Promises *A Niall Horan Love Story*

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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
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Sequel entitled Riding A Rollercoaster is available at

Third installment entitled Where We Are is available at


30. Did someone eat all the razors?

*Jamie's P.O.V*

"How on earth do you work this thing?" I groaned, frustrated. I've been trying to work out this Skype mechanism for a few minutes now. This was the first thing I had to do when I woke up. I was too exhausted after last night - the pizza and everything. I ended up sleeping with Niall. And to all you dirty-minded people out there, by 'sleeping', I mean resting in the same room,on the same bed as Niall. I was too lazy to change out of my clothes or take a shower. Is it strange that your morning hair looks better than it usually does? Anyway, Niall jumped on the bed beside me, smelling strongly of his cologne. He turned his laptop around to squint at the screen-I didn't have a laptop so he let me borrow his. "What's mine is yours" he said.

"I'll figure it out. Meanwhile, why don't you get up and take a shower. You're smelly," he said,scrunching his nose. I pretended to be offended-he was the one with morning breath anyway.

"Fine. I'm going to my room," I muttered angrily although there was a faint smile on my lips when he jumped up.

"Come on,love. You know I was just joking,right? I love you even if you're all smelly and disgusting. "

"Thaanks...I think."

"Here, in the meantime,you can wear my hoodie and boxers after you shower, before we leave for the interview," he offered, throwing me the clothes. I catch them,smirking.

"Thanks but...I don't just need clothes,Niall," I told him, reminding him that I was having my period and needed pads. His eyes widened and his mouth formed an 'o' as he nodded quickly, understanding what I meant.

I laugh at his obvious discomfort. "And actually, I was wondering...could I just wait for you guys at the arena? I was hoping I could get a head start on the drums with Josh," I asked. His smile faltered. " I'll listen to you boys on the radio-don't you worry."

"Alright but P-"

"No. Paul will NOT be following me because he'll be protecting you from your 'dedicated' fans," I told him sternly. The boys needed protection much more than I did.

He chuckled. "Fine. Wait, hold on!" he said as he jumped up to his feet and strode over to me, placing his hand on my back and pressing his lips to mine. "Just until I see you again," he whispers into my ear. He pulls back, grinning cheekily.

"Tease," I murmur, but blushing furiously. "Don't forget about the Skype thing. My sisters will go completely mental if I don't talk to them like I promised I would. Thanks, Niall. And I'm still going to use your clothes!" I shout,grabbing my key card off the counter and heading out of Niall's room.

I do my business pretty quickly, getting all showered and dressed within half an hour. I walk out of my room, not forgetting my key card this time, and walk towards Niall's room-which isn't that far away. And I can't stop smiling-which is quite annoying really because my cheeks are starting to ache. Every time I think about those brilliant blue eyes and that crooked smile I love, my heart leaps. It's mushy, I know. But I can't help it-I'm hopelessly and completely in love with Niall. I knock on the door once, and that seems to enough as the door immediately swings open.

"Hello. May I help you, miss?" Zayn asks innocently, pretending not to know me.

"Knock it off," I warn, although I'm smiling. "Move aside, Malik."

He grins cheekily. "Not until you give me a kiss," he pleads, tapping his cheek. I roll my eyes.

"Fine," I grumble. I kiss his cheek and he finally steps aside. "Did someone eat all the razors?" Zayn's cheek and chin is all scruffy- just like Louis.

Zayn chuckles. " Aww come on, don't tell me you don't think we look sexy," Louis teases, striking a pose that's just too funny to NOT laugh at.

I walk inside, the room smelling like all their colognes fused together-a little too strong for me. I scrunch my nose. "A little too much cologne, boys."

The boys snicker. Harry looks up from the laptop, grinning, his green eyes shining.

"Oh the whole gang's here," I say, looking around the room. I see Niall sitting on a chair, munching on a bag of crisps. Talking about food, I want some. But never mind that.

"Oh you and Niall are back together," Louis remarks, mimicking my tone. Niall puts his bag of crisps down and walks across the room towards me, grinning. He takes my hand.

The boys cheer and I smile shyly back at them. "You look beautiful," Niall whispers in my ear. "That look suits you well." He leans down peck my lips, making me blush harder, feeling dizzy.

"Ooh..." Harry teases, moving his shoulders up and down.

"Oh shut up Harold," I tell him.

"Yes Harold, shut up." Louis repeats.

