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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3. Just visiting

The boys were stunned when I exited the room, running for the door. I needed to get out of here, quick. I didn't bother to look over my shoulder to check if there was anyone following me because I knew, eventually, they'd get tired of running and give up. I knew I was a fast runner - I had tons of practice running away from my father. I cringed at the thought of him. I couldn't go home now, not ever. I'm seventeen and homeless. What would I have to do to live? I couldn't go back to school - Dad would find me there.The streets of London were unforgivable. You could hardly predict what lied around the next corner. I'd have to fend for myself, trusting no one. I slowed down, breathing deeply, although I was proud of myself that I had managed to escape 5 boys. It was an achievement, if I could say so myself. But then, at the realisation that I was alone, had no home, no money or friends AND that my mother and sisters wouldn't be able to see me, I broke down, crumbling to the floor in pieces. What had I done to deserve this. Tears of anger, frustration and sorrow rolled down my cheeks. I gritted my teeth. Enough. I can't be weak. I have to be strong. But I couldn't live without telling my mother and sisters that I was okay. I had to visit them. I wiped my cheeks and eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie - the one Niall had given me last night. It still smelled like his cologne. I felt a pang of regret for leaving them like that but they were better without me. I was broken, damaged goods. Nobody could fix me. I pushed the thoughts out of mind, on my feet once again, channeling all the anger I had to running. I'd visit my mother first.

AT THE HOSPITAL

It was mid-afternoon when I got to the hospital. Refusing to stop for a breather, I rushed up to my mother's ward, anxious to see her condition. I hadn't seen her in two days. I was standing outisde her door now, making myself seem as happy as always, like I usually did around her. Putting on a fake smile, I pushed the door open.

''Hi, mum,'' I greeted as I scanned her condition. There were tubes sticking out from her everywhere. She was paler than usual and it looked like she was having difficulty breathing. She had cancer which was at its advanced stage - it had spread to her lungs. Only a few months or days left, the doctor said. But somehow, I prayed that God would save her. Her eyelids fluttered open, her am outstretched, beckoning for me to come towards her. I sat down by her bed, holding her cold hand in mine. I forced the tears that threatened to roll down my cheeks any minute to stay in my eyes, which required repeated blinking.

''Jamie,'' she breathed.

''Shh,'' I soothed. ''Don't speak,'' I advised her, she needed her energy.

A weak smile tugged at her small, dry, cracked lips. ''Take care of your sisters,'' she told me. She did that everytime I came. I nodded. Her hand travelled to my cheek, caressing it. ''My beautiful daughter,'' she called. I wasn't beautiful but I didn't bother to say anything.

''I love you,'' I said, kissing her forehead. She mouthed the words 'I love you too' , seeming to have lost her voice. She grimaced. She must be in pain. I rushed out to call the nurse, hoping she'd ease the pain. When the nurse rushed in, I stood at the side, watching as the nurse increased the dosage of painkillers. As she did, my mother seemed to fall into a deep sleep. I took it as my cue to leave.

I shoved my hands in my pocket, feeling hopeless. The only thing that kept me going were my sisters, which were the people whom  I was going to visit next. My aunt's house wasn't far from the hospital so I walked, reaching the house only in an hour. My sisters were eating, having their dinner. They looked..happy. That was good. They were talking about something that happened at school and I laughed at the animated gestures the little one, Quinn, was doing. Her beautiful, long blonde hair shone in the light. She looked like an angel. My other sister, Darcy, was listening intently, laughing whenever Quinn made a funny face. Her penetrating blue eyes contrasted against her hazelnut hair made her look like a dark-haired beauty. They were going to be gorgeous when they grew up. I waited, watching from outside a window. I waited until my aunt made them take a shower before reading them a bednight story. When my aunt finally left them alone, I made my move. I knocked lightly on the window. They were startled and hugged each other as they slowly made their way to the window. It was cold out, my teeth were chattering. But I'd have to get used to it. I put a finger to my lips as they approached and their eyes widened.

''Jayjay?'' Quinn called, rubbing her eyes.

''Hey, cupcake,'' I called, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. I enveloped her in a tight hug once I got in, twirling her round and round and breathing in her strawberry scent. She giggled a little but then I put her down on the bed, tucking her back in. Meanwhile, Darcy was standing, her arms crossed. I got on my knees, tucking her luxurious hair behind her ear so that I could see her eyes clearly.

''Didn't you miss me, Dar?'' I pouted. Her eyes widened and she threw her arms around my neck, nearly choking me. I chuckled, kissing the side of her hair. She on the other hand, smelled like oranges. My sisters loved fruit-scented shampoo. She put her hands on both sides of my face, squishing my cheeks.

''Why'd you leave us here?'' she whispered, pouting.

''Well, dad had a lot of stuff to do at work and I had school so we thought Auntie Gertrude would be able to take care of you better,'' I replied, my heart breaking. I lifted her from under her arms, making her squeal. My aunt was in the toilet - I could hear her singing. She couldn't hear us. I tucked Darcy in too, kissing her forehead and pulling the covers up to her chin. Then, I sat at the foot of their bed.

''Now, girls. I won't be able to see you every day because I'll be busy at school and taking care of Mom, okay?'' I lied. I didn't have to tell them that I was running away.''I need you both to be good girls for mum and me. Can you do that?'' They nodded furiously. The water had stopped running from the toilet. I had to leave. ''Good,'' I smiled. ''I have to go now. Don't tell Auntie Gertrude about this, okay? It's our little secret. Promise me,'' I pleaded. ''Pinky promise,'' I reinforced, offering my pinky. We did the pinky promise, then I kissed both their cheeks and gave them a huge hug before I climbed out the window.

I walked further away, sneaking one last glance. I was going to miss those two. It was 9 at night and I was starving. I had no money. I kept my head bent down, until I heard a shuffle from behind a tree. I ignored it, forcing my legs to move faster. But then he stepped into clear view, emerging from behind the tree. Had he followed me here? I tried running but he managed to grab my wrist. He spun me around to face him.

''Jamie.''

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