Riding A Rollercoaster (sequel to 'Promises')

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  • Published: 29 Dec 2012
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Life is great for Jamie Sullivan. Everything seems to be falling place. She has her family around her and she's having the time of her life with the boys One Direction-Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik and the love of her life, Niall Horan. And she is truly, genuinely happy. She couldn't possibly ask for anything more. But nothing is permanent. When a stranger somehow connected to her past enters her life, things start to change. How will these 'changes' affect the relationships between Jamie and the boys, especially the one with Niall? Will this stranger make Jamie's life better than it already is? Or will she lose the happiness she's been trying so hard to hold on to?


19. Candy Floss and all things sweet

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* Zayn's P.O.V*

 Perrie and I were trying to spend as much time together as we possibly could before we both had to go on tour. Jamie made us realise that nothing is permanent and it scared us - to think that there could be a possibility where one of us could just...disappear. We were still in Niall's flat, waiting for any sign of Jamie, and we were out on the balcony, overlooking London. People were walking on the streets, although it was past midnight, minding their own business. You could see the outline of the London Eye from here. It was a blurry image since it was so far in the distance but it was still magnificent sight. It reminded me of Jamie and her exhilaration when Niall took her there for the first time. We all knew that she was bouncing in her seat the whole time we drove Niall and her there, but she showed none of it. She was always able to contain her emotions frighteningly well. I could tell Niall missed her terribly - he'd locked himself in her room the whole time we got back. We all missed her. It'd only been a few hours but Niall kept telling us that 'something isn't right'. He hasn't even eaten a single bite since we got back. And if you knew Niall, you'd KNOW that he isn't  himself - that it uncharacteristic of him not to be eating something every five minutes.

  I wrapped my arm around Perrie, drawing her closer. She sighed happily in her arms and she wrapped her arms around my waist, her head resting on my shoulder. I inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo and I smiled as she looked up at me. I moved a strand of her hair out of her eyes. Her hair made me think of candy floss. Or maybe it was her chewing on candy a lot of the time. 


"I wish we could stay like this forever," she murmured, her sweet breath pervading my senses. 

"Yeah," I agreed, hugging her tighter. "We'll get through this," I assured her. I knew how she felt, how worried she was that we weren't spending enough time together and that we were drifting apart. It's been difficult. Both of us have been so busy and we barely have time to be together.  But my philosophy was that if two people were truly in love with each other and were meant to be, they'd always find a way back to each other, no matter what.

"I know," she answered, burying her face into my chest.

"Well come on then, we better head back inside. It's getting late and cold," I suggested as I heard a door open. "We should probably head back home and get some rest. And I should probably talk to Niall. Do you mind waiting for a me a little while?" 

She looked up at me. "Of course I'll wait for you. No matter how long."

I bent down to press my lips to hers. As I led her back into the flat, we heard a loud commotion. When we reached the living room, Niall, Louis and Liam were having a heated conversation while Harry, oblivious to his surroundings, was sprawled out on the sofa, snoring away. Perrie went off to sit on a stool in the kitchen. 

"What's happening?" I asked, without the Pakistani accent I'd usually do. It didn't feel like this was the appropriate time. Niall looked miserable and they all had exhaustion scrawled on their faces. 

"Niall seems to have gone completely mad," Louis growled. Niall gritted his teeth. His fists were clenched by his sides, his tendons turning white. 

"Maybe you're the one that's completely bonkers,mate!" Liam retorted as Louis turned to glare at him. 

"Oh come on Lou. Niall's just worried about Jamie. How would YOU feel if El went missing and didn't tell you where she was?" I asked him, trying to make him see a different perspective. But he's always been stubborn.

"Well, I know that Eleanor would be able to take care of herself,'' he muttered. See what I mean?

"What are you saying?" Niall grunted. I placed my hand on Niall's chest as I saw him get closer to Lou, looking ready to pounce. 

"Take it easy,mate," I warned him. Lou smirked at him. Sometimes, Lou was just too much.

"It's your fault she left," I heard Niall whisper, barely audible.

"What?" Lou asked incredulously in his thick Manchester accent.

To prevent this situation from escalating, I stepped in between the both of them.

"That's enough, you two," Liam ordered, his voice full of authority-which meant that he was serious. "It's nobody's fault that Mira had to be put down or why Jamie left," Liam clarified, his eyes fixed on Niall. 

"Mind if I talk to you for a bit,Niall?" I put my arm around his shoulder and led him to Jamie's room, closing the door behind us. Niall started pacing from one end of the room to another as I resigned myself to sitting on the edge of the bed. Niall was worried about her.

"Everything's going to be alright," I told him slowly.

"No!" he yelled. "Nothing is 'alright'," he exclaimed, glaring at me. "Jamie's not here." He sucked in a deep breath, his words faltering slightly. He was shaking, his eyes were red. "Where could she be?" he murmured, sitting beside me. 

"She's probably at a friend's place," I suggested, offering him a logical explanation. 

"But what if something's happened to her? I've tried calling her and even used the lads' phone but still no reply," he told me miserably, biting on his fingernails. He'd gotten rid of that bad habit but it would occasionally return, especially when he was nervous of anxious or feeling overwhelming stress, all of which he was facing now. Along with frustration."I even tried contacting James!"

