Promises *A Niall Horan Love Story*

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  • 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
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Sequel entitled Riding A Rollercoaster is available at

Third installment entitled Where We Are is available at


10. Late Night Conversations

*Niall's P.O.V*

Fruit Ninja finally ended. In a huge mess. There were fruits splattered everywhere and the flat smelled like a combination of orange, banana, accompanied with the mustard and ketchup Jamie squeezed on everybody. We were all filthy. But it was fun. And Jamie had fun. She hasn't stopped smiling. She looks really pretty when she smiles. Well, prettier. It makes me want to make her happy all the time. Anyway, as usual, all the lads bolted when I mentioned that someone would have to help me clean the place up. Except for Jamie, they all pretty much left me to clean up their mess. I grumbled to myself, grabbing the mop.

''Don't fret. I'll help ya,'' Jamie offered, placing her hand on mine on the mop, smiling kindly. I tried not to be affected by the direct contact of our skin but for some reason, it was hard. I covered it up by smiling.

''Thanks.'' I handed her the mop as I took a wet cloth and sponge to scrub the walls.

Eventually, with Jamie's help, we managed to finish cleaning up the flat in two hours. It was 9pm now.

''I'm exhausted. I think I'm gonna go sleep now,'' Jamie told me, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

''Sure. Goodnight, Jamie. And thanks,'' I said, grateful. She handed me the mop, grinning widely.

''It's the least I could do,'' she replied as she walked into her room, shutting the door gently behind her. After putting the cleaning tools away, I decided I needed a hot shower. Maybe I'd watch some telly after this - a football match, perhaps. The boys and I have an interview to do tomorrow for the Beeb or Auntie, as the lads called it . I knew it as BBC. Nevertheless, I didn't feel sleepy yet.


I'd taken a shower and pulled on a white shirt, loose pants and socks. London was cold, especially at night. I grabbed myself a pack of crisps to munch on as I watched the match. I couldn't wait for the World Cup 2014. It was midnight when she came out of her room.

''Couldn't sleep?''

''Yeah,'' Jamie replied, rubbing her eyes. ''What are you watching?'' she asked, as she looked in the fridge, taking a bottle of water for herself.

''It's a football match, between Wolverhampton and the Blackburn Rovers. Do you want to watch something else?'' I offered, as she drank her water deeply. It made her perfect lips look wet and shiny. I realised the cut she had on her lip when I first found her had healed. Good. I wondered if all the other wounds the lads and I saw had healed to. I'd ask her about how she got them sooner or later.

''Oh, no,'' she declined. ''I happen to like watching football,'' she said. My eyes widened.

''Really?'' She nodded. This girl was hard to figure out. When I thought that I finally understand her, she surprises me.

''Who's your favourite player?''

''Well, it used to be Beckham. He's wicked at free kicks. But England hasn't been doing well lately and Beckham isn't consistent. It's hard to predict if he'll score or not, ya know? Anyway, I've always admired Lionel Messi. He's got mad skills - kind of like Maradona. Just...shorter,'' she stated confidently, mentioning the names of the skilled Argentinian players. ''Messi got named player of the year,'' she continued, smiling. She knew her football. I just nodded, my mouth hung slightly agape.
''Say, you wouldn't happen too have FIFA 2013 would you?'' she asked hopefully, spotting my Playstation 3. Finally, someone who appreciated video games as much as I did!

I grinned at her. Are you kidding? Of course I do! Wanna play?'' I offered, handing her a controller.

''Oh, you're on. James and I used to play all the time. Be prepared,'' she warned.

The game was tense from the beginning. There were a few instances when I thought she would score a goal-she was actually making me sweat. It was kinda hot actually, seeing a girl play video games.

''Oh yes. Go...go go go go!'' she whisper-yelled. ''And...GOAAAAAAL!!!'' she yelled, raising her hands in the air in victory. I laughed at her reaction.

''Good job, Jamie,'' I said, impressed. ''You're good.''

She beamed at me.''Thanks. You were too. Great match,'' she agreed. She sat back down, looking at her feet.

''Are you sleepy yet?'' I asked, putting the controllers back.

''I don't think so. Are you?'' I shook my head. ''Do you want to watch some more telly?''

''Yeah. What do you wanna watch?'' I asked her, handing her the remote.

''Hmm,'' she murmured, her lips pursed. I couldn't stop myself from smiling. She looked cute when she was thinking. ''Let's just watch this,'' she said, stopping at Family Guy. I checked my phone - it was 2am now.

