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


9. Know Your Surroundings

*Jamie's P.O.V*

On our journey back to Niall(and mine)'s flat, the boys talked endlessly, telling me how they met and formed as a band, their pet peeves, their individual obsessions -like Louis's obsession with carrots- and how Niall has been moping about, asking about the girl he met behind the rubbish dump, at which point, Niall denied it. I pretended not to notice him blushing. Anyway, we finally pulled up to the flat and the boys jumped out first, helping me with my luggage while Niall helped me get out.

''Thanks,'' I huffed, pulling down my jumper longer. London doesn't have the best weather. We all walked in and I had to admit, Niall's flat was pretty cool. Simple but...I liked it..(haha, I know you thought it was gonna be 'simple but effective'). Liam put my suitcase down and Niall showed me my room.

''Whoa. This is...big,'' I breathed. I heard Niall chuckle beside me. It was much bigger than my room back at...home.''So why doesn't your mum just stay here all the time?''

''Oh no way. I need my privacy and freedom. I just moved her up into London so that she could help me with laundry,'' he repeated. I rolled my eyes at him. Boys. ''Well, I'll just let you settle in and then you can come out and watch some telly with us, if you'd like.''

I nodded.''Thanks. For all this.'' He smiled at me then turned to leave. ''Wait,'' I said. He turned back. ''Why are you helping me?'' His eyes softened.

''You looked like someone who needed help. Don't worry about it Jamie,'' he comforted and walked out. Maybe Niall really was a nice guy. I unpacked my stuff - which there wasn't much of- quickly then headed out to the living room. The boys were watching the re-run of The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air - one of my favourite sitcoms besides My Wife And Kids. The theme song started and the boys were jumping out of their seats.

''IIIIIIIN WEST PHILADELPHIA BORN AND RAISED..'' Niall rapped, with the rapid hand movements, accompanied by Liam's wicked beatboxing. I laughed at their antics but decided to join in.

''On a playground is where I spent most of my days/ chillin' out, relaxing and acting all cool/and shooting some b-ball outside of school/when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood/I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said....''I paused as all the guys were staring at me. Niall was grinning like mad.

''you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air,'' Zayn finished, after which he too stared. The theme song went on and I took a seat on the sofa, their eyes following me.

''What?'' I asked, a little annoyed.

''That was...sick!'' Louis exclaimed. The guys nodded and clapped.

'' think just because I'm a girl...I can't rap?'' I said, pretending to be cross. I enjoyed a bit of a banter.

''No, it's not that! I mean...we mean...Hazza help!'' Louis begged. I started laughing.

''I was just kidding! Louis, you should've seen your face. It was priceless!'' The other boys joined in in the laughter and Louis eventually did too, after a bit of pouting. The show finally started so we all kept quiet.

''I'm thirsty,'' Harry said, unscrewing the bottle of Ribena and drinking it deeply. But then his eyes widened and he started coughing crazily, spluttering the drink everywhere. His eyes got all watery.

''You alright, mate?'' Liam asked, rubbing Harry's back.

''Ta-Ta-basco!'' Harry whispered. And that's when Zayn started laughing. We all glared at him. That's when Harry took a grape from the bowl of fruit on the table and threw it in Zayn's direction. Instead of hitting Zayn, it hits Louis in the back of his head. Louis screams and grabs a handful of grapes, throwing them in every direction. Niall manages to catch them in his mouth which is pretty impressive but the grapes hit my chest. Annoyed, I get up and walk to the kitchen. A grape hits Liam on the forehead.

''Louis!'' Liam booms. Louis bolts and Liam follows. ''Come here you...'' I'm not gonna say the bad word. I grab the sauces out of the fridge in the kitchen and prepare to squeeze them at anybody who tries me. Niall follows and grabs a bag of crisps, throwing them occassionally but munching on them for the most part. Zayn comes running past. Idea! I squirt the mustard and tomato sauce all over his hair, making him scream.

''My hair!'' Zayn runs away, his hands in his hair while Niall and I laugh so hard that tears start forming in our eyes. So now, Liam is chasing Louis and Harry is chasing Zayn. Then, I feel a crisp hit my head so I turn to glare at Niall who's grinning cheekily. I squeeze the bottles, and the sauce goes flying into Niall's face. But instead, he licks it up.

''Mm,'' he says, smiling. He runs into his room but then I hear him yell. ''Zayn! YOU DID NOT JUST PUT LEMON JUICE IN MY NEW SUPRAS!'' Niall yells, pulling the door open, fuming. Boy, he was mad. And you can probably guess what happens next. This was one heck of a welcome party. But it was bloody brilliant nonetheless.


(A/N: the pranks described here are ACTUAL pranks done none else but....Zayn Malik:) ive been watching LOTS of interviews:D)

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