"Did it ever occur to you that perhaps, she doesn't want to speak to you?"

"It's all my fault, isn't it? All those things I said to her," he muttered, his voice breaking. Seeing Niall cry was indescribable. It made you feel guilty. "She'll never forgive me."

"It's not. She just needs a little time," I comforted him. "And she'll forgive you. She has before,hasn't she?" He looked away, his eyes staring into the distance.

"Something's not right. I can feel it," he told me. He stood back up and started pacing again, this time looking through her drawers and belongings.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find anything that will help tell us where she went," he replied curtly. 

"Hold on,mate." He ignored me, still frantically searching through her belongings. "Niall," I called, louder this time, but he was preoccupied.

"You really love her, don't you?"

This time, he stopped what he was doing and looked at me, with an unreadable expression of his face. 

"More than words," he replied sullenly. Then, he let out a small sardonic laugh. "Aren't I pathetic?"

"No,mate, not at all." I smiled encouragingly at him. Jamie is his first serious girlfriend since X-Factor. Since we were catapulted into fame. 

He continued to search for clues on her desk, sifting under papers. Then, he came upon a framed picture of Jamie and him, with the carnival that they visited during their first date in the background. They had candy floss stuck to the side of their faces and in their hair, presumably from a candy floss fight and were grinning like two teenagers giddy with love. She makes him happy. And that's all that matters. 

"But what if she doesn't? What's left for her here? The paparazzi, the hate from some of the fans...And to add on to that, we barely get enough time to spend it together.If I was her, I wouldn't want to come back either," he whispered, as he caressed the picture.

"You," I stated. "She loves you. You're enough to make her want to stay. She'll come back. She always does."

I stood up slowly and stretched, the exhaustion taking its effect. I made my way to the door, trying not to drag my feet.


I looked back as Niall called me.

"Thanks," he said gratefully, in his Irish accent that made it sound like the military vehicle. I nodded, acknowledging his thanks, smiling slightly.


I closed the door behind me gently and made my way to the kitchen to get Perrie, who was yawning away. We held hands as we silently made our way back to the living room, where Harry was just about to wake up, trying to blink the sleep away.

"Well, we're going off to get some sleep.Call me if anything happens," I told Liam,who nodded, as Perrie and I dragged our feet out the front door. "Come on Perrie."

*Niall's P.O.V*

I was feeling utterly lost. I didn't have a clue where Jamie was and it annoyed me. If anything happened to her...

I ran my fingers through my hair as I scrolled through my phone, checking for any messages or calls. None. Frustrated, I threw my phone against the wall, but fortunately not hard enough to break anything. Once I calmed myself down, I trudged my way over to pick up the phone and realised that the Twitter app had been opened. I resigned myself to sitting on the floor, my knees up to my chest as I ignored my mentions and visited Jamie's page. I scrolled through her tweets and smiled. She talks an awful lot about food. 

I think I'm obsessed with macaroni and cheese. I loooooove it! But not as much as you know who. Love you, my little leprechaun! xoxo @NiallOfficial

She had tweeted that not to long ago when she tagged along our trip to the US. That was the first time she tried macaroni and cheese. 

I'm gonna get that boy...grr..NO ONE messes with me and my food.

That was meant for me, I knew. I had eaten up all her favourite crisps and when she found out, she was relatively calm. I thought she didn't mind. But I found out how wrong I was to assume that it'd be okay to 'mess with her food' when, the next day, I read about me tweeting something about a 'massive spot on my bum'. I had foolishly forgotten to log out of my Twitter account when I borrowed her phone. She's an intelligent girl, that one. How could she be cute and sexy at the same time? She would've gotten mad at me for calling her sexy but...she's not here. I gritted my teeth and tossed my phone on the bed and continued sifting through her belongings, when I came upon a Biology textbook in one of her drawers. When I flipped through it, there were neatly written notes in the side margins of the pages, alongside drawings and sketches. It seemed like Jamie actually understood all of this. On the other hand, none of it made sense to me. Except when it came to the reproductive cycle of humans. I contemplated reading it out of curiosity but then I saw words such as 'zygote' and 'gamete' as slammed the book shut.

I noticed a Chemistry book in the same drawer and flipped through it too. I was desperate. But then I saw phrases such as 'disproportionation' and 'electronegativity' so, once again, I tossed the book outside. I groaned out of frustration.

I heard the lads laughing outside but I concentrated on what I was doing nonetheless. Sighing, I reopened the book, flipping through more pages. 

I spotted a doodling of my name and hers within a heart. Below the heart were the words ' I promise'. It made me smile. As I was about to turn onto the next page to see what else was inside, my phone went off so I leaped over to get it and answered it.

"Jamie?" I asked, out of breath.

"It's me, mate. James." He coughed and cleared his throat.

"Oh. Do you know where Jamie is?" 

"Hold on,Niall. Let me explain," he told me nervously. He knew something.

"I don't want any fucking explanation," I growled. "WHERE IS SHE!"

 There was a long pause as I waited for an answer. My mouth went dry as he mumbled the words that I prayed I'd never hear.

"She's in the hospital, Niall. Jamie...she was...Jamie was in a car accident."







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