Loved You First

"Was it possible that all the signs, I had convinced myself were just my imagination, actually were real?

I just couldn't help but wonder how long she'd had feelings for him, even if they were subconcious.
I was sure that I loved her first, but at this point I actually didn't know who she loved first."

A few slightly sexual references (not smut, I don't do that)
A few slightly violent scenes
Use of strong language at times
SELF-HARM references in a couple of chapters


68. 'Skye's Plan'


Hey guys!! So abt the updating.. sry I'm not able to give you a specific day anymore but the updates will be between sat-tuesdays :)

this chap is kind of a filler, sorry but it's been a busy week!!

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xoxo, M. ;)

Chapter 60

"Skye's Plan"

Skye's P.O.V.

Something was wrong. I knew it the second I walked through the door, coming home from work. Louis and Mag were sitting at the couch, staring at the tv, but not really watching and I could just sense it. I wondered if it had something to do with the fact that Calum had brought Jenna by rehearsals, according to Stacey. I did not like the sound of that at all, especially because I knew Calum and Jenna well enough to know they were probably up to something.

"Hey guys... um... what's up?" I asked casually as I walked over to them, and they barely acknowledged my presence.

"Nothing... watching tv." Mag replied, without even looking at me.

What had happened here?

"So, Louis are you going to the gig tomorrow?" I tried my luck with the boy instead.

"Yeah... Leaving the next day."

Okay... I had to figure out what was going on.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" I asked Louis, knowing that he was alot easier to break down. Well it was easy for me.

He looked at me confused, but gave me a slight nod and followed me to my room.

"Now... spill!" I demanded, as soon as I had closed the door.

"Spill? What do you mean?"

I crossed my arms, scoffing at him,

"Oh, you know what! What's up with mr. and mrs. Glum? That's so not like you and Mag!"

I was using my harsh voice on him, not because I was actually upset, but because I knew it actually scared him sometimes. I never really understood why though. I mean, I knew why Harry was scared of me: He was a sensitive boy and the boyfriend of my younger cousin, so he was damn right to be scared! Zayn and Niall were never scared of me, but I would usually leave them alone just like Louis.

I guess he was just a bit of a whimp, which was weird because Liam had told me about his rage and anger issues, so it didn't really make sense... I snapped out of my thoughts, remembering his presence and looked at him impatiently for an answer.

"Okay... Mag and I had an argument... again."

"Again?" I raised my eyebrow at him, letting out a sigh.

Louis stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor and nodded,

"But it was just a small one... stupid really."

"Did it possibly involve someone named Jenna?" I asked, hoping my suspicions were wrong, but the look he gave me proved that I was right,

"Actually yeah it did, how did you know?"

"Well Stacey told me Jenna was at rehearsals and... I've known Jenna for a long time now. What exactly did you argue about?"

"Well at rehearsals Jenna and I got to talking, but Mag thought I was flirting with her... She was totally pissed off when we got back, but I wasn't flirting at all like why would I even do that?"

"Did Jenna flirt with you?" I asked him, even though there was really no need.

"According to Mag, she was "all over me and I certainly didn't mind", but I wasn't picking up any flirt vibe!"

Louis used air quotes, and I could just picture Mag standing there scolding him. She had potential of being a good scolder, but she always gave in too quickly and went from harsh to soft too quickly.

"But she eventually realised that she had just been overreacting, and that there is nothing to worry about." Louis added.

Nothing to worry about? With Jenna, that was not likely.

"But then why were you both sitting there like zombies if the problem is solved?" I asked, making Louis stare into the distance, with a weird painful expression in his eyes.

"I think Mag is starting to feel that our relationship is doomed before it even starts."

"Why?" I asked, although I once again knew the answer. Insecurity was another one of Mag's problems.

"We're both so jealous and the thing that really gets me is that when we were friends we practically never argued... But ever since we decided to try to give it a chance and just take it slow, we've had more complications than in the last 6 months. I think that she's starting to feel we would be better as just friends."

I took a look at the young boy in front of me. Well technically, I couldn't quite call him "young boy", as he was only a few months younger than me. He was older than my boyfriend for Christ's sake!

"Louis... The relationship is only doomed, if you let it be."

He looked at me confused, so I continued,

"No matter what Mag says or feels, or no matter what problems you have, if you're meant to be then you will be together."

He avoided my gaze, staring at the floor and I eyes him curiously,

"You do still believe that you two are meant to be, right?"

"Of course!" He replied a little too quickly, "But just because I believe it, doesn't mean that it's right."

