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?


12. Rain

I answered it. "HAI BOI HAIIIII!" Harry's voice shouted through my phone. Apparently Jayna heard it, because she busted out laughing. "Hello Harry," I grunted. "How'd it go with Jayna?" He asked.

"Well it was going perfect before you INTERUPTTED US!" I shouted, causing Jayna to giggle. I gave her a weak smile. "Oh, er, sorry mate... I'll just go... love you Lou," Harry responded. "Love you too," I replied harshly, hanging up the phone.

"I though you were straight," Jayna said. I raised my eyebrows at her, and put my hands on my hips, sassily leaning to one side. I pouted. I walked off, knowing she'd trail behind me. Suddenly, she jumped on my back. "Oh, now it's on girlfriend!" I ran into the livingroom, flipping her over onto the couch. She erupted into giggles as I lightly sat on her waist.

"Say it! Say I'm straight!" I said. She shook her head side to side. "You leave me no choice," I warned, using one hand to hold both of hers  above her head, "but to TICKLE you!"

She squeals as I tickle her sides, and finnally she she screams, "OKAY, LOU! I T-TRUST YOU! Y-YOU'RE STRAIGHT!"

I smirk and sit up. "All I wanted to hear." Jayna stuck her tounge out to me. I laughed. "Hey! I want you to see my treehouse!" Jayna says excidetly, dragging me up from the couch, to her backyard where a small wooden house is perched on a tall tree. "C'mon!" She squealed, grabbing my hand as she lead me up the ladder to her treehouse.

"Wow," I chuckled as I stepped in. It looked just like how it did when she'd Skype me, except for some blankets on her two bean bags. We sit down, and she flips through her notebook, showing me all her sketches and drawings. One catches my eyes, but it's not in her book.

"Hey... what's that one up there?" I smirk, pointing to a picture tacked to her wall. Jayna began to blush. "Oh, um, that's, that's you." I smile and she goes on. "I drew it last night, when I was upset," Jayna blinked a couple of times.

"About that boo, I was just confused.. I think- I think that I really like you.." I still couldn't bring myself to say love. She was about to respond, but before she could, thunder boomed above us, causing her to bury her face in my chest, afraid. I softly stroke her hair, whispering calming things to her.

"I-I don't like it when i-it storms," she muttered. I chuckled. "That's alright beautiful, you have me," I winked. She suddenly tensed in my arms. What did I do wrong this time?

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