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
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


35. La Ville De La'amour

*Niall's P.O.V*

The tour continued and we got to visit places like Denmark,Switzerland,Milan(one of my favourite places in the world to visit) and we even got to visit Amsterdam, where Jamie and I managed to spend some time exploring it,on bicycles since none of us had our driving license yet..Most of the motorists there were cyclists-which was interesting because Amsterdam is actually one of the places with the least number of road accidents involving cyclists...that's what Jamie tells me,anyway. Her intelligence makes her even sexier.But when I told her that, she raised her eyebrows at me, rolled her eyes, and laughed. Anyway, it was exhausting. It was literally like one city every day.But the next stop. I was looking forward to that. I would finally be able to take Jamie out. On a REAL date.She's been cooped up in the hotel room for most of the time since thats what management wants. But Jamie has never complained. She seems to be fascinated by the simplest of things. We managed to get out to eat a few times-with Paul and our new bodyguard,Mike,of course. And yes,the craziness over Jamie and I has increased but its bearable. I can tell Jamie doesn't like the throngs of fans surrounding us like me because she starts gripping my hand tighter. Some fans have begun to recognize her. She smiles and waves at them,accompanied with the occasional 'hi'. It looks like she's been coping with the paparazzi just fine. It's quite impressive,really. We try to spend as much time as possible with each other. When I'm not rehearsing or getting my hair and make up done, Jamie and I are in the hotel room,watching the telly.

"Niall, we're here," Jamie tells me,shaking my shoulder lightly,snapping me out of my daydreaming.

I look at her and her eyes are shining, full of curiosity and excitement. She swipes her fringe away from her eyes. She gets up to get her luggage,although she knows that I'll help her. I pull her back down and place my hand on the nape of her neck,pulling her to me as I press my lips to hers.She traces her lower lip with her finger,sighing in content. Maybe her lips were tingling with the sweet sensation of my lips on hers, as mine were.

"Thank you," she murmurs,her long eyelashes brushing her cheek slightly.

"Anytime," I reply, smirking. Louis, who was passing our seats to get out of the plane and into the departure hall, made a retching sound. Jamie turned to glare at him.

"That's disgusting," he said,grimacing. He never did like public displays of affection (PDA)-even though him and El always did it when they were together. Harry, who was dragging a suitcase behind him since people from management helped to transport the rest of our luggage to our hotel room, patted Lou's shoulder.

"Just keep walking,mate," Harry warned. Harry's a wise lad-when he wants to be.

Jamie jumped up from her seat,brimming with energy that I lacked and wish I had instead of the exhaustion  I was experiencing, and reached for her luggage. I contemplated tickling her tummy but I knew better than to do that. No one dared to get on Jamie's nerves. If they did...lets just say they had it coming. Zayn had learnt enough from that and now,he barely did anything to annoy her. I copied her actions and helped her, grabbing the handle of my own and leading the way to the departure hall where the mundane administration matters would be carried out. Unlike myself,Jamie seemed to be amazed at everything around her. Nearly all the signs were in French. These were the times where I wish I would've continued school and learnt more languages. Although I'm glad that I can speak Spanish. I struggled with the signs but didn't want Jamie seeing that so I pretended to know where I was going.

"La Ville De La'amour," she murmured,standing beside me. I looked at her questioningly. "It means the City of Love. That's where we are,aren't we? In Paris?"

Where did she learn to speak French?

"I picked up a little of French while I was in the hotel room. I didn't have much to do anyways so,why not? I'm trying to learn some Spanish now," she tells me eagerly.

"Eres Increíble," I told her. She raised her eyebrows.

"What does that mean?"

"You're amazing," I replied,grinning. She rolled her eyes and shook her head but I could see her smiling,her cheeks a rosy red.

"Yeah alright," she sighed, brushing my compliment off. "Come on Niall, the boys are probably waiting for us," she insisted,dragging my hand.

There were photographers everywhere but the protection was good and Jamie didn't seem to mind-which is really cool. We arrived at our hotel in an hour and settled in. I checked the fridge,which was stocked with carbonated drinks and crisps like any other hotel. I grabbed a pack of crisps and started munching on them as I waited for the lads to come knocking on my door. And in a matter of minutes,they did. Jamie was probably in her room, Skyping with her sisters like she always did. Her room was directly across mine so I asked the boys to be as quiet and subtle about this. They entered my room, cheeky grins plastered on their faces. We revised the plan we had come up with not long ago and strategised all our positions. This HAD to be perfect. Usually, I couldn't care less about organization and timing but for Jamie, I did.

