Promises (A Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Everybody deserves to know the entire family story, from the grandparents to the parents, or even more. So does Chloë Delmare.
It's not enough for her to know her father is half Italian and half Greek and her mother died because of cancer, she does want to know the whole story. From A to Z.
Why doesn't she know her father personally? What happened to the rest of her family?

After her mother's death, Chloë lived with her childhood friend Niall Horan and his family. Knowing the day would come when she would have to move out and try to live on her own. Alone. But when Niall decides to go to The X-Factor, Chloë knows, he'll have a bright future but they'll never see each other again.
At the young age of 16, Chloë moves to Wolverhampton to the Payne-family. A nice family with heart. But she misses her old friend, starts to recognize she has feelings for him and regrets secretly everything.

Two years later, when the day came and the letter Niall have wrote her, she immediately travels


2. No footsteps on the ground


  I ran with my trembling fingers over the dress I wore. I ran over and over again, over a beautiful green dress - mint green, the only bright colour I would keep wearing. A colour my mum loved so much. »Louise, you are so nervous!« Maura giggled when she came into my room. She wore the same dress and looked stunning. Like always. I was just the "invisible" one, the one who always wore grey or black and never laughed. 

  »Keep calm, it's just your birthday party!« She kept saying to me, but came over to the mirror I was standing before.  »Yours too, Maura. Don't forget that!« I tried to manage in a quiet and relaxed voice but it came furious and rough out of my mouth. »I'm sorry.« She shrugged her shoulders and looked at me with her blue eyes. 
  We were just normal teenage girls, age 16, enjoying our lives. Like I said, totally normal. Maura was my best friend, since childhood, since birth! Our mums didn't know each other, but were something like room mates in the hospital we were born, we came at the same time to earth, since then, our mothers' friendship was unbreakable, like ours. 
  »It will be fine, Louise. I mean it's our 16th birthday! There's nothing to worry about!« I looked to the ground, ready to go downstairs and celebrate our birthdays. But ready was something I wasn't. I was wishing the ground to open that I could disappear. Although I knew that nothing would happen.



  Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go. You have made my life complete and I love you so. Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill. For, my darlin' I love you and I always will...
  I looked  into the pouring rain. To drive by drain to different cities has always been something that inspired me.
  I looked outside and saw just trees and forests. And rain, falling down from the grey heaven like tears streaming down my face when I think about Niall. Niall, we haven't talked to each other since a few months, he was too busy recording his band's and his new album that he forgot about me. The tears were welling up again when I pressed pause on my iPod. I looked to my mobile phone - still no message, neither did someone call me. My phone was like me, alone. 
  I sat in the train since half an hour. 30 minutes full of Elvis Presley's heart melting music and stupid 30 minutes full of sickness. 
  Love me tender, love me long, take me to your heart. I pressed play again, whether Love me tender wasn't the right song to overcome my love sickness - or what else I had - or  to forget about my past, I had to hear it. I had to. For it's there that I belong and we'll never part. Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill. For, my darlin' I love you and I always will... 
  I didn't know if I should stop playing this song, I heard it for a hundred times the whole morning. I looked down to my wrist, to the watch. A green watch, green... It reminded me of... Niall. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and tried to breath slowly. Breath in, breath out. Chloë, you really had to change something, I thought but laughed quietly. Sure, I moved to London (where Niall lived), wore a watch in green (Niall's favourite colour) and wore right now a jacket which belonged to ... (Drum roll, please) Niall. Wow, I thought but looked straight to my watch. 40 minutes over, the time flies by so fast. I rolled my eyes, it was 8 o'clock in the morning, I slept for 3 hours in the night and I'm out of Liam's parents' house since, more or less, half past six. 
  Since then I didn't sleep, or when I closed my eyes I saw the guys. These five crazy lads. 
 Love me tender, love me dear, tell me you are mine. I'll be yours through all the time till the end of time. Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill. For, my darlin' I love you and I always will.
I shook my head. I had to hear something else, before I broke up in tears and talked to the next best person about my best friend (who is an almost famous singer now), my best friend I had feelings for before it all started.


  I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom, for me and you. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world... I looked to Liam who was sleeping next to a lovely cup of tea, hot and fruity. Looking down to my red, fruity tea and a snoring Liam next to me, I enjoyed the morning, even when I'd rather stay in my bed instead of sitting in the kitchen, waiting that someone makes the breakfast for me. 
  I see skies of blue and clouds of white, the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world... I closed my eyes for a second and inhaled the smell of my tea. I could almost taste it on my tongue, the taste of strawberries and other berries. So fruity and delicious, with so much sugar, it could destroy my teeth. 
  The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky. Are also on the faces, of people going by. I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do. They're really saying, I love you. I hear babies cry, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more, than I'll never know. And I think to myself, what a wonderful world. Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world...


  There were three hours left. Three hours full of wasting time, doing nothing. 
  I'm standing on the bridge, I'm waiting in the dark. I thought that you'd be here by now, there's nothing but the rain. No footsteps on the ground, I'm listening but there's no sound. The last few hours I tried to sleep but I could barely stop thinking and concentrating in things which already passed by. Nothing was worse than having no sleep, well, in my case, the worst thing was having no mum. 
  Isn't there anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home. It's a damn cold night, I try to figure out this life. Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new. I don't know who you are, but I, I'm with you. I'm with you... I stopped the music, I turned off my iPod, I couldn't take it anymore. The more sad songs I heard, the more I had to cry. But that was the last thing I wanted to. 
   Welcome to London! I could hear the train driver through the loudspeaker system. I rolled my eyes and collected my stuff to go out of this train. I smoothed my clothes. I wore dark skinny jeans, with a neon pink shirt and black vans. My hair was in my natural curls. Long, dark and soft. I caught up my baggage to leave the train as fast as I could. It was the first time that I was in London. I didn't know where to go, what to take. I just had a letter with an address, a phone number and enough hope to survive, if I had to. 
    Dearest Chloë,
   I don't know whose fault it is, maybe it's mine, maybe it's yours. Or our fault?
 I let you go and you let me go, knowing that our future would be great and bright. 
But please, love, come to me, I miss you. 

  Sorry for the shortness, the words I want to tell you, I want to tell you, not write you. 
    With so much love,

  I looked at the letter, again and again. It seemed like the letter would be the only thing I had to survive, the only thing which gave me hope. »Niall...« I whispered and grinned like a jerk. »You said my name?« A familiar Irish accent asked from behind, don't knowing that it was me. I turned around, slowly, and looked at him. »Chloë?« He asked again, rubbing his eyes, thinking he was asleep and it was only just a dream. 
  I thought so too, but I moved closer and hugged him tight. And no, he wasn't a dream, he was real and he was standing right in front of me. 



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