''You watch Family Guy?'' I asked.

''Not really. The talking baby freaks me out actually, but there's nothing better on,'' she told me. I slid down on the floor, resting my head on the sofa. I felt her move behind me, and I looked back to see her resting her head on the arm rest, her feet curled up around her. She yawned a few times, rubbing her eyes. She had tied her dark brown hair into a messy ponytail and strands stuck out everywhere. And she didn't seem to care. I liked that about her. She didn't wear any make up-she felt fine with who she was and didn't really care what she looked like as long as she was comfortable. And I had picked this up all in one day. I stood up.

''Where are you going?'' she murmured, sleepily.

''I'm going to get us matresses so we can sleep out here. Is that okay?'' She nodded. I brought them out and laid them on the floor beside each other. The lads slept over here sometimes so we all slept out here when they did.

''Come on,'' I told her. She slowly got down from the sofa and laid her head on the pillow, pulling the blanket up to her waist. She was wearing a hoodie with pants and socks. I lowered the volume down on the telly and laid beside her and tuned my body to look at her. Her eyelids were drooping. Maybe this was the right time to ask about the scars.

''Hey, Jamie?'' I asked hesitantly.

''Mmhm?'' she answered, forcing her eyes open.

''Can I ask you something?''

She nodded. ''Are you going to sleep now?''

She laughed a little.''No, I'm just resting my eyes,'' she told me, as her eyes rolled closed again. ''Was that the question?''

Now I smiled. ''No. The question was...will you tell me how you got all those scars?''

Her eyes flew open. ''Uhm...''

''Don't worry, I won't tell anyone,'' I told her truthfully. She studied my face for a while before she nodded. She tuned her body to face the ceiling and took a deep breath.

''Okay. I'll tell you. Just don't pity me, okay?'' she begged. She turned to look at me. I nodded and she turned away.

''Well, my life was pretty normal, before every thing happened. I had friends. My grades were good,'' Jamie reminisced, smiling a little. But then her smile turned into a frown.

''But then my mum fell sick. We found out she had cancer. She was at the advanced stage, only a few months left, tops,'' she said, her breathing getting shallow. She wiped her cheek. ''Then my father lost his job and we still had to support my two sisters. The pressure got too much for him. He started drinking. And he kept drinking and drinking. Eventually, he got to the point where he was drunk nearly all the time. I figured it was how he dealt with all the pain. Anyway, my sisters moved in with my aunt while I stayed, offering to take care of him besides work and school. One day, I came home from school and saw him passed out on the ffloor. I tried to help him up but he wouldn't let me. He got mad and punched me in the gut,'' she told me, a sob escaping her lips. She was trying hard not to cry. All I wanted to do was make her feel better. I didn't like it when girls cried.

She breathed deeply, regaining her composure. ''Anyway, it got worse. The abuse. I'd come home from school and he'd just start punching me, kicking me. I endured it to protect my sisters from him. I thought that if he had me to hurt, he wouldn't go after them. Then one day, I couldn't take it. I lashed out and managed to throw a punch, hitting my fist on his cheek. And he got REALLY mad. So, he took a knife. And..stabbed me,'' she mumbled. I squeezed her hand. ''I lost all my friends. I had to work longer hours. I rarely went to school anymore. I never told anybody. Not even my mum. I ignored those who tried to help me, like James, and pushed them all away. That was stupid,'' she laughed half-heartedly. '' I tried, ya know. I really did. My aunt helps with paying the hospital bills. But then one night, I just got tired of it. I wouldn't know what to do without my auntie.And so I ran. Thats when you found me,'' she ended, her chest rising unsteadily. She remained silent for a long time.

I felt angry for her. And I admired her at the same time. She was so strong. And who'd want to hurt their daughter like that? It was mental! Unsure of how she'd react, I pulled her into a hug, holding her close to my chest. Then, she broke down in tears, staining my shirt. I didn't mind. I hugged her tightly. I wish I could take away all the pain, all the suffering she endured.

''Shh...It's alright,'' I comforted. She got quieter-she had stopped crying, her breathing was slower. ''I won't let anyone hurt you. The boys won't let that happen either. You're safe with us,'' I stated. I think she fell asleep, exhausted from the long day and crying. I pulled the blanket up to our chin, still hugging her, falling asleep too, with Jamie in my arms.

I promised to myself that I will protect Jamie Sullivan. Whatever it takes.
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