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.

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Sequel entitled Riding A Rollercoaster is available at

Third installment entitled Where We Are is available at


26. Strange habits and chocolate

*Niall's P.O.V*

I've been thinking. About Jamie. About me. About us. Our relationship, in general. To be honest, I was completely confused. I don't know what we were. One minute, she's smiling at me and doesn't mind me being around her but the next, she's trying to avoid me at all costs. Why do girls have to play games?


Harry's deep voice pulled me from my reverie.

"Yeah?" I answered, after a short delay. Surprisingly, I sounded tired.

" Are you alright?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

However, my quick temper made me feel annoyed.

"Would everyone please stop asking if I'm okay?" I growled. Seeing Harry's face, I immediately regretted it. All of us had decided to wait at Liam's room before we left for sound check.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, feeling more exhausted than ever. I couldn't even sleep on the plane. With Jamie beside me, all I wanted to do was talk to her. But I thought that wouldn't be wise, given we weren't alone.

"It's Jamie isn't it?" Liam asked,already knowing the answer.

Then, there was a knock at the door. Must be Paul. Liam went to open the door.

"Come on kids, we need to go," he told us. We all got up, straightening our clothes. Lou, our stylist, had trained us to always do a self-check whenever we were about to go somewhere else. We had to go for our sound-check before our Take Me Home concert tomorrow. I was extremely excited for it but right now, I really needed to talk to Jamie.

"I'll go get Jamie," Paul informed us. "You boys go ahead. The car's waiting at the lobby."

"Why don't I go get her?" I suggested.

"Uh...yeah. I'll go with you," Zayn piped in.

*Jamie's P.OV*

Everything went smoothly. We checked in and found our rooms easily. Relieved, I threw my suitcase aside and plopped down on the bed. My stomach didn't feel so good. And I had a sudden craving for chocolate. Groaning, I rolled over to lie flat down on my stomach. The boys were probably settling in too. I reached for my IPhone and earphones, scrolling through my playlist. I didn't have many songs. Yes, I like music but I'm a tad fussy. I've only recently developed a taste for music. I've also recently discovered that I like artistes like Michael Buble, Bon Jovi and Bridgit Mendler. The latter one impressed me. I admired her. She was one of the few Disney stars who could actually sing. And she raps. Which is bloody brilliant. Besides RnB, I also happen to dabble in the genre of rock - namely Paramore and Tesla. And yes, I do like the boys' music - although some of their songs include sexual innuendos and may be miscontrued for something else.I finally decided to play a few Bridgit Mendler songs. I wrap my arms around my stomach, feeling the uncomfortable strain of muscles. I don't put it on too loud, afraid that I might damage my hearing(haha). It's been barely an hour when I hear a knock on the door. After repeated knocking, I reluctantly peel myself off the comfortable bed and walk to the door, dragging my feet. I push the handle down and pull the door open.

"Oh hi," I greet, surprised to see the Bradford and Irish boy at the door.

I saw their lips moving but I couldn't hear anything.

"What?" I asked.

Again, their lips moved but nothing came out.

"I can't hear you," I raised my voice. Then, Niall pulled the earphones which I had not noticed we're still in my ears, out as Zayn chuckled.

Zayn looked over my shoulder. "Are you alright?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah. Why did you ask?" I lied.

"That's an awful lot of chocolate for a small girl like you,' he commented on my height. I crossed my arms.

"Are you insinuating that I'm short?" I asked, defensively. These hormones were making me extra feisty today. But then I blushed, realizing he was merely commenting on the amount of chocolate and wrappers gathered on my bed. I must've grabbed the stash of chocolate from the fridge. I'd have to pay for that later.

"Oh I'm sorry," I apologized.

"It's alright," the Bradford boy said, grinning. "Can we come in?"

Really Jamie? I stepped aside, letting the two boys into my room. I noticed Niall glance at me as he walked past. Nevertheless, they sat down on my bed and Niall got right to the food. Typical. But adorable. He was munching on the chocolate. I thought chocolate was Harry's thing. Personally, I didn't actually fancy chocolate. I was more of a crisps kind of girl. But during 'these' times, I always kept chocolate in handy. I laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, rubbing my aching stomach. I groaned in pain. At least I'd already put on a pad.

"Are you having your period?" Zayn asked,making me raise my eyebrows.

I nodded slowly.

" Perrie has strange habits when she has it too," he said, mentioning his girlfriend whom I had not had the pleasure to meet yet. She sounds wonderful. This time, I nodded in understanding.

"Are my eating habits the only reason you two are here?"

Niall chuckled. " No. We need to leave for our sound check and we were wondering if you'd like to-?"

"Stay here and hang out with Niall here," Zayn interjected, tapping Niall's shoulder. Niall didn't seem to know the change in plans but before he could refuse, Zayn had already hopped off the bed and ran out, closing the door behind him. Hmm. What were these boys up to?

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