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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27. We are never ever ever getting back together

A/N: first of all, you guys are just bloody amazing. My novella is on the popular list - that's crazy. I actually giggled in disbelief and had a "whoa" moment. Just completely blows my mind seeing how many favorites,likes,fans and comments I've been receiving. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much for all your support. Dude, this feels like im giving a speech. Haha! Anyway...

*Jamie's P.O.V*

Basically, Niall and I just sat there for a while, just staring at each other. My mind was completely blank. Or maybe it was that my thoughts were in a whirlwind of chaos.

"Well hello there," I greeted, smiling dorkishly.

"Hi," Niall replied, with equal cheerfulness, taking another bite out of MY chocolate bar. I eyed it, licking my lips. I wasn't particularly hungry but the whole menstruation thing messed with my appetite. "Come on," he invited, patting the spot beside him. He broke off a big chunk of the chocolate and handed it over to me. I happily took it.

"Thanks," I mumbled, my mouth full of the delicious, sweet, chocolatey treat. He chuckled.

"So since we're here, can I ask you a question?"

I looked up at him, gulping. "Okay," I answered reluctantly.

"What are we? I mean, one minute you're trying to avoid me but the next, you want to hold hands with me."

I bit down on my lower lip. " Umm..thanks again. For earlier." I thanked him, trying to avoid the question.

"Don't avoid the question," he warned. Frustrated, I got up from the bed. Somewhere along the way, I accidentally pressed down on my IPhone that I had carelessly thrown on the bed. And guess what song started playing?

"I remember when we broke up...the first time..." I fumbled clumsily with the buttons to stop the inappropriate song from playing. When I eventually did, I looked up at Niall whose face was unreadable. I turned my back on him, facing the door.

"Don't you have to go for sound check?" I asked innocently. I heard him rise from the bed, sighing. I could sense him standing behind me but I didn't dare to look.

"Just tell me why you won't get back together with me," he asked, his thick Irish accent ringing in my ears. A question that I've been asking myself. I turned around to face him, still not sure of an answer. He looked at me, expecting an answer. I stared at his wet,pink lips, reminiscing how his lips felt on mine, -the warm ripples of pleasure throughout my body, the butterflies in my stomach. I missed that. I missed him. "Please," he pleaded, taking a step closer. Somehow, he had managed to back me up until my back pressed against the wall. He rested his arm on the wall, slightly above my head. I couldn't think clearly.

"Oh damn," I muttered as he crashed his lips to mine, closing the gap. He pushed me against the wall, his kiss full of passion. This is ridiculous. I pulled away, breathless. He took a step back. A smug grin plastered on his face.

"What?" I growled, annoyed at myself for being so vulnerable to his boyish charm. I didn't know exactly how good of a kisser I was for Niall WAS my first kiss. And to be completely honest, I wanted him to be my last.

"My last first kiss," I whispered, smiling to myself.

"I'd like that," he whispered to me. I blushed furiously, embarrassed that he'd heard that. I punched his chest playfully but before I could pull my hand back, he took my hand and held it to where his heart would be and kissed my fingers one by one,making my heart flutter again. I was still dizzy over the amazing kiss we shared. He chuckled. Curious, I looked up into his eyes with a quizzical look.

"You kiss me back," he stated simply. "Which means you still love me."

"Love is a strong word," I said, crossing my arms defensively. He pressed his lips to mine again,briefly. But that was enough to make me lose my balance.

"Fine, fine," I grumbled. He chuckled, hugging me close to his chest.

"I guess we're back together,huh?" He nodded.

"Definitely."

I smiled up at him, genuinely happy. Maybe this is what it's like to feel loved.Niall made me feel...extraordinary.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as he tugged my hand and led us out of my room, leaving my hey card behind.

"No no no wait!" I begged, as the door closed. "Niall! My key card was in there!"

He looked at me, while running. "You'll just have to sleep with me in MY room tonight then," he told me cheekily. I rolled my eyes, although he probably couldn't see it since my hair was all in my face as he pulled me roughly along.

"At least tell me where you're dragging me too," I pleaded with him. He looked back at me again, grinning cheekily.

"Sound check of course my little potato," he told me, making my eyes widen.
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