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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34. One Lucky Girl

*Jamie's P.O.V*

"Thank you for being an amazing crowd. We can't thank you enough for all your support and love," Louis pauses and chuckles as a girl in the rows screams and declares her love.

"Aww thanks babe," Liam says, grinning and waving at the girl.

"We love you too,love," Louis replied,winking at the girl,making her squeal again. The other boys said their thanks and finished the concert with a bang. They skipped off the stage,literally-but Harry and Louis weren't holding hands like they did before the whole 'Larry Stylinson' affair."

"That was buzzin'" I shouted over the noise,my voice barely audible.

As the boys passed me to go into their changing rooms, they wrapped me in a hug,briefly, and kissed me on the cheek. Niall was the only one who I let kiss my lips. The boys changed and freshened up for a bit before the 'meet and greet' session with their fans before we returned to our hotel. The crowd made me nervous so I just stayed in the car. It seemed like none of us could fall asleep even though the boys should be exhausted after their stellar performance so we decided to relax at Zayn's room-since his was the most organized and least messiest. We were a tad hungry so we ordered some room service. I was on the sofa with Niall and Zayn, my head on Niall's lap,my feet on Zayn's. Liam and Louis were bantering about something unimportant but it was amusing.

"Oh, I love a good banter," Niall signed in content, taking a sip of his Coke.

I looked up at him. "Did you know that the word 'banter' is of Latin origin and means to 'jibber like a moron'?" That seemed to grab Louis and Liam's attention and they stopped. Louis munched away on his carrot stick. The room fell silent-except for Louis' munching,of course.

"What does 'jibber' mean?" Niall asked.

I pulled the hat that he was wearing down to cover his eyes and the boys laughed. Zayn was playing with my toes and didn't have the courage to tickle my feet since I warned him of the consequences he would suffer if he did. Meanwhile, Niall was twirling strands of hair between his fingers. I let my eyelids close and I think I asleep because the next thing I knew, there were five curious pairs of eyes staring at me. I jumped,surprised.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, annoyed.

"You were screaming. We had to wake you up. Are you okay?" Liam asked,concerned. I sat up, the boys sitting around me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry," I mumbled,rubbing my eyes. You see,for me, this was normal. But the more time I spent with these boys, the less frequent these nightmares came. And of course, these 'nightmares' were memories. Memories of my past life.

"Pardon us for asking but...what are your nightmares about? Back at Niall's flat, when we stayed over, I could hear you screaming from down the hall. I wanted to go in and find out what happened but Niall always beat me to it. And he wouldn't tell me what your nightmares were about," Louis said. He wasn't like his usual, hilarious, careless self now. He seemed genuinely concerned. I looked at Niall whose eyes didn't meet mine.

"I don't need to tell you anything," I snapped.

"Well, we thought after being with us for this long you'd actually trust us. We thought you were our friend," Zayn said,obviously hurt. Everyone except Niall and Zayn walked towards the door.

"Wait. Look, I'm sorry,alright? It's just that I don't like telling people about them because they force me to remember things I want to forget. But it seems like by doing that, it hurts the people I love most," I began, gathering the courage to finally tell them everything. "I'll tell you everything."

And so,that night, I told them everything that happened from after my mum fell sick until..she died. And as I looked at all those faces in the small circle we had formed on the floor, I realized that these aren't my friends. They're more than that. They're family-brothers I never had. And I love them all to death. I'm one lucky girl.
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