Endless Love

Authors Note: Hey guys! This is my FIRST movella. I hope you all enjoy. I will be adding on chapters until the book is finished. Please comment, like, and favorite. Tell me what you think! Thanks xx :) FYI: If the paragraphing or anything looks weird, my computer kept messing up while typing this and I didn't notice it till I published it. It's still very understandable. (:

18 year old, Kaylee Jones, moves back to London with her American best friend friend, Bailey. While watching MTV one morning, Kaylee saw someone she knew. It was Louis Tomlinson of One Direction. That was her ex-boyfriend. What happens when they are brought together one day? And what will happen when another one of the band members fall for her? Find out in my movella. :)


26. America

Kaylee's P.O.V

Why are you just standing there like an idiot, Kaylee?! Go after him!

The little voice in my head was yelling at me as I watched Lou walk through the gates to his plane back to London. I couldn't bear myself to move though. I stood frozen and he left me speechless yet again. I definently felt something between us. It was a lot more than what I feel with Harry. Maybe it's just nerves or I'm just really shocked.

I still feel his lips on mine. I reached my finger up and touched my bottom lip as if that was just a dream that felt real. But no, it was not a dream and that did just happen. I snapped myself back to reality and looked around to make sure no one was starring or anything. Thank God no one was. I grabbed my luggage and headed out of the airport to the fresh New York air.

I called for a cab and it was no problem getting one. I told them the address where I was going to and they looked at me confused. "You do know what happen-" The scruffy old man started but I stopped him.

"Yes, I do. I'm their daughter. Just go. Please." I said. With that he nodded his head and drove on.

We reached my old house about 45 minutes later. I swear cab drivers take the longest routes. I paid him the money and thanked him. The outside has changed any at all. Except for some potted flowers that were wilted on the bottom on the stairs. It was a two story home that had no yard and was connected by a bunch of identical looking homes. It was red brick with white window sills and shutters. It was simple yet very nice.

I walked up the concrete steps to the front door. When I tried to turn the nob it was locked. Lucky for me, the secret key was still in the flower pot of that wilted flower. I unlocked the door and walked in. I switched on the living room light since it was right there when you walk in. The place hadn't changed at all. The funuriture was still placed how it was and the walls were still their deep maroon color. The woods floors were still shiney like they have just been cleaned. All our old family photos were still hung up even though they were a bit dusty.

I sat my luggage by the door and threw my purse on the table that was against the wall. I walked around the house just embracing the feeling of being back in New York in my old house. I walked into the kitchen. It still had the same old marble counter tops and stainless steel apliances. I traced my hand over the counter top and felt a smile creep on my face. This will definently be the best place to get my head striaght.

After I was done exploring, I went to the upstairs bathroom, which I used all to myself when I lived here. I was surprised to fine that the electricity and water hasn't been shut off. Maybe someone was taking care of it? I don't know. I ran back downstairs real fast and grabbed my suitcase. I ran back upstairs and threw it on the bed in my old bedroom. It still hasn't changed at all. I had my purple walls lined with posters of the Britain flag and photos of me and all my friends. I loved my room.

I grabbed a change of clothes and went back to the bathroom. I jumped in a quick shower to freshen up. After, I put on a silk tank and shorts, I wrapped my hair in my towel not caring what I look like. I don't have anyone to impress. My stomach grummbled and I was in the mood for pizza. I remember the best pizza place here in NYC. I grabbed my phone out of my purse. Once I turned it on and unlocked it, I had so much stuff from Bailey and everyone else. Except Lou, of course. I will call them back some other time. I ordered piece and said they'd be here in 20 minutes. Great. Now I'm lonely. I didn't really think this through. 

I decided to unpack some of my stuff. I went back upstairs to my bedroom and opened the dresser drawers. I picked up a whole wad of clothes from my suitcase and threw them on the floor. I didn't have time to fold them because I was in a rush to get out of London. I sighed knowing I will have to fold all of these clothes. I started with a pair of jeans but when I picked them up, something dropped to the floor. It was something shiney. I picked it up and examined it. It was a diamond braclet. My diamond braclet. The one Harry gave me for my birthday. I turned it over and sure enough, there was the incription on it.

I felt a pain in my stomach. And now in my chest. I starred down at the braclet I was holding. I missed Harry, like a lot. A part of me wanted to get back on a plane and go be with him right this second, but then I remember the kiss Lou and I shared before he left. That oh so perfect kiss that left me speechless.

