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?


20. I'm Sorry, Boo.

No, no, no, no, no.

So what if there are more pro's than con's? I mean, come on! Does it matter? I'm sure that he would get over the babying if we got in a real relationship. And his friends! So what if we didn't end up liking each other? I mean, who cares?!

But the fans! Oh, they're terrible! I don't know if I could handle that. And the paparazzi. I was scared of crowds. I am claustrophobic.

So really, there were only two Con's! I guess now it was okay. I really should date Loui- "Babe, get out of your daydream! The movie is over!" Louis giggled, shaking my shoulders. "Oh, um, sorry. Let's go!"

Louis and I linked our hands together as we made our way out of the theatre. But as we exited the Rave Motion Pictures Cinema, we stopped short. There was a mass of paparazzi waiting outside. I stumbled back a bit, letting go of Louis' hand. "Er, Jayna, c'mon, we can make it through." Louis said, holding my hand once again.

I snatched it away. "No, Lou, you don't understand.. I can't," I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. "What? Nah, babe, it is really no biggie. I'll hold your hand the entire time. Plus, they probably won't get a good shot of you. Nobody will recognize ya!"

I stepped back again. "No Louis, you really don't understand! Louis, I-..... I'm claustrophobic ."

"Jayna, it's okay. I'll be by your side the entire time. Please babe. I'll take care of you," Louis said, whispering the last sentence. I took a big breath, then nodded. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and we stepped outside.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath. The flashes were bright and the shouts deafening loud.

"Louis! Louis! Why are you in Alabama?"

"Who's the mystery girl?"

"Are you using her just to get over Eleanor?" Louis' arm tightened around my waist, and I could see the anger bubbling inside of him.

"Were you cheating on her with Eleanor?" Louis stopped short, clenching his eyes shut.

"Who is this slut?" That shout was directed from a man with a camera right next to him. Louis let go of me, and lunged himself on the man, attacking him.

"Louis, stop!" I shouted, though he didn't listen. He kept throwing punches and wouldn't stop. I began to cry, and nearly sob as he beat the man. The paparazzi closed around me, badgering me with questions and shutting off my view of Louis. "Louis!" I screamed. "Lou! HELP ME! Please!" I cried. I ignored the questions and everything became blurry, fast. I spun around everyway, trying to find him.

It was the one scream that eroded out of my mouth that snapped Louis out of his trance. I just screamed. It wasn't a word, just a cry for help. He shoved people out of the way shouting, "MOVE! I NEED TO GET TO HER! GET THE BLOODY HELL AWAY FROM HER!" I sobbed as he picked me up, my arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, wetting it with my tears.

He sprinted to my car, and took the keys out of my back pocket, unlocking the doors and putting me in the passenger seat, and jumping in his seat. He pulled out of the lot, and drove very quickly to my house, which was only a mere six miles away, in downtown Birmingham. When we finally made it to my house, Louis reached over the seat, and held me close to him.




"I'm sorry, Boo."

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