Had an awful headache while I was writing this. Sorry if it's bad or any spelling errors. Thanks for readinggg.
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Harry's POV:
"Oh my God, Barcelona is so beautiful," Carly gasps as we walk around Spain.
We all landed in Spain a few hours ago, and right now Carly and I were walking around the beautiful city. The two of us could just now walk around in public, holding hands, and now have to worry about the fans or paparazzi finding out about our 'secret' relationship, since it wasn't such a secret anymore. It had been two days since I had told everyone that we were dating, and most of the fans seemed understanding. But I also noticed the hate Carly was getting, but she didn't say anything about it. She either isn't bothered about it or hasn't seen it. I don't know which was in better, but I just don't want her to see it.
"I know, right?" I say, squeezing her small hand. I watched as she brought her right hand up and ran it through her light brown hair, having it gathered up on the top of her head and letting it fall into it's layers. I loved her hair. It was so soft and silky, and always spelt like either apples or strawberries.
She looked cute in her black lace top, skinny jeans, and brown boots. I was dressed in a grey shirt, converse, jeans, and my green beanie, and we were just walking around in this beautiful city. The boys were in the hotel, doing who knows what, but I'm just hoping they don't cause too much destruction.
"Do you think I'd look good with blue eyes?" Carly asks all of a sudden.
I chuckle. "You'd look good with any color eyes," I tell her. "But why the change?"
Carly shrugs as we continue walking. "I don't know," she says honestly. "I guess because brown is too plain? I guess I just get annoyed of the fact that I look so... Normal. Girls with blue or green eyes are so pretty, and I'm stuck with just plain brown."
I stop walking at her words, and stand in front of her so I'm looking down at her. Carly looks a bit startled at my gesture, and I put my hands on her shoulders. "Having brown eyes isn't plain or boring," I tell her seriously. "Your eyes are beautiful, Calrs, don't let anyone tell you so otherwise. I love your eyes, they're so gorgeous, and I can never keep my eyes off of them. Your eyes are wonderful."
Carly smiles up at me, reaching her right hand up and placing it at the back of my neck as she looks at me with those gorgeous brown eyes of hers. "Thanks, Harry," she says. "You're way too sweet."
I smile in response, and then Carly pulls my neck down and her lips meet mine. Smiling against her lips, I kiss her back, not caring we were in the middle of Barcelona, where fans or anyone else might see us. All that mattered was Carly, as I kissed her soft lips. Her other hand traveled up and rested on the back of my neck as well, and I reached up and cupped her face in both of my hands. Our lips moved in perfect sync as - and as cliche as this may sound - sparks flew everywhere, like every time we kiss, this happens. I always feel like I'm on cloud nine when I kiss Carly, it's indescribable and just plain amazing.
After sharing that kiss, Carly and I continue walking around the city, until we come across a park and go through it. At one point, the two of us just laid down on our stomachs on the grass, our faces inches away from each other. As we were laying down, Carly's knees were planted on the grass as her legs were in the air, and the two of us just stayed that way and talked. As Carly was talking, I found it really hard to pay attention to her. She was just naturally breathtakingly beautiful, she didn't even need to try.
She started clapping her hands in front of me, most likely to get my attention, but I was just mesmerized by her. It wasn't until Carly had crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out when I let out a laugh, looking down and then backup at her.
"Good to know you're back," Carly jokes, a small smile playing on her pink lips.
I let out a laugh. "Sorry about that," I apologize, and she just waves her hand in dismissal.
Carly and I stayed at the park for a few more hours, talking about anything and everything as we walked around. It finally got a bit dark, so we made our way back to the hotel, which thankfully wasn't so far away. When we were literally two minutes away from the hotel, paparazzi had found us. So gripping Carly's hand, the two of us ran inside the hotel where they couldn't follow us.
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"Finally, I'm back in Mexico!" I grin as I look out the tour bus's window.
"You've been to Mexico before?" Liam asks me, eyebrow raised.
I roll my eyes. "I'm half Mexican, dummy," I tell him.
"Hey! I never knew that!" Louis shouts, a bit too loudly.
"Shut up!" I hiss. "Harry's still sleeping."
Zayn smirks. "Aw, look at Carly looking out for her boyfriend," he coos, pinching my cheek.
I swat his hand away and huff. "He was up late doing something," I inform. "It wasn't until I woke up at three in the morning when I had told him to go to bed."
Niall lets out a groan. "Now he's never gonna wake up," he whines, checking his watch. "It's already eleven in the morning."
"Let him sleep, Niall," I scolded, and in response he stuck his tongue out at me.
An hour had passed, and Harry still wasn't awake. The boys were getting impatient because they had a sound check soon and they needed Harry awake. So, to stop them from complaining, I reluctantly got up and went upstairs to wake Harry up. Reaching his bunk, I stood on my tippy toes to get a full view of him and reached my hand up and slightly shook his shoulder. "Haz," I say, but he doesn't move. "Harry," I say a bit louder.
"Mmmm," Harry mumbles, stirring a bit.
"Harry Styles, wake the hell up," I tell him firmly. But yet again, he didn't move. So I did the only thing I could think of. Reaching forward, I placed my lips on top of his. Right when he was about to kiss back, I pulled away, smirking.
Harry's green eyes shot open and he glared at me. "Hey!" he exclaims, not liking the fact that I pulled away before he could kiss me back.
"Hi," I grin, taking a step away from the bunk. "Get your fat ass up."
