Truly, Madly, Deeply.

Jayna Coleman met her true love- Over Skype? Jayna was a two-faced girl looking for love. But when she accidentally types in the wrong Skype name, and she writes to Louis Tomlinson, her world turns upside-down. Could world famous teenage heartthrob love this pretty, preppy, sweet, yet small town insecure girl? Who knew miracles could actually happen? Can Louis love Jayna's dark side?


21. Anger

I wiped my eyes and attempted to get out of Louis' hold on me. He did not budge. "Louis, let me go." Louis looked down at me, frowned, and let go. I sighed, wiped my eyes once more, then climbed out of the car with my purse and the keys. I jogged up the three step to my porch, then stepped inside, closing the door behind me and putting my purse and keys on the little table on the foyer. I ran up the steps, and quickly walked down the hallway, passing Brody's, and my parents' rooms. Parents. Mom! I had totally forgotten about her! I decided I would call her soon. As for dad, he was away on a business trip, and had messaged me on Facebook that he had forgotten his phone, but I could still Skype him on his laptop, which is what I intend to do.- later, of course.

I collapsed onto my bed, groaning into my pillow. I curled into a ball, and gripped one of my few stuffed animals tightly. Then I pulled the blankets that hung around my ankles up my body and over my waist. I was feeling overwhelmed, and did not want to speak to anyone or do anything. I heard a quiet knock at my open door. "Boo?" Louis' voice rang. I groaned into my pillow. "Can I come in?" I shrugged, not looking up.

I felt the bed sink beside me. I flipped my head over so I was facing him. "Hey," I said. "Hey," Looked smiled, pushing a bit of my hair out of my face. I smiled too. "I'm sorry about what happened Jayna. I should've thought. I had no idea about your cluastraphobia and I just-" Louis sighed, twirling my hair in his fingers. "I'm sorry."

"Louis, its not your fault, I should've-" Louis cut me off. "Yes, it is! We should've waited out the paparazzi! God, I'm such a frickin' idiot!" Louis released my hair and sat up, elbows on his knees, head resting on his hands. I softly sat up and touched his back. "Lou, its really not that big of a-"

"YES IT FUCKING IS, JAYNA! YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN HURT. SO YEAH, ITS A BIG HELL OF A DEAL!" Louis busted out, turning to face me. I recoiled my hand, drawing it to my chest. I looked down, and thought about my Pros and Cons. Anger issue: huge con. I felt afraid. I don't want to be scared of him. He could be my future boyfriend. I couldn't be afraid of him. That didn't stop me from being scared, though.

Louis' hand caressed my hand, and I found myself jumping away from his touch. "Jayna, I-" I cut him off by once again recoiling from his reach; standing up. "Babe, I didn't mean-" I interrupted him. "I'm afraid of you." It was barely a whisper. Louis tried to gain his voice, yet when he spoke, it cracked. "Jayna, I-I'm sorry. I di-didn't mean to scare you. P-please. I'm sorry," Louis pleaded, taking a few careful steps towards me, checking my reaction. I succumbed to him and fell into his arms.

"'M sorry, boo," Louis whispered into my hair.

"I think I love you."




Sorry it took so long. Got grounded again. Plus nineties shows are distracting me at the moment. Ok. bye.



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