So someone hacked our school's computer and put porn in every single computer. I can't stop laughing, it was so funny. But anyway, I'M BACK. Here's the chapter! It's a bit short but I hope you like it..
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Carly’s POV:
“Louis Tomlinson, I will kill you,” I grumble, putting the ice pack on top of my injured head.
“I’m sorry, love!” Louis replies, seeming genuinely sorry.
Half an hour ago, the boys had been playing soccer at the local park here in Chicago. And Louis had at one point kicked the ball so hard that it flew across the field and had hit me in the head. I had been sitting under a tree listening to music on my phone, so I didn’t hear the boys’ shouts of warning, and I couldn’t move in time to avoid getting hit. When the ball hit me, Harry had ran over and asked me if I was okay and before I could answer, I felt dizzy and almost fainted. But thankfully, Harry had caught me in time and I didn’t. Now we were back in the hotel, sitting on the couch with an ice pack on the top of my head. My head actually hurt a lot; curse Louis for being such an amazing player.
“I... It’s fine,” I sutter, suddenly feeling light headed.
Zayn looks over and frowns at me. “Carly, are you okay?” he asks worriedly, causing Harry’s head to snap over at me.
I rubbed my head with my free hand and kept the ice pack on top of my head. Before I could answer, I felt a wave of dizziness hit me, before everything went black.
Harry’s POV:
“Carly?!” Niall shous in panic, causing all of us to look at Carly.
She was lying unconcious on the couch, the ice pack had fallen from her head as her eyes stayed closed. My own eyes widened as I jumped up and ran over, crouching over to her. “Carls? Carly, wake up!”
“I’m gonna call Paul,” Liam says urgently.
I held Carly’s right hand in my own while using my left to move some stray strands of hair away from her face. Her chest moved up and down as she drew in steady breaths. I glanced over to the other lads, and saw that they were pretty worried too. Niall was biting his nails with a worried expression etched on his face. Zayn was biting his bottom lip with the same look on his face, Liam looked worried as well while he was on the phone with Paul, telling him to come up quickly. And then there was Louis, who looked the most worried. Poor lad probably felt really guilty about being the one injuring Carly.
A few minutes later, Paul showed up to our suite and turned to me. “Take her to her room,” he instructed me. “I called the doctor; he’ll be here soon.”
Nodding, I stood up and bent down as I looped my right arm around the back of her legs and the other behind her neck. Carrying her bridal style, I take her to the room we share and push the door open with my legs. Walking inside, I make my way over to the bed and gently and carefully place her on the plush bed. I pull up the comforter over her and let out a sigh. She’s probably fine, but I can’t help but worry. Maybe I’m worrying a bit too much? I can’t help it, I guess.
A few minutes later, Paul walks into the room with another man, who I’m assuming is the doctor. I greet him and tell him what happened, so he starts looking at Carly and seeing what’s wrong with her. After a few minutes later, he stopped and turned to look at Paul and I. “She’s fine,” he says, and I release a sigh of relief. “She just has a minor concussion, due to the fact that she got hit a bit hard. Give her these pain killers once she wakes up, twice a day,” he instructs, handing me a small orange bottle of pills. “Have her take them until it’s empty. She should be fine by then.”
“Would she be able to perform by tonight?” Paul asks.
The doctor thinks for a moment before shaking his head and sighing. “It’s best if she doesn’t,” he tells us. “It would be too loud, and loud noises can hurt hear head a bit more.”
I nod and shake his hand. “Thank you, doctor,” I tell him sincerely.
We bid goodbye and then he leaves along with Paul. I look at the small bottle down in my hand and then put it down on the bedside table. Smiling down at Carly slightly, I take out my phone and take a picture of her sleeping self.
@Harry_Styles: Looks like @CarlyMcKinley won’t be able to perform tonight. Poor lass got a hit to the head :( Feel better love xx pic.twitter.com/XNM9426
Just as that tweet went out, I got thousands of retweets and favorites, and a lot of replies.
-@Harry_Styles Aw! She looks so cute while sleeping lol. #FeelBetterCarly
-@Harry_Styles Is it creepy that I think she looks adorable while sleeping? Haha #FeelBetterCarly
-@Harry_Styles Aw! Hopefully she’ll be better soon! #FeelBetterCarly
I smiled at the tweets of my fans and noticed that #FeelBetterCarly was the third world wide trend. Returning my phone back into my pant’s pocket, I lean down and press my lips against Carly’s forhead, before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind me. Walking into the living room, I get attacked by Louis, who grips my shoulder tightly and starts wailing.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit Carly so hard! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he exclaims, looking extremely apologetic.
I chuckle slightly and pat Louis’ back. “It’s okay, mate,” I assure him. “She’s gonna be fine. All she has to do is take her medicine.”
Louis lets out a sigh of relief and nods to reassure himself before going over to where Niall was. “I saw your tweet,” Zayn says. “She can’t perform tonight?”
I shake my head and plop down on the couch next to Liam. “Nope,” I say, popping the ‘p.’ “Doctor said the loud noise will bother her head. She can basically do anything else but perform.”
Liam gives me a sympathetic smile, patting my arm. “She’ll be fine; don’t worry.”
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Carly’s POV:
“Guys, honestly, I’m fine,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes.
“You took your medicine, right?” Harry asks me, concern lacing his green eyes.
I found it rather adorable how much Harry was fussing over me. Ever since I woke up, he made sure I took my medicine, that I stayed relaxed, and just made sure that I was okay. It was really, really sweet to be honest, and I loved it. “Haz, I’m fine,” I assure him. “Promise.”
