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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I went to bed early that night, just thinking about One Direction, James, relationships - just boys in general. Would I ever be able to find love? I know it's a tad melodramatic but look at me - I'm broken in so many places I don't even know who I am anymore. Would I be able to make him happy? Or would I just be a burden? These questions still lingered at the back of my head as my eyes rolled shut. I'd think about them later. It's not like I'm falling in love with anyone anyway.

Next morning, I woke up, slightly groggy. I decided to take a cold shower, earlier than usual. I grabbed my towel and in my haste, I forgot to take a change of clothes, but I only realised this when I was fully undressed and in the shower already. But it'll be fine, I thought. James wakes up really late. Anyway, when I had finished shampooing and conditioning my hair as well as scrubbed my whole body and shaved, I stepped out of the bathroom, my wet hair hanging in curls at my shoulders, clutching my towel that reached my knees tightly around my body. Just as I closed the toilet door behind me and was about to go into my room which was opposite of the toilet, two rowdy boys came running in, laughing loudly. My eyes widened as I looked down at myself. No no no no. Only a thin cloth was separating my bare body from the eyes of those two hormonal teenagers. I gotta run! But then, being my usual clumsy self, I ended up slipping on the parquet floor and ending up on my back. At least the towel hadn't fallen off. Groaning in pain, I sat up. The boys must've heard me because they came rushing my my side. However, boys being boys, they stared at my barely covered up body.

I cleared my throat, making them look at my eyes and not..elsewhere. They smiled sheepishly at me as I rolled my eyes.

''Are you naked under there?'' Brad, the curly haired and youngest one of the band asked, scanning my body.. That boy had a great voice - which was probably why he was the lead vocalist. Meanwhile, Tristan, the more matured one, offered his hand to help me up.

I rolled my eyes at Brad but grimaced at the pain I felt at the back of my head. I would need some ice for that. And I had to practice my balancing skills. Right on cue, James walked out of his room, yawning. The noise must have woken him. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hand throught his hair.

''What happened out here?''

Then, just like the other two boys, his eyes widened when he saw me in my towel. But then he shielded me from Tristan and Brad and guided me to my room.

''Are you alright?'' he asked, worried.

''I'm fine,'' I chuckled. ''Nothing happened. I just...fell,'' I told him. He knew me pretty well so he just shook his head, chuckling.

''Alright then, I'll get you some ice,'' he said, winking, before closing the door. I locked it right after he left and quickly got dressed in something warm. The clothes I had weren't from Hollister or Forever 21 or from any designer shop. I bought anything that was affordable-giveen my income- and comfortable. The boys were all ready by the time I stepped out and I didn't bother to look at them because it would only remind me of the embarassing moment earlier. I really needed to get my own place. Or at least some place where there weren't so many boys. A girl needed her privacy, right? I grabbed the ice pack off the kitchen counter and followed the boys to the car, getting to ride in the back besides Tristan as Brad sat shotgun and James drove. I kinda wanted to learn how to drive. I brought the ice pack up to my head, wincing at its coldness. The swelling subsided soon after. I got a glimpse of my aunt's house, where my sisters were and tried not to tear up. In about an hour, the car stopped. We must've reached our destination as all the other boys got out. I copied them, looking around. There weren't many people around but I sucked in a deep breath when I saw the building. It was huge. To say the least. We walked inside, and I took a seat at the waiting area while the boys spoke to the receptionist. James came over.

''Hey, we're about to see our manager now. Do you want to come or?...''

''I think I'm just going to say here,'' I answered quickly. I didn't know how I would seem to their manager, who I guessed was a don't-waste-my-time kind of bloke. I had a bad habit of biting my fingernails to ease my nervousness, I grabbed a magazine and started flipping it open. The stuff about the lives of all these celebrities were amusing actually. But I kind of pitied them in some way. They were criticised and judged on everything they did - even when they took their children to the park, their clothing was analysed. Given the opportunity, I'd never want to be famous. It demanded so much of me. I never liked attention and I wanted my privacy. To add on, crowds made me nervous so I'd never want to be mobbed and asked for photographs. I turned the next page and there was an article on One Direction. My interest piqued so I read through it quickly. The article was about what the boys had spent with their money since they were millionares now. Zayn and Harry seemed to like cars because they bought a few expensive ones. I presonally like vintage cars more than sports cars. I saw this 97' Chevy Impala on a television show called Supernatural on the telly and I fell in love with it almost immediately. But it was just me fantasizing-I'd never be able to buy a car like that. The writer then proceeded to go on to Niall Horan-whom I remembered was the one that helped me that day. The only thing he had bought was a car for his mom. And he shopped at H&M. I had to say, this boy fascinated me. He's filthy rich and he hardly buys anything for himself. He gets around on a bike, the article said. Then, there was a quote that made him even more interesting to me - ''I'm the type of guy that loves with his heart, not eyes''. I looked up from the magazine, thinking. Huh.
My throat was parched so I left the magazine on the table, intending to read about Liam and Louis later. I walked to get myself a cup of water. When my cup was filled to the brim, I turned around without checking who was behiind me because I ended up knocking into him and spilling all my water over his clothes.

'''Oh mygosh I'm so sorry. I didn't meant to! I wasn't looking and then....'' I began, panicking.

''It's alright,'' he chuckled. I looked up at him, into those familiar blue eyes. My eyes widened in surprise.

''Niall?''
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