"You left London to forget about those boys. Why are you thinking about them?" I yelled outloud to myself. "You just need to pick one." I said agian. Now I was talking to myself, great. I'm going to get thrown in a crazy home for sure.

The doorbell rang pulled me out of my crazy thoughts. Wow, they were a lot faster than I expected. I hurried downstairs with the braclet still in my hand and a towel wrapped around my hair. I answered the door only to be greeted by the pizza deliever man...well boy. He was rather young. Probably around my age.

"Hi!" I cheered. He looked up from his box.

"Kaylee!?" He yelled and he was a bit surprised.

At first I was confused. But then I really got a look at him and then I remember. He was my best guy friend when I lived here and went to school. "Daniel?!" I recalled his name.

"Oh my god! Hey!" He said walking inside and placing the pizza down on the table. He wrapped me in a great big hug. "I can't believe it's you! You have to tell me how you've been!" He cheered.

"Oh but don't you have to get back to work?" I asked him.

"Oh they wont miss me." He said and smiled.

"Well, okay! I could really use some company" I shut the door and handed him the money for the pizza.

"Oh look at that purrty thing!" He took the braclet I was holding out of my hand when I handed him the money.

"Oh..Thats uhm.. " I trailed off.

"What does H stand for?" He was reading the back. "Oh my! That is my favorite One Direction song! Who ever this is has got to be my soulmate." Oh yeah, forgot to mention. Daniel is gay.

I laughed. "Well, sorry Daniel. He's off limints." I said and took the braclet back.

"Ohhhh, does this Mr. H belong to you?" He cooed and winked at me.

"Ehh, it's complicated...." I trailed off towards the end.

"Come on, let's talk about it." He said and pulled me towards the couch. "Match maker at your service."

I laughed. He never failed to crack me up. "Well, his name is Harry. And we're fine and everything but I may sorta like his best friend too..." Daniel looked at my funny but gestered for me to continue. So, I told him everything that happened. From Harry and I's first kiss to the last kiss Lou and I shared when I got to America. He was in shock by the end of the story.

"Wait...you mean THE Harry Styles and THE Louis Tomlinson?!" He questioned. I didn't realize how much he loved that band.

"Uhm...yeah..." I said and starred at the ground.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be here in America but sortin' out your differences over there in London. Kaylee, I have known you since the day you moved here and I knew you were always afraid of your problems but this is extreame. You can't run from something like this." He lectured me.

"I know..." I said softly. I opened up my hand which revealed the diamond braclet. I starred at it for a little while. I should be figuring out what I want instead of running away. I just hurt everybody I carred about. Bailey especially. I didn't even tell her where I was going and all she wanted to do was be there for me. I feel bad now.

But I couldn't go back there until I've made up my mind. But I didn't want to make a fool out of myself either. Okay, let's see, first there's Harry. He's charming, cheeky, and very romantic. He's any girl's dream.

Then you have Louis. He's funny, great looking, and he knows how to treat a girl. He was my first love. He make's me happy but Harry does too. I can't help but love them both. I groaned and looked back at Daniel who was obviously interested in what was going on inside my head.

"I don't know, Daniel." I sighed and leaned back on the couch. He leaned back with me and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Answer this question, where do you see yourself in five years.?" He asked me.

Where was he going with this? "Uhh... having a good job going, being able to live my dream to the fullest and being happy most of all."

"Okay, now think of this. Who do you want to share that dream with? Who do you think will support you in the long run?"

That's a good question. I looked at him confused for a moment but he just raised his eyebrows up. Who would support me? I did have dream, I only told one person this, but I really wanted to become a writer. I wrote stories all the time. Especially, short little stories in my journal at night. I didn't have anytime to write when I moved to London becauase of all the boy drama that has went on. There was one person who supported me through that and they were the only person I told and have actually read some of my stories.

I looked down at the bracelet that I have not let go since I found it and slowly started nodded my head. I sighed and looked at Daniel. He had a smile on his face.

"I need to get to London." I told him and he just laughed.

"You can leave in the morning! You look exhausted. I'll buy the ticket and drive you in the morning." He said pulling me off the couch and pushing me towards the stairs.

"Thanks, Daniel. You helped a lot." I said at the bottom of the stairs. He just smiled and waved.

I ran up the stairs and hurried up and threw my hair into a messy bun. Sure enough, I was exhausted and as soon as I heard the front door close, I was out.

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