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?


6. CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater

"Yes, is this Miss Jayna Coleman? Ashlynn Coleman's daughter?" It was a strict-sounding female voice. "Y-yes," I stuttered. "We must ask you to come to the hospital immeadiatly. Your mother has some bad things to inform you." "Yes, m-ma'am," I replied. The nurse gave me the deatails of which hospital she was at, and which room. I rushed out to my dad's car, knowing he was home. I didn't have my complete driver's license, but fuck this.

I rushed to the hospital in tears, reaching her room. "Mom," I gasped. She was pale. Her glowing tan skin wasn't normal. Grey hairs peaked at her scalp. Her skin sagged. Her sparkling blue eys had lost their shine. "Mum, what's wrong? What's going on?" I cried. She was hooked up to some sort of machiene. "I have.... Jane, I have breast cancer."

A sob escaped my mouth, as I held onto my mother's hand. Mum explained everything to me. When she was younger, she had played with that stuff in the inside of a thermometer, and it gave her the cancer. Plus, she had the worst and rarest breast cancer; IBC. She made a joke about the IBC rootbeer stuff, but I didn't laugh. She told me that to get the best chemo treatment, she'd have to go to The Cancer Treatment Center of America, in Chicago. She'd be in a whole another state for weeks at a time. I left her quickly. I couldn't stand to see her like that. All I did when I got home was sit in my treehouse, waiting for Louis to come on Skype as I played my Skrillex CD, Scary Monsters And Nice Sprites.

Louis' P.O.V

"LOUIS TOMLINSON, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!" Eleanor screamed as I stepped in her flat. "Woah, El, I just came for my phone," I said kissing her cheek. She shoved me away. I gaped my mouth at her, confused. "What did I do...?" I asked. Eleanor slapped me across my face. I winced, but didn't make a big deal of it. I have a bad temper, so I hold it in on El. "You're cheating on me with some slut! She texted you! It says-" Eleanor picked up my phone reading from my texts with a fake girly tone," 'LOUIS! I need you right now! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE call me or Skype me to let me know if you can! I had a bad day. :( Please make me feel better. xx'. God Lou! I can't believe I trusted you!" Tears streamed down her beautiful face.

"El, who's that from?" I asked, beginning to wipe away her tears, but she squirmed away. "From some girl under the name of JaynaBear! Why'd you do this Lou? Why?"

"El, you have it all wrong. Jayna lives in Alabama! We started talking on Skype and,- wait- why'd you text that back to her Eleanor?!"

El wiped her tears away. "Because I hate you for cheating Lou!" I sighed, and grabbed her shoulders tightly, yet in a comforting way. "I love you Eleanor Calder. I have not, and never will cheat on you! Trust me," I said, kissing her lips lightly. She shook her head. "No, Lou. I can't do this. Can we just... have some time apart, yeah?" I felt the tears stream down my face. "Eleanor, I love you! Please don't-" She interuppted me. "Bye Louis William Tomlinson. I love you," She gently shoved me out of her hotel door. I really fucked up. I dragged myself to my own room, and dialed Jayna. This was all her fault.

Jayna's P.O.V

I scrambled to answer my phone, just knowing it was Lou! "Hey Louis! I'm so glad you called- I just-" He interuppted me. "Why the fuck did you have to text me?!" I was taken aback. "W-what?"

"El broke up with me because of your stupid little text! She thinks I was cheating! You think you had a bad day?! Try me!"

"Oh really, Lou? Jesse broke up with me. The Clones hate me. Jesse actually DID cheat on me! My mum has cancer! How's that for a bad day?!" I sobbed, hanging up before he could say anymore. I ran into the ensuite of my room. I picked up the razors. I hadnb't done it since middle school. The scars were there, but faded from when I had tried to.. kill  myself. I slid the razor deep against my wrist. I winced, it hurt, but I didn't care.

I cried, sobbing into my beanbag as I thought about my past. I'm such a fuck up.

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