Promises *A Niall Horan Love Story*

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  • Published: 6 Nov 2012
  • Updated: 29 Apr 2013
  • Status: Complete
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.

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Sequel entitled Riding A Rollercoaster is available at

Third installment entitled Where We Are is available at


25. Chicken Fillets

*Jamie's P.O.V*

The pilot's voice crackles over the radio, telling us we can finally get off this intimidating metal bird.

"Thank you for travelling with Finnair Airlines."

"Finally," I groan, sighing with relief as I unbuckle my seatbelt. Those two hours and 10 minutes, approximately, were torture. But I guess the boys were used to it seeing they slept almost throughout the whole flight.

I was thankful that I didn't feel nauseous and regurgitate the small meal that I had on the plane-microwave-heated mac n cheese which was, by the way, delicious. And at least my claustrophobia wasn't too bad in here. Niall's ability to distract me with small talk when I was awake definitely helped. While he helped me to get my suitcase down, I seized the opportunity to wake, and hopefully annoy, the other four boys. Well, not Liam. He was too nice. I walked over to Zayn's seat which was conveniently located a few centimeters beside me. I tugged on his hair and took a deep breath, hoping it would somehow help in making me sound panicked.

"Oh my gosh! Zayn! I'm SO sorry...your hair..." I faked a guilty look on my face. And he bought it. He jumped in his seat and started touching his hair, a face stricken with fear. I shook my head, giggling.

"Gotcha," I whispered in his ear. He glared at me but I ignored him. Harry, who was sitting beside him, was a relatively heavy sleeper. Hmm...

"Hey Harry," I got behind his seat and shook his shoulder gently. He stirred a little. He refused to open his eyes. Alright then. "Look! It's Caroline Flack! What a coincidence!" And yet again, he took the bait, immediately jumping to his feet, smoothing down his clothes and running his fingers through his messy curls. He scanned the area and finally saw me, smirking. I'd read about the incidence involing 32-year-old Caroline Flack and himself. Personally, I felt that love(if it actually exists) knows no boundaries so I didn't really understand all the fuss surrounding it.

"Jamie!" he groaned, realising it was all a joke. His cheeks were flushed.

I stuck my tongue out at him. Niall had joined me by then and I didn't move away. I guess you could say I was... willing to 'hang around' him again. He gestured to Louis who was still sleeping, mumbling 'Eleanor'. He must miss his girlfriend a lot. She was wonderful. I felt guilty for doing this but... I HAd to do it.

I got down on my knees beside his seat and touched his hair - like a girlfriend would. Despite my lack of experience, it looked like it was working.

" that you love?" he whispered, his eyes still closed.

"Yes, Louis. Wake up, love," I pleaded, tracing his lower lip with my finger. He was leaning in, expecting to be met by Eleanor's lips. Instead, I flicked his forehead with my fingers, causing his eyes to roll open, blinking confusedly.

By then, I was guffawing. As were the other boys who had decided to join me. Liam was beside Louis. And while Louis was mumbling profanities that I would otherwise smack him in the head if not for the stunt I had pulled earlier, I took the initiative to wake Liam.

"Are we there yet?" Liam asked, in a sleepy voice.

"Yeah," I answered.

"How come Liam gets the nice treatment?" Louis asked, cross.

I shrugged. "Because he doesn't annoy me."

"And Niall?" Harry asked.

I hesitated for a second. "I like him."

Louis 'ooh'ed. Annoyed, I threatened to flick his ear this time and he backed away, surrendering.

I took my luggage out of Niall's hand, accidentally brushing it. There was eye contact for a split second before I walked away. I tried not to think about it too much. "Wow. Stockholm is buzzin' " Louis commented, looking around. There were so many people - I felt uncomfortable. The boys must have seen how nervous I was because they crowded around me and formed a circle. Paul and the other bodyguard escorted us into the car, literally tugging us in almost all directions. The fans were crazy. There were flashes going off everywhere, ear-splitting screams, uncontrollable sobbing, girlish squealing accompanied by continuous begging for the boys' attention. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to take control of myself. I tried to tune out all the noise. By the time we got shoved in the car, all I could hear in my ears was a high pitched ringing. My head was throbbing so I rubbed my temples, breathing deeply. On the other hand, the boys were chuckling. I glared up at them. "How do you cope with it?" I asked breathlessly. Harry did the thing with his hair that made girls squeal. Liam straightened his shirt and chuckled. "We don't," Liam stated simply. "We just...acknowledge it." I groaned. However, I was impressed at their immunity to all....that. As the car started to move to our next destination, which I think was our hotel-where I could find a room that would be perfectly quiet and just unwind-people started ambushing the car. "Oh look. Boobies," Louis said ecstatically, clapping his hands. I turned to look at the window and immediately regretted it. "Oh God," Liam groaned, shaking his head. "Oh come on mate, don't say you enjoy this a little bit," Harry chuckled. I realized Niall hasn't spoken much since the aero plane. The car finally pulled away, leaving the crowd behind us. We rode in silence the whole way and I thoroughly appreciated the silence. We pulled up at the hotel. "Fancy," I whispered, in awe as I got out of the car. This was gonna be interesting.
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