Summer Love ~ L.P.
Chapter 11
Harry’s POV
That night after the show, I texted Layla as promised. I sent her the following text.
Goodnight, beautiful. Wish you were in my arms right now.
Or at least I thought I’d sent it to Layla. Liam woke me up the next morning and asked, “Is there something you need to talk to me about, mate?”
“What are you talking about, Liam?” I asked.
“You sent me a goodnight text calling me beautiful and saying you wished I was in your arms.”
Then it clicked that I might’ve sent it to Liam instead! “Oh, shit! I thought I’d sent that to Layla! I’m not gay, I swear!”
Liam laughed. “Okay, I believe you.”
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Jessalyn’s POV
When I woke up the next morning, I texted Liam, saying:
Good morning! How’s my handsome famous boyfriend?
I’m good. We had another sold-out show last night. How’s my beautiful pregnant girlfriend?
You won’t think I’m beautiful when my belly gets bigger. I’ll look like a whale!!
Rubbish! I’ll ALWAYS think you’re beautiful. By the way, I got the strangest text from Harry last night. He said…
…goodnight to me, called me beautiful, and said he wished I was in his arms.
*giggles* Did he mean to send that to Layla?
Yes, he did.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” I called.
Daddy came in, saw me with my phone, and said, “Who are you texting? It’s not Leo, is it?”
“Daddy, I told you, it’s LIAM! And yes, I am texting him. You’re gonna have to get used to us talking to each other, because we’re boyfriend/girlfriend.”
Daddy grunted and left the room.
“Hey, at least he’s better than Aaron!” I shouted after him.
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A MONTH LATER
Louis’ POV
I’ve “broken up” with Caitlyn because she said she couldn’t take this long-distance relationship, but we’re still good mates.
In the middle of September, we ended up in Seattle, Washington, ready to play at Seahawks Stadium. (A/N: I’m just making this up lln) It’s right by the Space Needle, so the lads and I were sure to tour it and get pictures. We even stopped for a bite to eat there.
“Good evening. I’m Sarah, and I’m your—oh, my God, One Direction!” the brunette who was waiting on us said.
“Hello, Sarah,” I said, flirting with Sarah. “I’m Louis.”
Sarah giggled. “Are you flirting with me?”
“Maybe…so, are you coming to the show tonight?”
“No, I’m working all night. I just started my shift.”
“Get me your manager. I wanna talk him into letting you off early so you can come.”
Sarah left and came back with a man in tow.
“Is there a problem, boys?” the manager asked.
“Yeah, you made your employee work here all night, even though she wants to go to our show tonight,” I said.
“Yes, I did. She needs the money, sir.”
“I understand that, but can’t you let her off just this once?”
“Yeah, please???” Sarah asked.
The manager sighed. “I suppose. But you’re working overtime tomorrow.”
Sarah screamed. “Thank you so much!”