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 http://www.wattpad.com/story/32893373-promises-a-niall-horan-love-story-espa%C3%B1ol
Thank wildxfree for her effort in translating this movella! Much love :)

Sequel entitled Riding A Rollercoaster is available at http://www.movellas.com/story/201212290144315903-riding-a-rollercoaster-sequel-to-promises

Third installment entitled Where We Are is available at http://www.movellas.com/story/201401030131086764-where-we-are-a-niall-horan-love-storysequel-to-riding-a-rollercoaster

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11. Don't always believe what you hear

*Jamie's P.O.V*

I rolled over, half-asleep and stretched. My hand touched something warm and soft. I forced my eyes open and realised Niall was sleeping soundly beside me. He looked like a baby when he slept, his hair poking out in all directions. I glanced over at the wall clock- it was 9am. As gently and as silently as possible, I got up. I decided to get some breakfast ready. I dragged my feet to the toilet to take a quick shower. Once I was done, I put on a pair of jeans and a loose shirt, tying my hair in a messy bun. Then, I headed to the kitchen to prepare some food. Hmm...what shall I cook today? I checked in the cabinents-ooh! Pancake batter. I shall make some pancakes and...scrambled eggs. I wasn't sure if the boys were coming over so I cooked extra just in case. Hopefully, my cooking wouldn't taste that bad. I was all done in an hour and I saw Niall stir on the mattress.

''Mmm...pancakes,'' he whispered. Was he sleep-talking?

''Pancakes!'' he shouted, awake now, sitting upright. He had that just-woken-up sort of look on his face and I stifled a laugh. He jumped to his feet and ran towards me, his eyes widening at the sight of food on the table.

''Well, sit down!'' I told him as he kept staring, his mouth hanging wide open.

''Did you cook all this?'' he asked, grabbing a fork and knife.

''Yeah,'' I nodded, smiling.

''Will you marry me?'' he blurted out, grinning cheekily.

''Yes,'' I answered jokingly, sitting down beside him, grabbing a plate myself.

''I like you even more than I already did,'' he tells me, taking lots of pancakes. Luckily, I made extra, finishing the whole bag of batter.

I smiled, looking down at my plate. Then, I remembered what I had told him last night. Oh no. Wait. He wasn't treating me any different. Maybe he forgot about it?

As if he could read my mind, he brought the topic up as he took his first bite. ''Don't worry, I won't tell anyone,'' he reaffirmed, winking.

''Thank you. For listening,'' I said gratefully, pouring a cup of orange juice for him and apple juice for myself.

Just then, the door swung open.

''PANCAKES!'' Louis screamed, making both Niall and I chuckle.

''Well, do come in,'' Niall teased. The other four boys took a seat around us, grabbing their food and digging in.

''Thanks Jamie,'' they all chorused, mouths full. I just nodded and smiled, blushing. When I was done, I put my plate in the sink and started washing up. The boys gave me their plates-and I felt like their mum.

''Come on, I'll help you,'' Zayn offered, taking a cloth to dry the plates.

''Thanks,'' I said.

''Who want to go clubbing tonight?'' Harry asked excitedly, showing off the sprinkler dance move. I laughed. They all said 'yes' except for Zayn and I. We all looked at him. I didn't drink but I thought Zayn was the party type.

''I'm not feeling too well today, lads. I think i'll just stay here, with jamie, if that's alright with you?'' he asked, pleading with me.

''Of course it is,'' I agreed, bumping into his side playfully.

I knew the boys were looking at him weirdly. Perhaps something was wrong. After a while, they resumed their usual cheerfulness.

''It's Party Time!'' Niall said in a Southern accent.

''After the interview, you mean,'' Liam reminded.

They all groaned. I didn't get it. I actually enjoyed watching their interviews-you got to know more about them. Although I had to admit, some questions were pretty repetitious.

Zayn and I finished cleaning up as Niall went to get ready.

''Hey, do you want to tag a long?'' Zayn offered, checking himself in the mirror. I stopped in my tracks.

''Me? No thanks,'' I said quickly. I'm not good around cameras and I don't like seeing myself on camera either.

''Oh come on, it'll be fun,'' Harry joined in, adjusting his curls.

''Yeah. You'll make it less boring with your cuteness and funniness,'' Louis teased, making weird faces.

''Excuse me?'' I questioned, trying not to laugh. ''I'm not cute.''

''Yes you are,'' Niall corrected, coming out from his room, all dressed.

''Well, don't you look fancy, little leprechaun,'' I teased. The boys laughed.

''See, we told you you are funny,'' Liam said.

I thought about it for a while. I could visit my mum later. I didn't have anything else to do anyway.

''Fine,'' I groaned, as they all stared at me.

''Wahey!'' they all cheered, just as a big bloke came in.

''Come on boys, it's time to go,'' he boomed, standing by the door.

''Come on Jamie!'' Niall called, grabbing my hand.

''Wait wait wait!'' I called, digging my feet into the ground. ''I need to change!''

Niall turned back and looked at me. I had put on my favourite pair of green boots, other than the jeans and big shirt I was wearing with a beanie.

''You look fine,'' he said. Well, I was comfortable so I shrugged and followed behind him.