Harry raises an eyebrow as he swings his legs over and jumps off the bunk, exposing his pajama bottoms and bare chest. "Fat ass?" he scoffs, looking down at me. Jerk towers over at me, causing me to look up at him. "Need I remind you, millions of girls would love to get a view of my 'fat ass.'"
I scrunched up my face. "That's sort of disturbing," I let out a chuckle.
Harry laughs, and then leans down to kiss me. I kiss him back, and then I pull away. "Get dressed," I say. "You have a sound check."
Harry rolls his eyes. "Yes, mum," he says sarcastically, and then walks to the direction of the bathroom. Chuckling, I sit on my bunk and and unlock my phone, going on Twitter. But I really wish I didn't, because nothing about it was pleasant. Both my time line and mentions were horrible.
-I bet you @CarlyMcKinley is just using Harry for fame.
-Why the fuck is Harry even dating Carly?! She's so ugly.
-@CarlyMcKinley you can't sing. Your voice is so annoying, so why don't you just shut the fuck up.
-Carly needs to stay away from Harry. She probably doesn't even like him.
-@CarlyMcKinley you're so ugly and pathetic. Stay away from Harry you bitch.
It didn't stop there. The hate and nasty messages were endless, each was horrible than the one before. There's only so much hate a person can take, to the point where they just start break down and crying. And that's exactly what I did. Tears started pouring out of my eyes, and I put my hand in front of my mouth to keep the sobs from escaping. Not being able to bare it anymore, I threw my phone on my bed and ran out of the room, bumping into someone along the way.
"Hey did - Carly?! What's wrong?!" Zayn's panicked voice asked.
I just shook my head, running down the hall and into the spare bathroom. Locking myself in the bathroom, I slid to the floor with my back against the door and let the sobs escape my mouth.
Harry's POV:
I walked out of the bathroom, drying my hair with the towel as I walk into the living room. But when I walked into the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. The lads were sitting around Zayn, who was holding an iPhone with a purple sparkly case, and each of their faces were etched with anger as they glared at the phone. Wait a minute... That was Carly's phone. Why were they so angry? I walked over to them, confused, and asked, "Lads, what's wrong?"
Zayn thrusted the phone to me, still angry. "Just read."
I took the phone, confused, and looked down at it. Carly's Twitter was opened up, and when I saw what I was reading, my jaw dropped and anger flared inside of me. Each hate message Carly was receiving was horrible and just nasty, and it disgusted me that people are capable of saying such things. I gripped the phone tightly as I tried to calm myself down. "Where's Carly?" was the first thing that came out of my mouth.
"She's in the bathroom," Liam says with a sad smile.
I nod and throw my towel on the floor, and run towards the bathroom. "Carly?!" I shout, jiggling the door knob but to find that it's locked. "Carly, babe, open the door!" The next thing I heard was sobbing, and my heart broke. Just hearing her crying when I can't even see her makes me want to hold her. I knock on the door with both of my hands, pleading. "Carly, please, open the door," I beg.
I hear some shuffling, and then the door clicks, telling me she unlocked it. I open the door and step in, closing the door behind me. Turning, I saw Carly sitting on the closed toilet, her face red from crying and tears streaming down her face. My heart broke all over again and I kneeled down in front of her as Carly kept her head down sniffing.
"Carly," I whisper, taking both of her hands in mine. "Don't listen to any of that, alright?"
"How c-could I n-not?" she stutters, another tear leaking out of her eye as my thumb automatically reaches out and I wipe it away. "They all hate me. T-They think I-I'm ugly and n-no good."
I shook my head. "They don't know you," I tell her. "They don't know how much of a sweet and caring girl you are. If they call you ugly, they're blind because you're bloody gorgeous. If they say you can't sing, they might as well be deaf because your voice is mesmerizing. Don't let it get to you."
Carly lets out a bitter chuckle. "They all hate me," she sobs.
"Not everyone hates you, Carly," I tell her softly. "The boys and I are here for you. We think you're incredible. Your family loves you. Your fans love you..."
I was about to say something else, but then I caught myself. It would have been too soon if I said that, and I didn't want to scare Carly because of that. I'm scaring myself just by thinking that.
"I just..." Carly sighed, running a hand through her wavy hair. "It's just too much."
I squeeze her hands and she looks at me with her teary brown eyes. "Remember when I was getting all that hate?" I ask her, remembering the time where that hate was unbareable. Carly nods and I give her a small smile. "You helped me. You were there for me, Carls. You calmed me down. And that's exactly what I'm gonna do for you," I tell her. "Just like you told me, I'm gonna tell you. Don't waste your tears on what the haters say. They are definitely not worth it. You're so much better than they are, and you are just incredible."
Carly smiles at me, and it was a real smile. She reaches up and wipes her tears away, looking at me. "Thanks, Harry," she says. "You're amazing, you know that?"
I smirk, shrugging. "I've been told once or twice," I say, causing her to laugh. I smile at the sound of her laugh, glad that she's feeling a bit better. "Hold on," I tell her, taking out my phone.
"What are you doing?" Carly asks as she sees me pull up my Twitter app. I hold up my finger, telling her to give me a minute, as I start typing.
@Harry_Styles: Please stop sending hate to Carly. It's disgusting and just rude. I'd appreciate it if you stopped being mean to her. She's a human being & hasn't done anything wrong. Please stop.
I show it to her, and a smile forms on her pink lips. "Once again, you're amazing," Carly says, before burying her hand in my hair and pulling me in for a kiss.