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.

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


2. Who am I?

''Dad?'' I call, wondering how I got here. How did I get home? The last thing I remember was the feeling of rain hitting my body, soaking me. My memory was fuzzy - I couldn't think clearly. His back was turned to me. I was on my bed. I tried to move my arms and feet so that I could get up but I realised they were tied to the bedposts so that I was lying on my back, limbs outstretched. This was all too familiar. Immediately, I regretted running away. My punishment was going to be severe. I broke out into soft sobs, praying my dad wouldn't go after my sisters after he was done with me. I heard the shuffling of feet, accompanied by grunts. My dad must be drunk again. Then, I felt a hand on my thigh,making me flinch. My breath got caught in my throat. I bit down on my tongue, it was the only thing that prevented me from screaming. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction that he wanted. From my peripheral view, I saw him approaching me from the side. He wreaked of alcohol. What was he going to do next? Hit me? Slap me? Or better yet, stab me, like he had just a week ago. The scars on my body told the story of my life. Nobody knew about them.

''What a pretty little girl,'' he purred, stroking me cheek with his thumb. I looked away - it was revolting. I wanted the father I knew. The man that loved his family, would do anything to protect them. The man that I loved and admired. Where was he? I tried, although to no avail, to distract myself as my father's hand travelled from my neck, to my shoulder, then stomach, down to my thigh. I was mentally cringing inside but I knew if I retaliated, it'd be worse. He started to unbutton my shirt. I thrashed around, desperate to keep his fingers off me. What was he doing? He'd never done this before.

He was persistent - he kept undoing my buttons till my scar-filled bodice was revealed. My mouth was gagged - all you could hear were muffled sounds. I was begging for him to stop.

''I wonder what you look like under all these clothes,'' he wondered, grinning devilishly. He got on top of me and my eyes widened as he started to unbutton my jeans. NO. He wouldn't do this. I was his daughter. My virginity was all I had left. Desperate, I thrashed around with all the energy I could muster. It knocked him to the ground. I was screaming and somehow, the cloth slid down so that my mouth was free and my voice was loud and clear.

''Help! PLEASE! Anybody. HELP!''

My father recovered and clamped his hand to my mouth. ''No one can hear you, bitch. You're all alone, and I can use you to my disposal.''

I broke into uncontrollable sobs, screaming in utter hopelessness.

'''s alright. You're safe,'' I heard a faint voice. I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my body as the person held me close. I could smell his cologne.

''What happened mate?'' I heard another voice say. I heard shuffling and felt some people sit down on the bed. I forced my eyes open.

''I think she had a nightmare,'' he continued. ''Wake up, love. Wake up,'' he pleaded.

''Where...where am I?'' I sat up and moved away from him so that my back was to the wall. I brought my legs close to my knees. My body was sore and my lip was aching but I forced myself to deal with the pain. I looked around. I wasn't in my bedroom. And who were this five strangers who were crowded around me?

''Jamie? Do you remember us? I'm Niall,'' the blonde one said. Niall. That sounded familiar. Then, the memories of last night flooded my mind. These boys had found me in the alley way, behind the rubbish dump. They brought me to their flat. They must be famous because they had bodyguards as we walked to the car. They gave me food - that was actually warm! They gave me clothes that didn't have holes in them. And they even let me take a shower. Somewhere along the way, I had fallen asleep and one of them had carried me up to the room.

I nodded as everything fit into place. ''Thank you,'' I croaked. Their eyes widened.

''You don't have to thank us,'' Niall said after he regained his composure.

''If you don't mind us asking, why were you...there, yesterday?'' a black-haired one said.

I contemplated whether to tell them - people I barely knew.

''I um..have to go,'' I lied. I had nowhere to go but I didn't want to tell them about my life. Because then they'd pity me. Which I hated. I tried to get up.

''No wait, please, stay,'' a curly haired one said, his voice deep and husky.

''Yeah, at least till the doctor checks you out,'' a blue eye, brown hair one said. Boy, I wish I knew their names. WAIT, DOCTOR? no, I can't let them see the scars.

''No, I'm fine. I just need to go...''I insisted, getting up.

''Well, let us introduce ourselves first, at least,'' the one with a birthmark on his neck said. Reluctantly, I nodded. I wanted to put names to these kind faces. They all smiled at me.

''Well, I'm Liam. The sensible one,'' he declared, grinning. ''Nice to meet you, Jamie.''

''And I'm Louis 'Tommo' Tomlinson,'' the blue eyed one said, winking. ''Nice to meet you, mi lady.''

''Zayn. I'm the vain one,'' the tanned black-haired one said, chuckling. He had a blonde streak on his quiff. Well, all of them except Liam and the curly haired one had a bouffant hair-do.

''Harry. The uh..flirt,'' the curly haired introduced himself, smiling sheepishly. ''Nice to meet you.''

''And as you know, I'm Niall. I eat a lot,'' he told me, smiling proudly. I laughed at his confession. To be honest, I had quite an appetite too.

''You should laugh more oftten,'' Harry commented and they all nodded in agreement. I smiled at them, casting me eyes down.

''Nice to meet you all too,'' I whispered. I guess it's time to go. I got up and was about to leave when the door opened and a pleasant-looking, middle-aged lady stepped in, closing the door behind her.

''Hello. Which one is Jamie?'' she asked, smiling at me. I turned around to look at the boys who had sympathetic looks on their faces. I cursed under my breath. It's be rude to leave now..

''Well, I'm Jennifer,'' Louis joked, lightening the mood. I raised my hand in mock defeat. I did'nt really want to talk anymore. The lady brought me back to the bed to sit down.

''Hi Jamie, I'm Doctor Roberts. I'll just be checking your vital signs. Is that okay?''

I nodded. She checked my heartbeat and stuff. But then when she tried to push my sleeve up, I stopped her and shook my head. The boys looked at me curiously.

''I need to take a look, honey. Don't worry,'' she comforted. I hesitated. If I refused, she'd just keep trying. So, I let her, closing my eyes. When she did, I heard gasps from around the room. I guess they must've seen the scars - the bruises, cuts that had healed.

''Who..did that to you?'' Zayn asked, his voice shaking slightly. I did'nt answer him.

''Would you mind if you lifted your shirt, Jamie?'' the doctor asked. I looked around and saw their faces. Might as well. I lifted it until below my bust line.

''God,'' I heard Niall mutter. I winced as she pressed the stab wound that hadn't completely healed yet.

''Turn around, please,'' the doctor continued, her voice full of concern. Her forehead was creased in worry. I did as I was instructed. I lifted my shirt.

''I need some air,'' I heard Niall murmur, followed by ''Yeah'' s from the other boys. The door slammed shut behind them, making me jump slightly. I guess they couldn't stand seeing the scars - I was too ugly.

I turned back around to see the doctor's lips turned into a frown. ''What happened to you, Jamie?''

I stared back at her.

''I should go,'' I told her, hurrying out.


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