Promises *A Niall Horan Love Story*

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  • Published: 6 Nov 2012
  • 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


16. Sacrifice

*Jamie's P.O.V* Niall and I held hands the whole way back. We were stuffed so we decided to go straight back to the flat, where the children were waiting. And by 'children', I'm referring to Harry, Louis, Liam and Zayn. Well, the one walking beside me is one too. But I love them all, regardless. 

"What do you think the boys will say?" Niall asked, referring to us being a couple.

"They don't actually have to know," I suggested hopefully.

He laughed loudly. "You MUST be kidding," he questioned, skeptically. "They know EVERYTHING."

I groaned. It was true. They were gonna find out sooner or later. Might as well deal with it now, since we had reached the flat anyway. I love how Niall's flat is so strategically located-everything seems so near. I watched as Niall reached out the door handle, knowing four teenager boys were on the other side.

"Here goes nothing," Niall said, taking a deep breath before pushing down on the handle and pushing the door open.

What we found was so different from what we expected. It was...peculiar. The place was as clean as when we left it in the morning. The boys were seated on the sofa, watching the telly. They were actually behaving like normal people. Which was strange. They turned their heads to face us. "Well? How was your day? Did you two teenagers have fun?" Liam asked innocently. They were behaving so civilised. So...normal. It was freaking me out.

"It was splendid, thank you for asking," I replied, eyeing then suspiciously. What on earth was going on? I heard Niall snort beside me. I looked at him, raising his eyebrows. Did he know something that I don't?

"Alright lads, you can give it up. She said yes," he told them. And then the burst, clapping and cheering, grabbing us to wrap us up in a huge(and suffocating) group hug.

"I knew you guys were going to get together soon. You two are perfect for each other," Louis stated dreamily. I pulled away from the hug.

"Alright, I think that's enough of hugging for tonight," I declared.

"We're just so happy for you two," Harry says, in a sing-song voice.

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Harry." He beamed at me.

"Niall and Jamie sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g..." Zayn started singing, making me blush.

"Okay, well, I'm just gonna in and take a shower," I told them.

''Ooh, can we watch?" Louis asked. What a little pervert.

''Sit your arse back down, you little pervert," I ordered. "No," I stated clearly.

They all groaned. Well, except Niall, who was chortling. I focused my attention on him. This was gonna be fun. I slowly walked towards Niall, aware that they boys' eyes were following my every move. Then, in the most seductive way possible, I laid my hands on Niall's chest and stared into his eyes, biting my lip. He looked down at me suspiciously - I could see him blushing. Then, ever so gently, I got up on my tippie toes to press my lips against his. I heard the boys murmuring around us. He was shocked at first but he kissed back, understanding what I was trying to do. I pulled away for a while and brought my lips up to his ear.

"Just play along,'' I instructed Niall and he nodded slightly.

I resumed kissing him, the kiss getting more intense and passionate by the minute. I could see the boys staring at us, mouths wide open, from the corner of my eye. Just to make it interesting, I played with his hair as we kissed, pulling him closer to me. I don't know what came over me. I would never have done anything so...provocative...if I were myself. But it was entertaining, watching the boys' reaction. I slid one hand under his shirt and he shivered slightly. Nevertheless, he stayed in character and didn't pull away. He even carried my legs around his waist, his hands supporting me from under my thighs. Now, I was blushing. I pulled away, wondering what he was going to do next. He seemed to know what was in my mind as he winked, grinning cheekily and turned to face the boys.

''Goodnight, lads,'' he purred, carrying me into my room and locking the door behind us. Then, he sat me gently on the side of my bed and took a seat beside me. I was trying my best to remain calm - the intense make-out session that had happened seconds ago was still playing in my mind. I could still feel his lips on mine, moving in sync. We stared at each other for a while. And then bursted out laughing.

"Did you see the looks on their faces!" I asked, although it didn't make much sense because the words that came out of my mouth were fragmented since I was laughing so hard. Niall was chuckling, his hand hugging his stomach.

"I'm never going to forget that," he chortled.

Eventually, our laughter died down as we attempted to regain our breath.

''Hold on, will you? I'm just going to wash-up and then change into my night clothes," I told him, grabbing my clothes and heading into the toilet.

He nodded. "I think I will too," he stated. " I'll see you in a few?"

"Yeah,'' I agreed. I closed the toilet door behind me and turned on the shower, letting the hot water run down my body, warming me up.


I had showered, changed into my night clothes and brushed my teeth. I let my hair down and got under the covers, switching on the telly since Niall wasn't here yet. The news was on. I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Niall walked in, in a hoodie and boxers. I patted the space beside me, meaning for him to lie down beside me-I like to cuddle. When he did, I scooted over as he wrapped his arms around me. I could smell his cologne from here. Niall intrigued me. I wanted to know everything about him - beyond what I already knew.


He looked down at me, his brilliant blue eyes shimmering, making me lose my train of thought momentarily.

"What's it like to be famous?"

He pursed his lips, thinking me an answer."Well, it's a lot more complicated than you'd expect. I mean, sure, I can't deny that being rich and famous has its perks like meeting other celebrities you usually would never had the chance to meet like... Michael Buble-oh, he's a legend. And you don't have to worry about putting food on the table," he tells me eagerly. "But on the other hand," he continues, "it's hard to have your privacy with the paparazzi tailing you all the time while others criticize your every move. It's gotten me in trouble a couple times," he admits. I nodded my head, enlightened. "And it makes meeting normal girls who like me for me and not because i'm in a famous boyband difficult," he adds, and then makes direct eye contact with me again. "But I was lucky." I smiled up at him, flattered. Who wouldn't fall in love with Niall? I knew I was blushing so I turned away to look at the television screen-the news reporter was talking about something related to Veterans' day and how hundreds of people had visited the Vietnam War Memorial in honour me those who gave their life for their country. I really wanted to visit there some day and see all 58,022 names up there.

"Maybe I'll take you there someday," Niall offered. Had I said that out loud? "But for the moment, the replacement that I have for that are two tickets to the World Cup qualifier match between Ireland and Holland tomorrow night. Would you like to go with me?" he asked, not breaking eye contact. Football match? World Cup? You can count me in. "So how would you like to in on a DATE with me," he clarified. Our first official date as a couple. I'd gotten my first kiss today and now this? I nodded my head eagerly. He grinned and leaned down to kiss me, making my heart flutter. "May I ask you something?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Mmhmm," I mumbled, distracted. "Will you tell me what your father did to you? How did he hurt you?" he asked, hesitantly. "I understand if you don't wanna talk about it. I just want you to know that i'm here for you," he told me. I guessed it was time. I trusted Niall. And that's how we spent the night. He listened patiently to every detail of how my father hit me,hurt me...he let me take my time, not hurrying me,letting my tears soak his shirt. He held me close to his chest the whole time. And that's precisely how we fell asleep - in each other's arms.

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