Promises *A Niall Horan Love Story*

  • by
  • Rating:
  • Published: 6 Nov 2012
  • Updated: 29 Apr 2013
  • Status: Complete
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


24. Turbulence...ugh

*Jamie's P.O.V*

The girl who kissed my, boy that I had feelings for and probably messed up our relationship was standing in front of me, a sheepish look on her face. Zayn rose beside me, handing the balloons over to Harry who seemed content with poking them and making squeaky noises. Liam glared at him, smacking Harry on the back of his hand. Meanwhile, my stomach was in knots. James looked at me apologetically. He then looked at Holly, who was clinging to him, and nodded solemnly.

''I just came here to say that...I'm terribly sorry,'' Holly apologized, her bottom lip quivering. She seemed so timid, so vulnerable. I actually sympathised with her. It wasn't her fault that her emotions got the best of her. I had trouble controlling my emotions too. There were so many times where I just wanted to give it up and run back into Niall's soft, warm arms, where I always felt safe.
She looked up at me, her eyes conveying such guilt and regret that it made her seem like little girl.
''Please don't be mad at Niall. It was all my fault. I was a bitch and I was the one who made the move, Niall pushed me off a few times but I was so f***ing stupid and such an idiot to not think about the consequences of my actions,'' she said, clenching her fists.

I placed my hand on her shoulder.

''It's okay. I forgive you. Just...don't do that to anyone ever again?''

''I promise,'' she reaffirmed me, nodding. I pulled her in for a hug and after she recovered from the initial shock, she hugged me back.

''No wonder Niall fell for you. You're amazing,'' she complimented, grinning as we pulled away. James intertwined his fingers in hers, pulling her into a warm embrace and pecking her on the lips. I admired what they had. I looked at Niall from the corner of my eye. He was looking at me but I pretended not to notice. ''You two are perfect for each other,'' she continued, looking back and forth between us. But then she must've seen the look on my face. Her face drained of colour. ''Oh no. You two aren't....I didn't...I did, didn't I?'' she mumbled, her words barely understandable. An awkward silence filled the air until a phone went off. The song ''Beggin''' by madcon played and I realised it was mine. Grateful, I excused myself to pick it up.

''Hello?'' I breathed, checking over my shoulder. James was talking to Niall, Holly waiting behind them. I turned back.

''Jayjay?'' Quinn called, from the other end of the line.

''Are you at the place where there are aeroplanes?'' she asked innocently. As a five year old, her vocabulary was limited.

''Yes, Quinn. I'm at the airport. We're about to leave. Did something happen?'' I had called my aunt last night, informing her that I would be leaving London to visit Europe with the boys. After a long discussion, she finally relented and let me go, advising me about this and that, things I would'nt want to repeat.

''No. But Mira keeps meowing,'' she told me. I raised my eyebrows. But then nodded in understanding. Paul had dropped Mira off at my aunts' house.

''Just stroke her head and don't let her move around too much. She can't see very well with her eye and with only three legs, she may knock into things that may hurt her,'' I told Quinn, worried. ''And remember to feed her and give plenty of water.''

I heard a groan from the other line and muffled sounds as the phone was being passed to someone else.

''Is that all, Bossy pants?'' Darcy teased. '' Liam there?''

I rolled my eyes. ''Yes but...''

''Put him on the phone, will you?'' she asked. Straight to the point.

''Fine. I thought you'd want to bid your SISTER farewell and wish her a safe journey but it's fine,'' I grumbled.

''Wait! Okay okay. Be safe, Jamie. And don't let any of them kiss you or you'll get cooties,'' she told me seriously. She's been watching American movies lately and she actually believes that one can get 'cooties' from kissing a boy. I laughed, shaking my head. ''I love you,'' she said, I heard her sniffle. ''I'm going to miss you.''

I smiled sadly. ''Me too.'' But then my face brightened up. ''But we'll get to talk to each other through Skype and the Internet!'' I told her excitedly, making her giggle. I smiled, happy this time. ''Alright. Well, before I pass the phone to your boyfriend, give Quinn and our aunt a big hug and kiss will ya? And tell them I love them and not to worry,'' I told her, as I walked towards Liam.

''It's your girlfriend,'' I joked. Liam's eyes widened.


''No. Darcy,'' I corrected and he nodded quickly, taking the phone.

''Hey Dar,'' he greeted cheerfully.

I took a seat. I realised Holly and James had left. Louis, who had snatched the balloon away from Harry and was being chased by Harry and Niall, quickly passed them over to me. I fumbled with the strings but eventually got them.

''Well, I guess it's time to go. Oh, I think you've got a text, Jamie,'' Liam told me, handing me the phone.

I opened it and it was from James:

Sorry we couldn't wait to see you off. Anyway, have a safe journey and enjoy yourself,yeah? Just give me a call whenever. See ya around. Love you.

And he signed off with ' x James' , like always. I smiled and stuffed the phone in my pocket, grabbing my suitcase and rolling it towards the door which led to our plane. Sadly, we were told that we couldn't bring the balloons on board because of their 'safety protocol'. So we used up all the helium effectively - by using it to make all our voices squeaky like chipmunks. it was hilarious! our laughter with helium sounded so strange and just made us laugh even more.I knew Niall has been watching me this whole time. We found our seats, putting in our suitcases into the compartments but when I struggled, Zayn came over to help me.

''Thanks,'' I said. He winked at me, walking away to find his seat. He slipped his headphones on, closing his eyes, waiting for the aeroplane to take off. Take off. I realised this was the first time I was taking an aeroplane. Suddenly nauseous, I desperately found my seat, fastening the seatbelt securely. After all the movies and news I watched about airplane crashes, I had my fears. I gripped the arm rests tightly, my knuckles turning white and laid my head back, breathing deeply.

It's gonna be fine. I won't die. I'm just in a big metal bird. That would probably crash down to Earth and kill everyone in it if something bad happened.

''Oh God,'' I muttered, bending down to put my head in between my knees.

''Are you alright?'' I heard a voice beside me ask, concerned. I looked up at those crystal clear blue eyes and slowly sat up.

''I..I'm fine,'' I mumbled, laying my head back and closing my eyes, just concentrating on my breathing. I gripped the arm rests tightly, holding on for dear life.

''Ladies and gentlemen, please put on your seatbelts...'' the pilot said. The rest was gibberish to me as I went throught all the possible scenarios that would possible end with my death. Beads of sweat had started to form on my forehead. I felt the aeroplane start to move. And I started hyperventilating.

Think of something happy. The beach. Laughter. Food. Hey, this isn't so bad. It's working.

And then the turbulence came. I cursed under my breath. But then I felt someone place a warm hand over mine and instantly, I calmed down. My eyes were still closed but I could probably guess who the hand belonged to. I flipped my hand over so that my palm was facing up and I could hold on to his hand too. Slowly, I managed to force my eyes open and look at my neighbour. He smiled at me. I smiled weakly back, holding his hand tighter. At his touch, butterflies were emanating from the pit of my stomach. The need to regurgitate my breakfast was replaced by a warm, pleasant feeling. I scooted closer, feeling his warmth raditaing. I yearned to lay in his arms for comfort but the stupid arm rest which I depended on just a few seconds before, wouldn't let me. But I would survive.

Somewhere, in my heart, I knew I would always have feelings for Niall. The one who made me feel safe. The one who had the ability to annoy the helll out of me and make me laugh hysterically within a split of a second. The boy I had fallen in love with.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...