The Boy Who Promised *sequel*

She's gone. Brianne is dead. Hit and killed by a drunk driver. Harry isn't taking it well, nobody is, but Harry and Tanya are taking it the worst. The accident was only two short months after the boys won the X-Factor as One Direction. Nobody saw it coming, how could they? Bree's family couldn't even press charges because it was a hit and run.

Life goes on, uneventful and dull. Nothing's the same without Brianne. Everyone who knew her missed her. Tanya doesn't talk to anyone except Niall anymore; and even then she's like a zombie. Staring blankly at the wall. She doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, and she barely ever moves.

But when one day a mysterious and strangely familiar girl enrolls at UAL, everything seems to change. Tanya begins to open up. She even drags her new friend to a One Direction concert.

Harry picks her out, he knows there's something familiar about her. Something so obvious that she's hiding away.


1. Prologue

   The pictures, though worn, faded, and tear stained due to my constant handling, are still clear to my eyes. I can remember every moment shown in them. As I flip through my photo album I can feel my tears building up once again, as per usual when I think about what my life used to be like. I miss friends, my family, but I miss my boyfriend most of all. Well, ex-boyfriend. I miss him so much it hurts. Sometimes I allow myself to listen to him on the radio, but most of the time I just switch the channel. Hearing his voice is too much for me to bear.

   Yes, he’s on the radio, with his band One Direction. You may have heard of them. Like most girls you might even be obsessed with them. Well I’m not. Directioners are the ones who ruined my life; they’ve threatened me, beaten me, and evidentially broken me. All because I was in love and loved.

   I don’t know who I am anymore; nobody does. She keeps it that way. Don’t bother asking me who ‘She’ is, because I don’t know. She doesn’t tell me her name, but She’s always there. She’s always watching me. She’s a fan I guess you could say, but her obsession got the best of her. I don’t blame her though, it’s not her fault that the boys are the way they are. They’re pretty irresistible, but I know them better than most, I know their flaws and I know their secrets. They’re not so perfect. Not even Harry, though he never told me why. Even though I was his girlfriend and I had threatened to leave him, he didn’t tell me, at least not before I had to leave.

   I’m sure you’re wondering what happened between Harry and I. I bet you’re curious as to who She is. You’re dying to know why I’m not with my family or friends at this very moment. Why I’m not allowed to see them. Why I don’t recognize myself when I look in the mirror every morning.

   I will tell you what I know. I, Brianne Smith, will tell you how I became Elora Myers.

   I will start will the basics. I used to be a blonde haired, blue eyed girl. I was happy, healthy, even in love. But nothing good lasts long, that’s what I’ve come to learn. I had a best friend named Tanya. She lives with her brother Cody and her boyfriend Niall, as in Niall Horan. I went to UAL with her in England which was our life’s dream. That’s all we ever wanted. I loved her as a sister and I still do. I would be with her right now if she wasn’t convinced I was dead.

   That’s what everyone believes these days. That’s what they’ve been led to believe of course, thanks to Her. She was jealous of my relationship with Harry I suppose. I guess I can’t help that though, and I can’t allow myself to dwell on the past.

   Niall was smart. He kept Tanya a secret when One Direction hit the scene. Harry, on the other hand, insisted on telling the world that I was his and he was mine. At the time it was heartwarming and romantic, but I didn’t imagine the type of consequences it would have. If I had only known the heartbreak, I would have prevented Harry from saying anything. But I didn’t. I didn’t know and I have nobody to blame for that.

   She’s made it impossible for me to see them anymore. She made me break up with Harry and She made me move to Scotland for a while. I’m back in England now though, after plastic surgery on my face and figure. Only minor adjustments so that nobody would recognize me, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t beautiful.

   I write novels now in my spare time. I publish them to various online websites just to put myself out there. I play guitar, a hobby I took up while hanging around Niall. He liked to teach me and I loved to learn. I work part-time at the local theater, doing stage design and lighting.

   But I miss my school. I received a message from Her yesterday. She said I’m allowed to return to UAL under the strict rule that I tell no one the truth. I must introduce and project myself as Elora Myers.

   Now, I have given you my basic outline. My basic life summary. If you desire more information, you can read on. If not, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to burden you with my troubles.

   I am Elora Myers, and this is my story.


   Well, first of all I would like to apologize for this being sooooooo late! I haven't been online in a good month or so and I'm so sorry for that! I beat myself up about it every day I see my writing notebook.

   But, you should know that I completely rewrote this story plot line. Which is another reason for the tardiness of my update. I just felt this plot line will fit in better with he first story.

   If you haven't read The Boy With The Irish Accent yet, please read that now! You won't be disappointed and it will make this story make much more sense!

   The contest is still on! If you aren't familiar with the contest, refer to the very last chapter of The Boy With The Irish Accent!

   Please don't forget to tell me what you think about this prologue! I want to here you feedback and opinion!!!!!! :)  

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