"Is that you Jamie?" I hear a familiar voice coming from the laptop.

"Oh I hope you don't mind. We started Skyping with your sisters first," Harry tells me. I pull Niall with me as I run to the bed, flopping down on top of Harry and Liam-who were lying flat on their stomachs on the bed. They groan but I don't budge. Eventually, Louis and Zayn join in too, squeezing the life out of us. Although I think Harry and Liam weren't breathing by then. We end up tumbling off the bed and collapsing as a heap on the floor, laughing. It was hilarious! I pull myself up, looking at the computer screen.

"Hey Darcy! Hi Quinn!" I greet cheerfully, happy to see my sisters.

"Hi Jamie!" they chant with equal cheerfulness, clearly happy to be able to see and talk to me. Niall lies down on the bed beside me, flat on our stomachs.

"Jamie, who are these gorgeous young ladies," Niall asks in that Irish accent.

"Well,Mr.Horan," I reply, playing along,with an exaggerated English accent-more exaggerated than the one I already had - " these are my sisters, don't you remember?"

The girls giggled.

"I see where they get their good looks," he says, looking into my eyes, that crooked smile plastered on his face.

"How's Mira?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Oh she's fine. She so cute! Especially when she hops around," Quinn gushes, giggling. I miss Mira. But having Niall with me makes me feel better.

"How are YOU?" Darcy asked.

"It's been absolutely smashing," I gush, grinning.

"Jamie and Niall kissing in a tree...K-I-S-S-I," Louis chants, attempting to annoy me again. This time, he succeeds. I grab the pillow beside me and flip onto my back then, I whack Lou on the side of his face with the pillow. He ends up on the floor, groaning in pain, while the rest of us laugh.

"That's good. Don't you have homework to do?" I asked them, deliberately annoying Louis writhing in pain. A bit too much actually.

"Oh don't remind us," Darcy groans.

Right on cue, Auntie Gertrude's face pops onto the screen.

"Oh hi Auntie Gertrude," I greet, waving.

"Hi Auntie Gertrude!" The boys mimic me, waving frantically.

"Mind your own business, would you?" I mutter.

"Well alright then," Liam says, pretending to be offended. "Boys, lets go get some breakfast."

"Be careful!" I shout, as they leave.

"And..." Niall starts.

"Don't forget to get extra for Niall. We know," the four boys complete Niall's sentence together.

I turn back to the screen,smiling.

"I'm going to the toilet," Niall tells me, before he rolls off the bed, making me laugh. Again.

"Jamie dear, we need to talk about your mother's will," my aunt says, mentioning the thing I've been trying to put off. I really don't want anything from mum.


"No excuses. There's something you need to know. And it requires your presence," she tells me sternly.

"Alright alright. We'll do it when I get back," I relent, groaning. What was so important that I needed to be there.

"Good. Well, be safe and if the boy asks you to..."

"I know, Auntie Gertrude. Please, no sex talk through the Internet," I beg, looking away. Talk about awkward moments.

I hear her sigh. Darcy and Quinn pop back up. "Bye Jamie! We love you! And don't worry about Mira, we'll take good care of her," they tell me. I nod,smiling.

"I love you two munchkins too.Talk to you soon," I reply.

"That's enough now girls. Get back to your work. I want you to finish your work before lunch. I know it's a Saturday but that doesn't mean you can slack off. Go now," my aunt orders. She looks back at me. "Be safe," she tells me, smiling kindly, before logging off.

I close the laptop, putting in on the table. I lie back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. How much I longed to go back to school. Where I could learn Mathematical theories such as the Maclaurins' Series or learn about DNA Replication and transcription and translation in Biology. Others would want to run away from school but me? I actually like learning. Besides dancing. Yes, that's my hidden hobby. I enjoy just letting go and dancing.

"Hey. Whatcha thinkin about?" Niall asked, just getting out of the toilet.

"School," I tell him. He groans. Nevertheless, he jumps back on the bed, lying beside me for a while before he supports his head with his elbow, looking at me.

"Let's not talk about school right now," he pleads, his eyes shining. He had that cheeky grin.

"Well, what did you have in mind?" I asked, biting my lip. He leans in, his lips awfully close.

"I don't know. What about you?" he asks, his warm breath making me shiver.

"Oh just kiss me already you little leprechaun," I plead, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him onto me, smashing his lips to mine.


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