"Superman is in position," Louis told me over the phone. 'Superman' was his code name, which he had obviously chosen himself.

Jamie,who was blindfolded,and I were at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower -the lads and I had managed to coerce her into thinking that she was being led to a secret location where an interview was going to be carried out. Jamie barely had time to change since we didnt give her any warning.Her shoulder-length,hazelnut,wavy hair was tied into a messy bun,her hair poking in all directions. Her cheeks were flushed although she had no make up on. She was wearing a knit,see through,beige jumper and a white tank underneath that was decent and covered her cleavage although I wouldn't mind seeing that. And she was wearing her favourite pair of tight jeans that were tucked into knee-length boots. And she looked beautiful,like she always does. And oh God. That bum. Her fashion sense was simple yet elegant. And unlike other girls,she hates shopping. She hates the crowds and having to find clothes that fit her size or will look good on her."Too tedious," she says. "As long as it's affordable and I'm comfortable in it, I'm fine." She amazes me. I've tried giving her money to spend on herself but she never accepts it. She only does when it involves food.

"Are we there yet?" she asks me, tapping her foot on the ground impatiently.

"Almost," I reply. I take her hand and lead her into the lift,where Louis is waiting.

"Which floor sir?"he asks, in a nasal voice to disguise his identity which I can tell Jamie is trying hard not to laugh at.

"Top floor,please,Clark," I joke. He beams as I refer to him in Superman's alternate name, Clark Kent.

"Very well sir," he replies. Eventually, we get to the top and the view is breathtaking. A strong breeze hits us and Jamie shivers a little. I curse myself for not bringing a jumper. I bring her to the edge where she can get a clear view of this magnificent city for herself.

"Where are we?"

"Take off your blindfold if you need to know," I reply. The look on her face when she does was priceless. She leaned over the edge and looked down,no sign of fear,unlike Zayn,whose afraid of heights and would be cowering in fear in a dark corner.

"We're on the Eiffel Tower," she whispers to herself,her eyes widening as her eyes peer into mine. I nod, chuckling at her reaction. "This is..insane!" she exclaimed. "The view is breathtaking."

"Yeah,it is," I agree,staring at her. Studying how the fading sunlight outlines her delicate features, from the tip of her nose to her perfectly shaped Cupid-bow's lips. Her skin turns a delicate pink in this light,making her seem even more beautiful than she already is. Truly like a princess. My princess. I wondered how I managed to get a bird as beautiful on the inside and out as Jamie. And there was no answer.She looks at me shyly,feeling self conscious.


I shake my head,grinning."Nothing...come on, lets eat," I invite her, leading her to the candlelit dinner Harry helped to make. He makes amazing fajitas. She beams at the mention of food. I help her sit down and take my own seat. She picks up her fork and spoon and licks her lips. Harry, who has chosen to be our waiter for this evening, walks over and serves us the food. Imagine her surprise when she saw a familiar face at the top of the Eiffel Tower.


Harry chuckles, flipping his curly,curly hair. "Hello," he greets and then runs away,chuckling,his curls bouncing.

"You did all this?" I nodded,grinning proudly at my work.


I stood up and dug my hand into my pocket,feeling for it. Ah. There it is. I held it tightly in my palm,feeling its rough surface. She stood up too, biting her lip, probably wondering what I was concealing. I looked into her eyes which burned with curiosity. And with a smug grin, I revealed to her what I had secretly bought for her to show how much I love her. It was a diamond necklace, splattered with emerald stones that would complement her own emerald eyes perfectly. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear,her eyes widening. She reaches out for the necklace,her fingertips barely touching it but suddenly, she yanks her hand back and walks away to the edge,staring up at the sky. I walk over to her slowly,trying to make sense of what just happened.Her face was unreadable.

"Do you want more?"

I had spent a lot on this, more than the 2.2 million pounds I spent on my mate's,Marvin Humes from JLS, house. But I'd do anything for Jamie. I found that the more time I spent with Jamie, the more I changed. In a good way. She looked at me, a puzzled look on her face.

"More?"she asked incredulously,shaking her head and laughing half-heartedly. The wind was whipping her hair around her face.

She isn't the conventional beauty. She doesn't have high cheekbones or a gap between her front teeth that young models had nowadays neither was she thin like a supermodel. She was a completely different beautiful. MY kind of beautiful.

