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


23. Leaving London

*Jamie's P.O.V*

Eventually, I finished packing all my belongings-which weren't that many-and crawled to the bed, exhausted. I was too lazy to get under the covers so I just laid on top, falling asleep to Zayn's soft snores.

I woke up to Mira massaging my stomach with her paws.

''Hey Mira,'' I mumbled sleepily, stroking her head. She got up from my body and hopped off the bed, meowing and scratching the door. ''I'm coming,I'm coming,'' I muttered, rubbing my eyes. I realised Mira wasn't the only one who was resting on my body. Zayn's arm was wrapped tightly around my waist. To strangers, this may seem as something that couples do. But Zayn and I were just best friends. And I wanted to keep it that way. Enough of relationships for now. Besides, he has Perrie-and I wouldn't want to ruin that. I shook him gently and he stirred in his sleep.

''Wake up,Zayn,'' I insisted, shaking his shoulder.

''Five more minutes, Perrie,'' he whispered, dreaming. I chuckled and threw his arm off me, grabbing the glass full of water on my bedside table.

''Hey!'' he yelled, bolting upright. I smirked, placing the now empty cup on the table and opening the door.

''Finally. You're up,'' I said, exasperated. He sleeps like a log. ''Now go on you whippersnapper. Get going,'' I told him. He grumbled but got up nonetheless, dragging his feet out.

I hid behind the door when I heard the door across the hall creak open. ''Oh hey mate,'' Zayn mumbled.

''Hey-Zayn? I thought you left last night. What are you-did you sleep in Jamie's room last night?'' I detected a hint of anger.

Zayn seemed to sense it too, for he cleared his throat. ''Oh yeah. Jamie and I just...talked about..ya know. Just chilled,'' he told Niall. Niall didn't seem to buy it.

''Anyway, I better get going now. I'm gonna go take a shower at my place. Paul's coming to take us to the airport soon,'' he reminded. Right. To fly the boys off for their Europe tour. I closed the door as quietly as possible, although i'm sure Niall would have noticed. I grabbed my towel and was about to take a step into the toilet when I saw it.

''Oh Mira!'' I exclaimed, crinkling my nose in disgust. NEVER leave your cat in a room without her litter pack. Well, at least she didn't do it on the carpeted floor. I'd have to clean this up.

*Niall's P.O.V*

The lads and I were already waiting outside. I was beginning to doubt that Jamie would come along. But I wouldn't blame her. I HAD upset her anyway.

''I don't think she's coming, mate. Maybe she changed her mind,'' Liam said, saying what was in mind this whole time. He rested his hand on my shoulder. I shoved my hands into my pockets.

''Let's just give her a little more time,'' I insisted, hopefully.

''Do you want me to check on her?'' Zayn asked.

''No,it's fine,'' I muttered. I wondered why Zayn had slept in Jamie's room last night. I didn't want them getting any closer.

Ten minutes later, Paul told us we'd have to leave soon or we'd miss our plane. And we didn't want to upset our fans now, did we? I took one last look before getting in, slowly.

''Wait, hold on!'' Jamie called, struggling with her suitcase down the steps. Paul and I ran to help her.

''I've got it,'' I insisted. I wasn't as muscular and big as Paul was but I could carry her suitcase. She glanced briefly at me.

''Thanks,'' she mumbled, before turning her attention to Paul ''I don't suppose I can bring Mira along, could I?'' she asked innocently. Thr boys chuckled.

''If we could bring animals along, I would've brought Molly a long time ago,'' Harry said, referring to his pet cat he left back at home in Cheshire.

''But who's going to take care of Mira?'' Jamie asked, worried.

''Don't worry, I'll take care of it,'' Paul said, gesturing for Jamie to get in the limo. She scooted in beside Liam. Zayn and I hadn't got in our seats yet but I scrambled to take the one beside her. The lads raised their eyes at me but shrugged it off. Paul put Jamie's luggage safely in the boot. The ride wasn't as long as we expected. Maybe we'd just gotten use to travelling that we didn't feel it anymore. We arrived at the airport half an hour earlier, just like I hoped we would. We walked to the departure terminal, settling into our seats. The area had been cordoned off so that no one would disturb us. I craned my neck, looking for the bunch of balloons I was expecting. Where are they? Where is he?.....Ah. There he is. He walked over to me, smiling.

''Hey,'' he greeted, handing me the bunch of floating balloons. They were lime green and black ones, that spelt out ''I'm sorry''.

''Thanks Greg,'' I told my older brother. Hopefully, my attempt at asking Jamie to forgive me would work. I had called Greg last night to help me think of a plan to get Jamie back. I missed her. I missed us. He nodded, smiling. I could always count on my older brother. It helped that he was visiting my mum and was leaving to go back to Mullingar soon.

''go on, give em to her,'' Greg suggested. I nodded, shuffling my feet. I walked slowly over to Jamie, the boys' watching this unfold.

''Um..Jamie,'' I called out, nervously. She looked up at me, her eyes widening at the balloons. She stood up too, trying to hide a smile.
''These are for you. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I really,trully am. I hope you'll be able to forgive me,'' I pleaded, handing her the balloons. She took them and handed them to Zayn, who was sitting beside her. Louis, who was sitting beside zayn, started to poke at them. I'd kill him if he popped any of the balloons. Jamie had her hands behind her back.

''I've already forgiven you,'' she told me, making me grin. Then, she threw her arms around me and I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist. I saw Zayn grinning from the corner of my eye. She pulled back.

''Does this mean we're back together?'' I asked. She pulled her hands back, resting them at my chest.

''I don't know,Nialler. We'll see,'' she told me. I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. But no worries, this was just part 1 of my plan to win her heart back. Two more parts to go.

''May I meet this lovely ladely?'' Greg inquired from behind me. I turned to face him, having temporarily forgotten that he was still here. ''It's nice to meet you,Jamie.'' Greg extended his hand which Jamie took and shook.

''You too, Mr.-''

''Please, just call me Greg,'' he insisted. Jamie nodded. ''I can see why my brother has fallen for you. You're stunning.'' Jamie smiled, lowering her eyes shyly.Was he hitting on her?

''Didn't you have to leave?'' I reminded him.

''Oh right,'' getting my hint. ''Well, I'm off to get a pint before I leave for Mullingar. It was a pleasure meeting you Jamie,'' he says again, beefore turning to leave. Jamie had taken a seat, grabbing the balloon which had an aprostophe(spelling?) shape. She undid the knot and placed the hole to her lips, taking a huge breath.

''Supercalifragilisticexpilliadoscious,'' she squeaked in a chipmunk voice, making a reference to Mary Poppins. All of bursted out in laughter, disturbing the onther travellers around us. Jamie laughing in her chipmunk voice made us laugh even harder, until actual tears started forming in our eyes. In our fit of laughter, we didn't realise who had arrived to bid us farewell.

''Umm..hi Jamie. Niall,'' Holly greeted, acknowledging all of us. James was beside her, an unreadable expression on his face. Instinctively, I moved closer to Jamie, who didn't move away.

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