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?


13. That's My Boo <3

Jayna's P.O.V

Beautiful. Beautiful.

The horrid word echoed in my head.


I had been told differently so many times before. Sure, people at school used to say it. But they stopped, only because I was unpopular.

Why would Louis lie about that? I was anything but beautiful.

I suddenly felt Louis squeeze me tighter. "Jayna? What's wrong?" I turned to him. "What? Um, nothing. I'm okay Lou." I gave him a weak smile, and wrapped my arms around his torso. He smiled down at me, and leaned down to- kiss me?!

I turned my face quickly, causing him to kiss my cheek instead. Louis frowned. I stared at the ground. I slipped off his lap, onto my other bean bag chair. I picked up one of my many sketch pads, and a pencil, and began to draw.

"Whatcha' drawing?" Louis asked, scooting over next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. I giggle. "I don't even know!" Louis laughs, and takes my pencil, drawing with his right hand, left hand around my waist. "Lou, what are you doing?" I asked as he flipped to a new page.

"Drawing," he simply replied. He wasn't too good. It looked like a stick person girl. He signed his name by it, ripped it out, and handed it to me. "It's you!" He shouted, falling back onto his bean bag.

I laughed, and tacked it up on the wall next to my drawing of Louis.

I sat back down next to him, and rested my head on his shoulder. "Uhm, Jayna?" Louis asked nervously. "Y-yeah?" I stuttered. "How do you... how do you feel about me... or rather, us?" I didn't know how to respond. "I guess I... I guess I like you," I said. Louis shrugged my head off his shoulder, and turned to me, lightly grabbing my shoulders. "Like? Or love?" he asked. I stared at the ground.

"I dunno," I muttered. "I think.. love." Louis didn't say anything, which scared me that I said something wrong. I shrugged out of his grasp, climbing down the ladder. I began to cry, but if you had been looking at me, you wouldn't ne able to tell though, because of the storm.

I tried to run inside my house, but somebody held me back. I shot around. "Let me go!" I screamed at Louis, the culprit. "No! We have to settle this!" Louis hollered back. "How do you expect to-"

I was cut off. Not because he told me to shut the hell up. Not because he interuppted me.

Because he kissed me.

Louis lips molded into mine, and his arms snaked around my waist. I smiled agaist his lips. My arms reached up around his neck, my hand twirling his wet brown hair through my fingers. He pulled away after a long time, out of breath. His forehead rested agaist mine, as he stared into my eyes, and laced our fingers together.

"Jayna, I'm sorry.. and I really like you.. love you I think. Please, just forgive me," Louis said. I smiled. "I forgive you Lou. And I really, really, really like you too. Maybe love, but I'll need more time."

Louis grinned. "That's my boo. Take your time, love." We both walked inside my house, happy as ever.

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