Truly Madly Deeply (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 5

So not only am I failing one class, but I'm failing TWO classes. Math, and English. English. How am I failing English, the most easy class for me? I hate my life right now. And I hate my Math teacher because she can't teach. Ugh.

Anyway, here's the next chapter!

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Carly's POV:

"So we're gonna be taking a picture for each song," Jeremiah tells me. "That way there's a cover art for each of your brilliant songs," he adds with a wide grin.

Before you ask, yes Jeremiah's my photographer. We call him every time we have a photo shoot, because he's the best of the best. We're back at the same studios as before when I had first met the One Direction boys. I was already dressed in my first outfit for the shoot. Thirteen songs on the album meant thirteen photos. My first outfit was a simple long sleeved loose white shirt with pink polka dots on it. I was wearing a wig for this and a few other photos because my hair was a bit too long, and I didn't have the heart to cut it. Call me conceited but I love my long hair.

The photo shoot went on like that, with me doing different poses and changing into different outfits while Marissa and Carter did my hair and makeup. At one point, I was dressed in a strapless blue dress with blue and white stockings with dark blue ankle boots, my hair was tied into a pony tail draping over my shoulder, and make up obviously done. The photo was of me sitting on my knees, sideways, my head was tilted a bit back as I look at the camera, and my right hand reached back and was grasping the heel of one of my boots. The pictures were so far coming out really good, and I was really pleased with them.

Once I was done with the eighth picture, I was walking back into my dressing room to change. But when I opened the door and walked in, I was surprised that Marissa and Carter weren't the only people in there. No, because Mr. Harry Styles himself was there as well. Harry and I were getting along really well for the past few days, and were becoming like the best of friends. He's always giving me rides whenever I need them and he's just a really sweet person. When I walk in, the three of them are too busy in a conversation to notice me until I close the door. "Hey, guys," I say, causing them to stop talking and look at me.

"Hey, Carly," Harry grins, standing up from the couch and giving me a quick hug. He looks really cute, if I must say so. He's wearing a white collared shirt with blue stripes going down, a dark green beanie that has his hair underneath pushed back, brown pants, and white Converse. His shirt fits him perfectly, letting you see his abs underlined from beneath it. Whoa.

"What're you doing here?" I ask him once he lets go of me.

Harry shrugged. "Thought I'd swing by and watch your photo shoot," he tells me, and I roll my eyes.

"Mhm, yeah, okay," I say, unconvinced. "But shoo now. I need to change," I say as Marissa gets the make up kit ready once again.

Instead of listening to me, Harry plops down on the couch, smirking. "I'll go out when you're actually getting changed. Not just getting your hair and makeup done."

I shake my head at him, chuckling, as I sit down on one of the chairs. Marissa then comes up to me and starts doing my eyes. As Marissa applies some lip gloss on me, Carter starts curling my hair. While they are doing so, my phone buzzes from my lap and I look down to see that I have a mention from Harry himself.