I sighed and sat next to him on the bed, forcing him to look at me,

"The fact that you're saying it might not be right, proves that you don't truly believe it. So ask yourself, who is more in doubt, Mag... or you?"


Louis' P.O.V.

I was in a foul mood when I woke up on Skye's couch. A mixture of the uncomfortable cushions and the fact that I had spent all night thrashing around, unable to fall asleep. I just couldn't cope with what Skye had told me last night, about me being in doubt of Mag and I. I was the one who was so sure of us. Mag was in doubt, not me. Because if both Mag and I were having doubts, then where did that leave us?

I considered skipping the gig and leaving today instead of the next day, but I really wanted to see her live up there on that stage, and besides I still didn't trust Calum one bit.


Skye had a rare day off, which I actually was rather thankful about, since the tension had been awful since last night.

The three of us were sitting in the livingroom, watching some cooking show, when Skye turned off the TV and turned to Mag and I.

"What did you do that for?" Mag asked, clearly annoyed that she didn't get to see the ready made food. She had told me once, that she loved watching those programs because she just loved seeing all that food.

"I have decided to put it upon myself to help you two solve your problems." Skye replied, making Mag and I exchange doubtful looks.

"Thanks, but no thanks," I said trying to grab the remote, "we are perfectly capable of solving this ourselves!"

"No you're not!" Skye snapped, standing up and staring us down,

"You two always end up arguing and then re-thinking whatever you have going on instead of figuring out how to solve it!"

That was actually exactly what Mag had said last night. That we had to figure out how to make it through this. Since neither Mag or I said anything Skye continued,

"So I have come up with a plan... well it's more of a test actually."

"A test? But I stopped school over three years ago!" I protested jokingly, and of course Skye glared at me, before going back to her plan,

"Listen you have to deal with your trust and your jealousy. You both have to prove to each other that you trust each other and won't blow up in jealousy all the time because, let's face it... Louis is wanted by millions of girls, and probably a couple thousand guys, who will always be up in his face all the time, and Mag... well you're hot so yeah you know... Also you're in a band now, which means more guys will notice you,"

"Is this going anywhere?" I interrupted Skye, not at all in the mood to hear about guys "noticing" Mag.

"That is exactly what I am talking about!" Skye exclaimed pointing at me, making me widen my eyes,

"Just the thought of those guys make you jealous... What I'm saying is that you will both always be wanted by other people, and that's why you have to learn to just ignore the others, because you have nothing to worry about. Neither of you wants to be with anyone else."

"So what's the plan?" Mag asked, obviously more into this than me.

"Tonight at the gig, I want you two to stay away from each other. It's fine when we're all sitting together, but you two have to learn to leave each other alone, and not worry about what the other is doing. Therefore I want Mag to spend most of the time with Calum and Louis... with Jenna."

"No way!"

"No, nope, nuh-uh not gonna happen!"

Mag and I both protested, but Skye looked indifferent, as if she had expected this.

"I'm not going to leave Mag with that guitar-playing, tanktop-wearing jerk!"

"And I'm not leaving Louis with that little sneaky she-devil!"

"Oh come on, Jenna is really nice and not sneaky!" I told Mag and she fired back,

"Well Calum is not a jerk, he's actually a good guy!"

Before we took this discussion any further, Skye stopped us,

"Guys, listen to me! First of all, you're both right. Calum is a lady's man and Jenna is kind of a man-eater, and they are both very smooth and very good at what they do which is why I have chosen them!"

Skye smiled enthusiastically despite our scowling.

"That doesn't make any sense!" Mag said through clenced teeth, though Skye didn't crack one bit,

"Yes it does! See, it doesn't matter how Calum and Jenna are, because you two care about each other and won't go off with anyone else. Louis, you have to be able to trust Mag, even if you don't trust the guy she is hanging out with and the same goes for Mag. Because you're leaving again tomorrow and if you can't stand a few hours, without being eaten up by jealousy how will you handle the next few months?!

Skye had raised her voice, and as much as I hated to admit it, she was right. This was the only way to test ourselves and find out how to handle this trust/jealousy thing. I knew she would be around Calum anyways, when I wasn't there, so I might as well practice on handling it now.

"Do they know about this?" Mag asked, "Calum and Jenna?"

"Of course not! Now I'm going to take a shower, and you guys can talk it over... We're leaving in two hours and meeting up at Calum's!" Skye waltzed over to her bedroom, leaving Mag and I to "talk it through". Whatever the hell that meant!