"I don't need all this," she said,waving her hands around,gesturing to her surroundings. "It's amazing but... I'd rather spend time with you,in a hotel room,watching the telly. All the money...or diamonds,for that matter, in the world wouldn't make me happy. You do," she told me, placing her hand on my cheek. "Thats all I need. I only need you.I have no idea how I managed to get someone like you to fall in love with me. But you did anyways. And I couldn't ask for anything more." I crashed my lips to hers, our kiss full of passion and such intensity that we only pulled away when we got breathless. I stuffed the necklace into my pocket and dug out the other thing I got her. "Niall," she grumbled, her voice strained.

"Wait," I insisted,taking it out. "It cost less than a million pounds, I promise you." I showed her the ring I got her. It was simple. Just a shiny,silver band. "It's a promise ring," I told her, answering her question without her having to ask. "If you won't take the necklace, at least take this. This ring is a promise. From me to you. I promise to always love you, to keep you safe and protect you with the best of my abilities. I know I've said that I didn't want a girlfriend. Unless I found the right one. And I honestly think you are. Before you came along, all I thought about was music,girls,our fans,money and food." At the last one,she smiled. "But then I met you. I still think about all those things but what matters to me most...what makes me happy..besides YOU. Jamie Marie Sullivan, I love you with all my heart and whatever comes along, I promise we'll get through it. Somehow or another, we will."

She brushed the tears at the corner of her eye away,smiling sweetly. She laid her head on my chest as we were wrapped in each other's embrace. She turned her face up to look at me. I brushed her hair away from her eyes. "How did I get you?"she asked, her warm breath on my lips.

"I ask myself the same question all the time," I answered, closing the distance between our lips. And right then and there, it was the perfect moment. I promised myself that I would always love Jamie no matter what. She had had a horrible past and I made it my duty to make sure she has a wonderful future.

"I love you, Niall James Horan. And I promise that I always will."

"You know I love you too. Always" I replied, holding her close. We watched the sun set completely on the horizon, as I sung 'Nobody Compares' to her. "We're so Paris when we kiss,when we kiss," I murmured, having sung nearly half of the song, as I leaned down and shared yet another kiss on the top of the Eiffel Tower.

*Jamie's P.O.V*

Dear Diary, Today was..amazing. Words aren't enough to explain how I feel right now. I spent the evening with Niall on the top of the Eiffel Tower. Never in a million years would I think that I'd have the opportunity to be with someone so wonderful, so...bloody brilliant, somewhere so beautiful. The view was breathtaking.We could see the whole city. But that wasn't the best part. We ate on the top of the Eiffel Tower and were served by the boys! It was insane! Then Niall showed me this beautiful diamond necklace that must've cost billions. I refused to take it. I didn't need that to make me happy. I already was. And I am perfectly content with spending time with Niall, watching telly, in a hotel room.All I need to make me happy is Niall. It's like I'm in heaven when I'm with him. I'm not usually this mushy and disgusting but tonight was..something else. Niall gave me a promise ring which I discovered later was engraved with each other's complete name. It's simple but impossibly beautiful. And I love it. I'm wearing it right now. I didn't know I could be this happy but I am. We promised each other we'd love each other no matter what. And usually, I'd tell anyone who promised me ANYTHING ," don't make a promise you can't keep," because of all the unpleasant experiences I had with my "father" but this time, this time I'm sure that Niall would never hurt me. I don't know what the future holds for us but I'm willing to find out. All I know us that I am, and always will be, in love with Niall James Horan for the rest of my life. That's a promise I made.


(A/N: hi! Yes, this is the end of 'Promises'. I hope you've enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it:) thank you all for all your support,comments, the 504 'likes' as well as the 655 of you who've put this on your favourite list. And extra kudos to the 129 of you who clicked the 'become a fan of author' button.I'm sorry if I've bored you or offended any of you in any way in any of the chapters because that was not my intention. I know this feels like a speech and trust me, I've NEVER been good at doing that but it's necessary. I just wanted to thank every single one of you for taking the time to read my story that otherwise would have just been a stupid fanfic if not for all your support. I'd also like to thank you and apologize for making you all wait for so long while I wrote new chapters and for the computer/phone battery you spent reading this story. Love ya!  You guys are beyond awesome:)

And you can find the link to the sequel, Riding A Rollercoaster, in the next chapter.So don't forget to share both stories with your fans, friends or family! Guess that's all for now! Bye! T.T.F.N:)

Sincerely, ZeeA(that kid who just didn't want to study and chose to write a fanfic instead and then got addicted to writing it)

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