Promises *A Niall Horan Love Story*

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  • Published: 6 Nov 2012
  • Updated: 29 Apr 2013
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Jamie Sullivan has always been a daddy's girl. He promised her he loved her. He promised her he'd never hurt her. But promises are meant to be broken. Unable to tolerate the abuse anymore, she runs away...and meets a certain blue-eyed, blonde boy and his bandmates.

Note: A Spanish version will be available at
Thank wildxfree for her effort in translating this movella! Much love :)

Sequel entitled Riding A Rollercoaster is available at

Third installment entitled Where We Are is available at


22. Agree to Disagree

*Jamie's P.O.V*

Alright. Frankly, I was a tad cheesed off. But I promised myself I would act rationally and control my emotions. I opened the door slightly, peeking through the small crack. Nope. No Niall. I tip-toed out, my stomach grumbling. To the kitchen. I met Mira along the way and she nearly gave me away-but I managed to guide her to my room, where she would be sleeping tonight. I heard Niall talking to someone on the phone. I wonder who it is. Anyway, I turn back around and nearly jump out of my skin when I see Zayn eating a bowl of cereal. He looks up at me.

''He-'' he attempts to greet me but I quickly put a finger to my lips to signal for him to keep quiet. I didn't want Niall hearing me because then he'd want to talk and discuss what happened earlier and I REALLY did not feel like confronting him at the moment.

''I thought you went home with the boys?'' I whispered as I grabbed myself a bowl of cheerios. I didn't particularly like this cereal but I was too distracted to be bothered.

''Nah. I've already packed my bags,'' he replies softly, grinning proudly. It surprised me how organised he was despite being the laziest one out of the band. ''Wait. Why are we whispering?'' he asked, confused. He took another spoon of cereal, munching loudly. I rolled my eyes but smiled nonetheless. I grabbed my bowl and stood up, gesturing for him to follow me into my room. He nodded in understanding.

''So, what's up? Why aren't you with Niall?'' Zayn asked, plopping down on my bed, holding his bowl of cereal, as I closed the door quietly behind me. I didn't answer him. ''Something happened,'' he said, as if realising it himself. I nodded glumly, stroking Mira's body as she came to sit beside me on the floor. ''Well, do you want to talk about it?'' he asked in his Bradford accent. Again, I didn't answer. ''Look, you helped me with the 'hate messages' so let me help YOU this time.''
I set my bowl of cereal that I had finished to the side and got on the bed, sliding under the covers. He turned his body to face me. ''Are you mad at him?''

I thought for a while. To be honest, I wasn't mad at him. I was...''disappointed,'' I answered, just realising it.

''Did he cheat on you?'' Zayn asked. I detected a hint of worry in his voice.

''Not really. It was just a kiss,'' I told him truthfully. ''But it still hurt.'' He nodded in understanding.

''Do you him?''

I hesitated. ''I guess,'' I answered, uncertain.

''I guess? You don't NOT love him, do you?'' he asked, his eyebrows arched.

I groaned,pulling the covers over my head. ''Well, I don't know what I feel for him right now.''

''Alright. So we both agree to disagree that you don't still have feelings for the Irish boy, correct?'' He 'hmm'ed. I pulled the covers down.

''Stop it with your riddles, Malik,'' I warned.''What is it?''

''Nothing,'' he answered, grinning playfully. I sat up and he scooted closer until our arms touched. He let me rest my head on his shoulders.

''What should I do?'' I asked him, desperate for an answer.

''I don't know, to be honest. Are you still going on tour with us tomorrow?''

I bit my lip, fiddling with my fingers.

''Come on, you HAVE to go,'' he insisted.''It'd be no fun without you.''

I raised my eyebrows at him.

''Okay, okay. LESS fun,'' he corrected, chuckling. Mira licked the milk out of my bowl I had left on the floor. Zayn finished his cereal too so he got up to take my bowl and put both bowls on the table, then proceeding to lie down beside me, resting his head on his arm. We were both staring up at the ceiling. Mira had curled up in the space between us so I took the opportunity run my fingers through her soft fur. This always comforted me.

''Do you forgive him?'' Zayn asked suddenly.

''Well...yeah,'' I told him. Everyone makes mistakes, even celebrities.

''Good. You'll be fine,'' he assured me. He seemed to have dozed off because I heard soft snores. After a few minutes, I got up from my bed and pulled out my suitcase. Time to pack. I wonder if Mira could come along.

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