Summer Love ~ L.P.
Chapter 3
Wetumpka, Caitlyn’s POV
At lunch, I checked my phone for messages when I saw that I had a text from a foreign number. I opened it out of curiosity.
Hey, Caitlyn. Your mate gave me your number. Give me a call when you have a chance! ~Louis
I screamed so loud the whole cafeteria stopped and stared at me. “Louis Tomlinson has my number!” I squealed.
“How the fudge did that happen?!” Aubrey asked.
“Jessalyn probably gave it to him! I’m gonna call him right now!”
I called Louis and got his voicemail. I figured as much, since the guys were probably performing right now.
“Hi, Louis, this is Caitlyn! I got your text! Call me!”
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Stockholm, Jessalyn’s POV
The concert was amazing. Liam was winking at me whenever he had a chance. He even held my hand during “What Makes You Beautiful”.
After the concert, it was late, so we went back to the hotel to go to bed. While we were on the bus, I noticed I had a missed call and a voicemail. I listened to the voicemail.
Jessalyn, you fat, ugly pig, where are you?! You’re not with that fag boy band, are you? You better call me as soon as you get this!
A chill went up my spine. I knew it was from my ex-boyfriend Aaron. He’s verbally abusive to me, and he’s the reason why I cut myself. But I can’t let Liam know that.
I went to the back of the bus, grabbed one of the guys’ razors, and cut myself. I just let it bleed for a while until I heard a knock at the bathroom door.
“Don’t come in!” I said.
But they didn’t listen. Liam came in and dropped his jaw at what he saw. “Jess, do you cut?!” he said.
I sighed. “Yeah…” I muttered.
Liam grabbed my wrist and put it under cold water. “Why?”
“It’s my ex. He thinks I’m a fat, ugly pig.”
“Well, I know two things. You’re not fat, and you’re definitely not ugly.”
“Aw, Liam…”
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Louis’ POV
As soon as we got on the bus, I called Caitlyn back. She answered immediately.
“Hey, it’s Louis,” I said.
Caitlyn screamed. “Louis! I thought you’d never call me because I was just another fan!”
I laughed. “No, your mate described you to me. You sound cute.”
“Thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome, love. Would you like tickets to one of our shows? We’re coming to the States in August.”
“Oh, my God, I’d love tickets to one of your shows!”
“Brilliant! Give me your address, and I’ll send them to you.”
“Okay!” Caitlyn gave me her address.