Perfect Two (Louis Tomlinson fanfic)

Chapter 35

Jasmine’s POV

I sat on my bed, guitar in hand, trying out some more chords for the song, Tell Me a Lie that I’d started writing a while ago. The rough strings were starting to make dents in my soft skin. For some reason I had always had very soft hands. It felt good going back to my songwriting. I had been spending so much time with Niall and Louis, helping them with The X Factor, and then dealing with all the drama that entailed after X Factor auditions, that I hadn’t really had much time to myself. Songwriting was like my version of a diary. I wrote what I was feeling and it really helped to get it out. 

Tell Me a Lie was actually coming along nicely. I pretty much had it finished. I had originally been writing it for Niall when he found out about Ivy, and it was easy to write because I could relate to it with my own experiences. But now he was in a band, maybe I could write it for them. Probably not. They wouldn’t want me writing for them. 

I carefully put my guitar down, sighing at the pink nail varnish stain which ran all along the fingerboard from when Niall had spilt it. Goodness knows what he was doing with my nail varnish anyway. Strange boy. I examined the dents the strings had left in the fingers of my left hand, running my other hand over them. I sighed, thinking about the events of my recent life. Meeting Louis; The X Factor; almost breaking up; making up; Louis joining a band. Wow. A lot had happened. No wonder I felt exhausted. 

The ring of the doorbell stirred me from my deep thoughts. I stayed put, ignoring it until I realised that nobody else was in, so I was the only one who could answer. Rather reluctantly I peeled myself from the Jasmine shaped mold I had made on my bed, and made my way downstairs to see who on earth could be disturbing the ‘me’ time I was enjoying. 

I opened the door and stared at the face looking back at me, quickly slamming the door again. 

“Hey Jas please let me in!” the voice called from the other side of the door.

“I will absolutely not let you in. And it’s Jasmine by the way. Only my friends call me Jas,” I growled in response. 

“But I have something very important to talk to you about,” she continued.

“Ivy, just leave me alone. Go away and get out of my life,” I replied. I didn’t want anything to do with this girl anymore. 

“Let me in and let me talk to you otherwise I’ll tell your parents about what Jake did to you. I know you never want them to find out,” she cruelly snarled through the wood of my door.

“You would never do that. You promised you’d never tell anyone,” I shakily stuttered, anguish rising in me as I realised that of course our promises meant nothing anymore. We were no longer friends. 

“Of course I wouldn’t. If you let me in that is,” she said in a bittersweet tone. 

I couldn’t let my parents find out about what happened that day, when Jake... did what he did. I had no choice but to let her in. 

Our faces met again as I swung the door open. My tired eyes met hers. I tried to look past her eyes, to try and see what she was thinking, but it was no use. She was like a wall of steel. There was no getting inside her head. 

She quickly barged past me, making her way briskly to my living room. 

“Well?” I glared at her.

“It’s about Louis,” she answered shortly.

“What about Louis?” I questioned.

“He’s not the perfect boyfriend you think he is,” she replied, looking smug. 

“And what makes you say that?” I retorted, starting to get a little defensive. 

“Oh honey, why get so defensive? You don’t think he actually loves you?” she spat maliciously. 

“H-he does love me,” I hesitantly replied starting to doubt myself already. 

“Yeah? Then explain this,” she said, placing a piece of paper into my hands. 

I stared blankly at it for what felt like an eternity, unsure of exactly what emotions were circulating through me. I sat there silently, showing absolutely no emotions whatsoever. 

“Get out,” I said, not even bothering to look at her. 

And with that, she got up and walked out of the room and out of my house, shutting the door behind her. 

I continued to sit, staring at the piece of paper, trying to take it in. I tried and tried to make sense of it, but it was no use. My eyes weren’t deceiving me. What I was looking at was real. 

I continued to sit, for what must have been at least two hours. Just sitting. I had tried to hold myself together, take it in. But I couldn’t. Within seconds I had ended up collapsing on the sofa, as if every bone in my body had just vanished and I was left with a useless mess of flesh piled on the sofa. My heart felt so broken that surely no amount of fixing could ever mend it. I knew this had been too good to be true. Jasmine never chooses the good guys. 

I eventually brought myself to pick up the phone. I knew what I had to do. Grasping the phone in my now sweaty, shaking hands I began to dial that familiar number I knew all too well.

“Hello?” I heard his voice on the other end of the line. Just hearing that voice almost made me forget everything. No. I couldn’t forget it. Remember what he’s done Jasmine. Pull yourself together. 

“Louis? How could you do this to me? How could you? I-I thought you loved m-me. I thought you cared about me,” I sobbed down the phone. “I knew this was too good to be true. We’re done. We are never getting back together,” I managed to firmly say through my shaky voice. And with that I put the phone down, not even waiting for a response. 

That was it. Louis and I were over. We were finished. I had never seen this coming. I never thought he would do something like this to me. 

I looked once more at the piece of paper before I slumped up the stairs straight to my bed and fell asleep.

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