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
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


29. Pizza and paparazzi

*Harry's P.O.V* ( different,huh? :) by the way, somebody commented that I should do a sequel. Should I? Or should I just squeeze all the ideas I have in one book?)

Jamie burped, sending us into fits of laughter. The way Niall looked at her...he's always said that he's been waiting for the 'right one' to come along. I've dated a lot of girls. Right now, I'm with Taylor. Yeah a lot of people have expressed their concerns and I've read lots of tweets of our fans who feel that I'm making a bad choice but Taylor is fun to be with. I don't know if she's the 'one' but we'll see how it leads from there. Niall placed his arm around Jamie's shoulders and she looked at him, her cheeks turning a warm shade of pink. All of us like her. She's great to hang around with. And she makes us laugh. It surprises me how cheerful and happy she is despite her...unfortunate past.

"So, you wanna learn how to play the drums?" Josh asked, clearly interested.

Jamie nodded, swallowing down a mouthful of her pizza. We decided to get some pizza before we went back to the hotel to rest for tomorrow's concert. And the interview. I groaned mentally. Hopefully, the interviewer would ask different questions and not the common ones like 'what do you look for in a girlfriend' or 'what would you do if the world was ending tomorrow'. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Maybe I could teach you sometime," Josh offered.

"Really? That'd be ace!" Jamie exclaimed, getting excited. Niall didn't look so happy.

"Um..boys? I think we should leave," she said, looking out the window. There was a bunch of girls running across the road. We could hear there screams through the window. And right behind them, we're the paparazzi. They were like pests, always around.

Liam, who was sitting beside me, groaned. "I'll go settle the bill," he said, taking his wallet out and going to the counter. Yes, we may be celebrities but we still have to pay for our food.

"Well, come on Curly," Louis called, getting up from his seat. I grinned evilly.

"Boo Bear!" I yelled as I ran and jumped on his back. I loved our BROmance although many Directioners actually believe that we're a real couple- Larry Stylinson. I dont give a shit about what people think but I know Louis' affected by this. The only thing i hate about this rumour is that its extremely rude towards Eleanor, who's a nice girl. And shes hot.

"Come on Jamie. Let me give you a lift," Niall offered to his girlfriend.

"Are you sure? I'm not that light plus, you're my little leprechaun," she teases, smiling, showing those dimples, similar to the ones that I had-except that Jamie only one dimple, on her left cheek.

"Oh just get on you potato," Niall replied, chuckling. They're an adorable couple, if I do say so myself. Both Niall and Jamie are cute. In a non-romantic way of course.

Eventually, I got off Louis's back and exchanged it for Paul's harder, bigger back.

"Weeee...." I yelled, as I jumped onto Paul, who understood us as being small children trapped in teenage bodies, and laughed. He's a big,burly bloke but honestly, he's a softie, a huge teddy bear.

"Are never ever ever..." Zayn sang, making us all laugh.

"Getting back together," the rest of us chimed in. We all got in the car that would bring us back to our hotel where I could finally relax before tomorrow. Maybe I could sneak in a call to Taylor.

* Jamie's P.O.V*

We came back to our hotel around 10pm last night, after we enjoyed a filling meal-which included the delicious pizza. Niall and I even had an eating contest. I ate 5 slices and 1 full loaf of garlic bread while he ate a WHOLE pizza and 3 chicken drumsticks. To top it off, we competed in a burping contest-which I gladly won. But when Niall suggested that we have a farting contest despite being in the busy pizzeria, I laughed but agreed to do it, for laughs, but the boys quickly shook their heads.

"No way, Niallator," Liam begged.

We had to leave when a bunch of girls came running across the road, having spotted the boys. Oh please, no more indecent exposure. I know Harry has an obsession with being naked and Lou got suspended for indecent exposure back when he was at school but personally, I didn't like seeing naked people. Well, I wouldn't mind seeing N-never mind. I pleaded with Niall to go to the counter at the hotel to ask for a spare key card to my room after he wouldn't let me run back to get it as he literally pulled me away.

"Alright alright," he finally relented. Meanwhile, I rested against his shoulder, my eyelids drooping. All this traveling and eating drained me. But I still wanted to Skype with my two sisters and see how Mira was doing.

"Hey Niall! Over here! Who's that girl?" I heard voices of numerous unfamiliar men, my eyes blinded by the flashes of cameras. I gripped his hand, getting nervous because of the crowd and all the questions. He stood protectively in front of me, having seen the look of fear and shock on my face. This certainly woke me up.

"Is she your girlfriend? What's her name? Where is she from?" they continued, surrounding us. My breathing quickened, my grip getting tighter. Niall grabbed my hand and pushed through the crowd, as hotel security arrived to force the men with cameras out of the hotel. We managed to get into the lift, to my relief. Niall pulled me into a hug, kissing the top of my head. His heart pounded quickly to,matching mine. Maybe he was as nervous around crowds as I was.

"F***ing paparazzi. I'm so sorry for that, Jamie," he apologized, letting go of me to look into my eyes.

I was flustered but eventually, looking into his eyes and with him holding me, I relaxed. Then, I got mad.

"Don't curse!" I scolded, making him laugh. I just don't like the 'f' word - I'd heard enough of it from my father.

"You're amazing," he whispered against my lips as he leaned down to kiss me. I was still dizzy, but in a good way. The lift doors slid open.

"Time to go to sleep," he said, as he scooped me up from my feet and carried me bridal style. I was too tired to resist so I just laid my head on his chest, falling asleep to the relaxing rhythm of his heartbeat. I'll just Skype my sisters tomorrow...
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