FOUR HOURS LATER...

We ended the interview and I got to stay behind camera, which was good. I enjoyed watching the boys. They would grin at me occassionally and I wondered if viewers would find that creepy. Anyway, we decided to go out for lunch, and no, we didn't eat at Nando's. Then, we went for a bit of shopping, which was when we met up with Eleanor. Zayn's girlfriend, Perrie, was in Australia because her band, Little Mix, was performing on the X Factor there. No wonder he looked all glum and sullen. I'd talk to him later at night when the others went clubbing. Eleanor is gorgeous and she's as funny as Louis so shopping, which is something I don't really like to do because of the crowd that was usually big in shopping centres, wasn't that bad. I was walking in between Niall and Zayn, while Louis had his arm wrapped around Eleanor's waist ahead of us and Liam and Harry were talking about cats and turtles.

''So, do you want to go shop at Oxford Street?'' Niall offered, mentioning the posh shopping area. I raised my eyebrows at him. I wasn't that type of girl.

''No, thanks.''

He looked back at me, studying my face. Then, he looked away.

We continued shopping a while more, till the boys said they wanted to go back to get ready. Zayn followed Niall and I back to the flat. While Niall got ready, I freshened up and Zayn watched the telly-The Ellen Degeneres show, which I also happened to like watching. I joined him, plopping down beside him.

''She should invite you guys over some day, ya know,'' I commented.

''Hmm? Yeah,'' Zayn agreed, distractedly. Something was up.

I was about to ask him about it when Niall walked out, in a shirt and jeans, with a wicked pair of red Supras.

''Nice shoes,'' I complimented, making him grin proudly.

''Tanks,'' he said, in his Irish accent.

''Are you going to enjoy a pint now?'' I teased him, mimicking his accent.

''Hey, that's pretty good, actually,'' he said. I rolled my eyes.

''Are you leaving now?'' I asked. Then, I heard a loud car honk. Followed by repeated honking in a 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' tune. Oh Louis.

''I guess I am,'' he chuckled. ''Are you sure you'll be alright with Malik here? I could stay with you, if you want,'' he offered.

''It's fine, really. Go,'' I told him. ''Enjoy yourself. Just...don't get drunk, yeah?''

He looked at me, smiling. Although his eyes didn't match his smile.

''Come on, Niallator,'' Liam hollered from outside.

''I'm coming, mate,'' Niall called back. He looked back at me and Zayn, his smile dimming a bit.

''Well, see you two later,'' he said, opening the door.

''See you,mate,'' Zayn replied, waving.

''Bye,'' I added. And then Niall left.

I heard the car drive away so that's when I turned to face Zayn.

''Okay. Spill,'' I commanded.

''What? I'm fine,'' he lied. But I could see right through him.

''Is it Perrie? Are you two okay?'' I asked, worried.

''No no, thank God, no. We're fine. She's brilliant,'' he told me, smiling crookedly. These two love birds were in love.

''Well, don't make me ask you again,'' I told him sternly, getting a little impatient. I hated seeing someone sad. I wished everyone was just happy all the time.

''Fine,'' he groaned. ''Just don't judge me,okay?''

I nodded. I never judge people. Well, I did, but only based on their actions. So far, the boys are pretty cool, except for the swearing or use of the 'f' word that I despise. I've heard it too many times before anyway. So, I usually tune out when I hear it or replace it with 'fish cake' for no apparent reason.

''It's hard to ignore hate comments when you see them almost every day, you know. Ever since I revealed that I was a Muslim, lots of people have been hating on me saying stuff like 'oh no, here comes the terrorist' or 'Zayn is trying to propagate Islam' , stuff like that. I mean, I'm not a practising Muslim because I drink and I'm not exactly a virgin, neither do I pray five times a day but still, it hurts, ya know? But then there are some really sweet fans who have my back, and i'm grateful for that. It's just that I wish people would just accept me for who I am, and not care about my religion or whatever, you know?''

I nodded. He buried his head in his hands.

Zayn was a sensitive guy, who was covered by his 'bad boy' image and tattoes.

''Look, I don't really know what Islam and being a Muslim is all about. Neither do I know what being rich and famous or being adored by millions feels like.'' I paused. ''But I do know what hate feels like. It sucks,'' I stated, making him laugh healf-heartedly.
''Thing is, I know that you're much stronger than you seem. Don't let those idiots get to you. They don't know who you really are on the inside. And that's what matters most. I know for a fact that Zayn Javadd Malik is a wise and thoughtful dude who doesn't look too bad either,'' I said teasingly, nudging his arm playfully.''Whatever you're going through, the boys and I will be here for you, no matter what, even if you tell us....you're gay,'' I teased.

''Not funny,'' he spat. I raised my hands up, backing off.

''I was kidding,'' I said. He rolled his eyes. ''Anyway, you've got loads of people who love you for you. Don't forget that,'' I told him, getting up to stretch. ''Those fools may be jealous of what you've accomplished with your amazing talent. So all i'm saying is, don't listen to everything you hear, pretty boy,'' I told him, winking. I walked to my bedroom door. ''Goodnight, Malik.''
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