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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4. That boy in a band

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*Jamie's P.O.V*

"How...why are you here?" I asked, curious. There standing in front of me, was James McVey. He was my best friend from my past life. That blonde hair, coupled with those blue eyes reminded me of Niall. I tried not to flinch. James lived across the street from me. But then when my dad started...hitting me, I stopped speaking to him. To anyone.

" I actually live right there," he tells me, pointing to the house across the street from my auntie's house. " And I saw you so..." he trails off.

"Oh well, how have you been?" I asked. I haven't seen him for years.He's two years older than me - he was like my big brother.

He shoves his hands in his pockets. " I'm fine. Thanks. You? I haven't seen or spoken to you in ages," he states.

"Yeah. I've been busy uh...taking care of my mum. Amongst other things," I told him, not daring to look him in the eye, afraid he might find out my secret. " But I'm doing well, thanks," I lied. Just then, a breeze od cold air hits us, making my teeth chatter. It was already cold as it is.

James must have noticed me shivering. " Would you like to come inside for a cup of hot tea?" he offered.

I hesitated. Maybe I'd stay for a bit. " Yeah sure. That'd be great."

We walked side by side, just making small talk. We were laughing about how I called him 'That boy in a band' when we were younger. He was in an Indie band called 'The Vamps'. He'd taken me to some of their practices - they were actually pretty good. There were two other boys, Tristan Evans and Brad Simpson, although I never knew them personally, from the way James described them, they seemed like nice guys.

" So...why aren't you staying with your parents anymore," I asked, sipping my hot cup of tea. It made my insides all warm.

He looked down at his hands. He was sitting across me as I sat cross-legged, with my hands in my lap on his sofa. He had a nice place. He still hadn't answered me. Oh no..don't tell me...

"They....passed away two years ago. They were killed in a car accident. Some stupid drunk driver crashed into their car, killing them on the spot," he spotted out through clenched teeth. Damn it. How could I be so selfish and ignorant to not notice what was happening around me?

"I'm so sorry," I apologized, feeling guilty. I didn't know what else to say.

" It's okay. it's not your fault," he replied, his eyes softening.

"So um, how are you and the band? Must be doing pretty well to afford this place huh?" I teased, smiling.

He grinned, his eyes shining in the light. "Yeah, we're doing alright. We got signed by Prestige management," he gloated. Prestige was well...a prestigious company here. It had signed many well-known bands out there. I had no doubt The Vamps would do well.

"Thanks to all the One Direction covers we've done, we've got the attention on many teenage girls. We've just been doing a few gigs here and there. Nothing too big," he continued.

"That's awesome," I said. He smiled at me.

" Excuse me for a second."

He got up and walked towards the kitchen. He came back with a pot full of...cookies! I was drooling, my stomach rumbling. They looked so yummy as he laid some out on a plate.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Take some," he offered. I reached out but then pulled my hand back.

"Wait. Have YOU eaten yet? It'd be rude of me to take one when you're hungry too," I said, peeling my eyes off the cookies to look into his. He smiled, revealing those perfect white teeth.

"Just take one already, would you?"

I smiled and took one. I bit into the heavenly chocolate chip cookie, my taste buds tingling.

"Yummy," I murmured. And for a while, all you heard was the munching of cookies. These were fantastic.

"Wait. Who are One Direction?" I asked. I never heard of them.

"You mean you don't know?" he asked incredulously, his eyes widening.

I shook my head.

"They're the hottest boy band right now. They're English-Irish. They're five guys. One of them is Irish but they are all really nice lads," he exclaimed excitedly. " There's Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik and..."

These names were extremely familiar. Oh wait, don't tell me the last one is...

" Niall Horan. He's the Irish one."

I tried to suppress my surprise. I'd met them before and I didn't even know!

"Oh," I acknowledged with indifference, taking another bite out of a cookie.

He looked at me for a while, his eyebrows arched before shrugging it off.

" So what brings you here?" he asked, drinking his tea. I swallowed the food that was in my mouth.

" I just wanted to visit my aunt," I lied. If I told him I was here for my sisters, it'd prompt lots of other questions.

"You sure? Or did you come here to escape your father?" he asked. My eyes widened in shock. How'd he know?

"I have to go," I muttered, getting up. My hand was already on the door knob.

" Wait. Don't leave. I knew something was wrong when you started ignoring me. I followed you home one day and say what that monster did to you," he growled, his fists clenched by his sides.

" He's my father," I yelled, protectively.

" A father who loves his daughter wouldn't hurt them like that," he yelled back, fuming.

"It's complicated, okay?!"

The place went silent. I felt tears form in my eyes.He moved closer to me, cautiously wrapping his arms around me. He let me cry into his shoulder. He hugged me tightly, letting me sob over my miserable life.

"Look, why don't you stay here, with me?" he offered.

"No, I can't," I decline, struggling to get out of his grip. He looked at me in the eyes.

"Let me help you. Let me protect you," he whispered. I didn't have anywhere else to go or anyone I could rely on except myself and...him. Maybe.

I nodded, smiling weakly, looking back at him through my red-rimmed eyes.
" Thank you," I said, kissing his cheek.

I'd have to find a job to pay him rent. I'd pay him rent one way or another, I wouldn't let him refuse. I would also need the money to buy myself clothes. The ones that I had on were the only ones I had. I didn't dare go back home to take my clothes - it was too risky. Living here would be good - I could check on my sisters whenever I wanted without having to worry that people might recognize me.

"Here. Take some of my clothes. You should go to bed. You look exhausted," James stated, handing me a pair of his boxers and another hoodie. I nodded and thanked him again before I went into the room he showed me. I didn't even bother changing or taking a shower - I just plopped down on the bed and fell asleep.
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