping, and I slept half of the 5 hour ride each way, so yeah. Please bear with me, I'll try to get chapter eight done soon!!

-Payton