He looks at me for another minute before nodding. “Alright, if you say so.”
I chuckle once again and continue watching TV. The boys had returned from their concert an hour or so ago and now we were just watching TV. After a while I say, “You know, we should go to Crown Fountain.”
The boys look at me. “Are you sure you’re okay to go?” Liam asks, looking wary.
I roll my eyes. “I have a headache, not a broken leg,” I say. “Come on, let’s go! It’s gonna be so much fun.”
“Fine,” Harry says reluctantly. “Let’s change first.”
I grin and go to Harry and I’s shared room. I quickly change into denim shorts, a pink Victoria’s Secret crop top that says PINK in black across of it, and blue flip flops. After we all change, we leave the hotel and drive to Crown Fountain.
Crown Fountain is one of the best things about Chicago. It’s basically two giant walls of public art and video that are featured in Chicago’s Millennium Park. The walls mostly have pictueres of people’s faces and out of their mouths, water sprouts. The water comes out of the walls and on to the ground, and it forms a little pool that goes up to our ankles. There’s a huge distance between the two walls, so it’s enough for a lot of people to go there.
We finally reached Crown Fountain, and it looked so beautiful. And since it’s night, the whole place is lit up, and it looked wonderful. Paul parked the car and says, “I’m gonna wait in the car. Have fun.”
The boys and I get out of the van and run towards the center of the fountain. Not a lot of people are here, since it’s ten thirty at night, so it was more enjoyable without it being crowded. We took off our shoes before stepping into the small pool and I grabbed Harry’s hand immediately. “Come on! The water’s about to come out.”
Harry laughs and we run towards one of the walls, with the boys following us. A couple of people where there as well, while some were just playing in the pool water, while others were on the other side by the other wall. A picture of a man in glasses came up with his mouth forming an ‘O’ shape, and all of a sudden, lukewarm water sprout out and drenched us. I squealed in excitement as I clutch Harry’s right forearm and I can hear the boys cheering. My clothes, body, and hair are all drenched once the water stops coming out, and I let out a laugh.
“That was amazing!” Louis shouted, running a hand through his wet hair.
I laugh. “Told you so!” I say. The boys then run off and start playing in the water, and I turn to Harry. His curly brown hair was now wet and sticking to his forehead, and his wet clothes stuck to his body, just like mine did. Only different was that I could make out his abs through the thin material of his wet T-shirt. I chuckly softly as my hand reaches up and I let it run through Harry’s wet hair.
Harry smirks and then leans in, placing his soft lips on top of mine. I kiss him back instantly and wrap my arms around his neck. Our lips move in perfect sync as Harry’s hand place themselves on my hips and he pushes me against the wall, kissing me roughly. My hands run through his wet hair as Harry’s tongue moves into my mouth and dances with mine. All of a sudden, I feel water on both Harry and I and we pull apart, our heads moving up to see the water splashing us as it comes out of the wall. I chuckle and Harry pecks my nose, and I smile at him.
“Come here,” I say as I lace my left hand with his right and pull him to the center of the pool, where all of the boys were splashing each other with the water with their feet. I bend down and splash some water with my hand and on to Harry. He gives me a look before doing the same and splashing it in my face.
I laugh and continue to splash him and he does the same. We continue splashing each other and laughing, and then the boys join in. This was so much fun; hanging at Crown Fountain and just splashing my friends with water. Something I’ve always wanted to do in Chicago, as strange it may sound. At one point, when I was splashing Niall, someone had spun me around, causing my wet hair to stick in my face, and I looked up and saw that it was Harry. His hand reached up as he pushes the wet strands of hair away, and his green orbs bore into my brown ones.
Harry’s left hand cups the side of my face as his thumbs strokes my wet left cheek. “I’m really glad that you’re okay,” he says quietly, enough for me to hear.
I chuckle softly. “It was just a hit to the head, Harry,” I tell him. “I’m perfectly fine.”
Harry smiles, revealing his dimples. He then grabs my hand once again and pulls me towards the wall, where the water is right about to come out. When it does, the water once again drenches us and Harry pulls me in for yet another kiss. I smile against his lips as I kiss him back as we stand underneath the water. Once we pull away when the water stops, Harry kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my waist. I do the same and rest the side of my head on his chest, sighing contently.
An hour later, we’re all back in the hotel, all dried up and in fresh clothes. I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through Twitter, when I see that I have one new mention from Niall.
@NiallOfficial: @Harry_Styles & @CarlyMcKinley really are 1 of the most perfect couples ever ! love u guys! pic.twitter.com/MXK3924
I grin pastered on my face as I looked at Niall’s picture. It was so beautiful. It was of Harry and I kissing underneath the water, all wet and adorable. Our arms were wrapped around each other and our figures seemed a little dark with the lights of the wall illuminating us. The picture was so cute, and I loved it. Smiling, I took a screen-shot of the picture and set it as my lock and home screen of my phone.
From the corner of my eye, I see Harry walking in with a bowl of pop corn. “Ready to watch the movie?”
I smile and put my phone away. “Yeah,” I nod, patting the spot next to me. Harry smiles and sits next to me as he puts the bowl on his lap. He presses the play button and Love Actually starts playing. Perfect night, definitely.
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It's a semi-cute chapter, but I loved writing it. It wasn't that good, but hopefully it was good enough.
PICTURE OF CROWN FOUNTAIN ON THE SIDE. I went there when I was little and it was SO MUCH FUN! Anyone from Chicago reading this? loll