Mag's P.O.V.

I had a really bad feeling about tonight. The thought of Louis with Jenna made me want to puke, no matter what Skye said, or how good an idea this actually was. Stacey had warned me about Jenna; how she worked and what she was capable of, and even if I did trust Louis, he might not even notice that he was being spun into her web.

The difference between her and the millions of girls that worshipped Lou, was that those millions of girls didn't have the same access to him as Jenna did, and they probably weren't couple-breaking, love-demolishing, wrecking balls of relationships. At least not all of them. I just hoped she wasn't as good, as everyone else made her out to be.

All I could do was try my best to trust that Louis wouldn't fall for her crap... and make sure that I was dressed to kill, so that I would be the only girl on his mind.


While Louis was in the shower, and Skye was done blow-drying her hair, I asked for her assistance. I told her that I had to look better than ever, and Skye was the best-dressed person I knew, probably also with the most expensive wardrobe and knowledge about style and fashion, considering what she did for a living.

She dragged me into her room, revealing a miniature walk-in closet, that was still alot bigger than an average closet.

"Welcome to the doll house, honey!" She said with a smile, winking at me and I walked through the fabrics and colours in awe, falling in love with several pieces of clothes already.

"Okay, so since you'll be performing, that leaves out the tight dresses, but you will not be wearing pants tonight!"

"I won't?" I asked absent-mindedly, as I admired a silky emeraldgreen dress with gold laces. It was one of the most prettiest things, I had ever seen, but totally not Skye's style. She probably had it for fancy occasions.

"Mag, focus!" She snapped her finger in front of me, and I woke up from my dream of wearing that dress as I accepted a grammy.

"As I was saying," she continued, looking thoughtfully at her clothes, "You've been having a edgy rock style lately, which totally suits you but tonight... we're going glamour rock chick!"

She smiled pulling out a piece of clothing that I stared at with wide eyes.

"Skye I... I've never worn leather before!" I said, stroking the black skirt doubtfully.

"I know but look, it's pleated and has ruffles which makes it totally fem and it's wide so you can easily move around and won't look awkward on stage."

Skye could see I was still debating this in my mind, and pulled out the next item,

"and matching it with this, you will be the hottest chick there tonight!"

I held up the strapless red velour top with golden studs, and nodded in agreement. It was a perfect match.

"I know you aren't used to showing off your body so much, but you have great legs and don't worry, you'll be wearing black tights. Besides wouldn't you, for once in your life, want to be the sexiest woman that Louis has ever laid eyes on, instead of just the prettiest and most cool? Well, besides me obviously!" Skye flipped her hair over her shoulder, making me laugh, and I agreed to the outfit without too much thought.

A little spontanity never killed anyone, and it would be kill to try something different and be a little sexy. Skye shoved the outfit in my arms, ordering me to pair it with black tights, and then told me to come back when I was ready for my make-up.

"But I'm still doing my own make-up..." I started, but was quickly cut off,

"Oh no you're not, darling! When I pick out your clothes, I do your hair and make-up! Now get dressed, so I can find my own outfit!"


"Wow, you look fabolous in my clothes!" Skye said, as I stepped into her room, fully dressed.

"Now, sit!" She demanded, pointing at the seat in front of her mirror.

15 minutes, and more make than I had worn in years, later I finally took a look at myself. I hadn't done smokey eyes for several months, but I made an exception for tonight and had let Skye work her magic. Luckily she left my skin foundation-free as usual, with just a little blush and kept my lips pinkish/neutral.

"I have to admit," I said studying my eyeshadow, "I was a bit against doing the full eye-makeup thing, I mean that is so 16-year old me, but you did a good job! And I can get used to the pinkish lips. At least it's not a full colour or sparkly!"

I really wasn't much for having anything but lipbalm or clear gloss on my lips, but like I said, tonight was an exception for many things. Here I was dressed in a leatherskirt, wearing full eye-makeup with pinkish lips! That was a pretty big exception for me.

"Okay, time for hair!" Skye said clapping her hands together and spun me around to face her again.

After I refused to let her use a straightener, curler or any sort of product in my hair, except a little fixing spray, Skye ended up making a loose braid to one side. That way I could always just pull it out if it got too messy.

Skye told me to get my boots and jacket and make sure Louis was ready, while she finished her make-up.

I found Louis in the kitchen, eating leftover pasta from our early dinner, and I was pleased to see his reaction when I walked through the door. His eyes widened, as his fork dropped to the floor, and I was sure that I had nothing to worry about tonight.


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