i promise-Jonah Marais

4 ; chance 1

Layla's pov

After the single, three letter word left my mouth, his face dropped. I set my hand on his chest, lightly, trying to calm his anger down, and said

"I'm so sorry." I looked down at my feet and began to walk away very slowly feeling as if I had just done something i will very soon regret.

I get about 20 feet away from where Jonah was standing and feel a strong, aggressive tug on my arm. I turn around to see Jonah with love and sadness in his gorgeous eyes. LAYLA STOP.

"Layla, please, just stay." he replied to my staring with his eyes getting more and more glossy.

"Jonah. I have been in love with you for years." his eyes lighten from sadness "As an entertainer." His eyes drop again. "I know what you are like with girls in real life. I don't want to get hurt."

"How would either of us get hurt?" he said wanting an answer

"I would fall for you, hard-"

"I don't see a problem with that." he said. I glared.

"Let me finish," i say with tension in my voice. "I would fall for you. You would make me feel so insanely special. I would call you at late times and you would answer singing me back to sleep, adorable pick up lines, telling everyone I'm yours in public. The fairy tale dream relationship, King and Queen. But then another girl will come along, she will be twice as pretty, skinnier,and you will make her feel the same way, forgetting about me. I would be a dream and in the morning it goes away and no matter how hard you try it wont come back. Like i never even existed.But for me you wouldn't be a dream, you would be a nightmare no matter how hard you try you can't get the thought out of your head. You wake up with tear stains from when they hurt you, in the nightmare. I have gone through too much heartbreak and pain to be treated like a toy."

"So that's what you think of me? Some douche bag who just uses girls?"

"Tell me I'm wrong." I say watching his facial expression flood with past memories of old girls. "Look Jonah, I know who you are. I'm sorry."

I look at Jonah, then look down as the last letters roll off my tongue. I take my hand off of his chest and start to walk away, tears silently rolling down my bright red cheeks. Layla. Don't cry. You are stronger than this. You don't need him.

"I'm not going to give up on you Layla." I hear Jonah yell and run towards me. I stand there waiting for him to approach wishing he would just turn around and become the Jonah i knew this morning.

I turn around and he notices that I'm crying.

"Layla please stop." He takes the pad of his thumb and wipes my tears away making me grab his wrist, which resulted in him holding my hand. It sent tingles up my arms. "Just let me treat you right, let me love you the way you are suppose to be loved. Just one chance, one date. If I ruin it you can leave. If it works out, you're mine." Jonah finishes with a smirk and a wink making me smile. I quickly shake the smile off, not wanting to send the wrong message. I knew I needed him, no matter how hard i tried to convince myself that I didn't.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to be heartbroken.

"Jonah."

"Yes Layla?"

"Can you do something for me?"

"Yes, yes, anything."

"Promise me, promise me you wont break my heart."

"I promise."