Riding A Rollercoaster (sequel to 'Promises')

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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?

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28. Heavy In Your Arms, Falling Asleep To Your Voice

*Jamie's P.O.V*

Groggy and groaning, I dragged myself out of bed, and crawled to the toilet. I couldn't bother to use my crutches because they were too much of a hassle. Besides, my injuries didn't hurt that much anymore. I paused occasionally to strip of a piece of clothing until I was mostly nude and peeled myself off the floor so that I could take a soothing, hot shower. Perhaps it'd make me feel better.

An hour later, (I took much longer than normal) I threw on some clothes and headed out into the kitchen, longing for a hot cup of tea. I didn't have a sore throat but I felt a cough developing. As I walked out of my room, I peered through my sisters' open doors and saw that they weren't in bed. It was a Saturday so they couldn't have been school. Then, I heard a commotion coming from the living room so I made my way over there to see what it was about. I thought of rolling on the floor instead of walking because my head was throbbing but it'd make the pain worse. I pressed my fingers to my forehead, suddenly realising I'd forgotten to comb my hair. I groaned at the thought of going back to the room so I combed my hair by running my fingers through it quickly as I walked to the living room. 

"You look horrible," Louis commented. I could hear his sneer of disgust. My head snapped up to look at the faces of all five boys, my eyes resting on the Irish one.

I grunted at Lou. "Why are you here?"

"Niall missed you too much last night. He kept mumbling your name is his sleep." I raised an eyebrow at Niall who gave me a sheepish grin. I broke into a smile. 

"I missed you too," I murmured. His smile widened.

"You look absolutely wrecked! Didn't you get any sleep last night?" Niall asked, opening his arms, gesturing for me to join him on the sofa. When I did, he greeted me with a light kiss. I smiled up at him, feeling slightly better. 

"Not much," I replied, my voice hoarse. 

"Did you get caught in the rain last night?" Lou asked cheekily. I raised one eyebrow at him, confused.

He tossed me a magazine. On the front page, there was a blurry picture of James and I last night. I groaned and threw it away, causing it to collide with a wall before landing on the floor.

It read; Lovers' Quarrel?

"He kissed me. I punched him," I stated simply, crossing my arms.

I saw a glimpse of Niall's smirk. "That's my girl," he murmured near my ear as he kissed the top of my head.

Zayn had one eyebrow raised. 

"I'm not sorry," I muttered. "He deserved it."

There was a brief moment of silence as my aunt walked in, and asked if we'd like some tea, to which I gratefully accepted.

"But enough about him. Don't you boys have a meeting today?" I remembered suddenly. We'd be leaving in a few days and a lot of planning needed to be put in to ensure everything went smoothly.

 

"Yeah," Liam nodded. "But Niall didn't want to go until he saw you."

Niall just wrapped his arms around me tighter and kissed the tip of my fingers.

"Don't worry. I'll still be here when you get back," I comforted him.

"Don't you want to go back to the flat? It's not the same without you," Niall suggested.

"Mkay," I answered drowsily. "Will you drop me off on the way to your meeting?"

"Yeah, sure," Liam replied, patting my knee as he sat down on the floor beside me to play with Darcy and Harry.

Afterwards, the boys helped me into the car after bidding farewell to my sisters. Although i didnt need my crutches anymore, the cast on my arm and foot still bothered me and caused me to wobble when i walked. So, the boys literally carried me into the car. As they did so, i noticed Niall was having trouble walking. So, once inside the car, i asked him what had happened to his knee.

"Me ligament tore the other day playing some derby. But dont worry, its nothing serious," he dismissed, intertwining his fingers with mine. He kissed my bruised knuckles that were a result of punching a man in his jaw. As he did so, we passed by HIS house but I barely glanced at James' flat as we drove past. He'd probably already left for the tour.

"Yeah, it's nothing big. The doctor just said that he needs to go for an operation soon," Zayn remarked, patting Niall's knee, who winced. 

"I'll be fine," Niall stated.

"Here, use my crutches. We're about the same height so they should be fine," I offered, passing him the crutches that Harry had placed neatly beside me.

While the boys teased Niall on his height, my mind drifted away and before I knew it,we'd reached the flat. Niall helped me inside onto the sofa before giving me a quick kiss and leaving with the boys. Not an hour later, the exhaustion took over and I drifted to sleep, listening to Take Me Home on my iPod that the boys had just bought for me a few days ago as a surprise.

*Niall's P.O.V*

I wasn't pleased at management's decision but I had no choice but to comply. With a heavy heart and preoccupied mind thinking of how to tell Jamie, I stepped into the flat. I immediately noticed that Jamie wasn't on the sofa, where I left her. I took off my jumper and headed for her room to find her. Once there, I heard running water from the toilet.

"Jamie, you in there?" I called, knocking on one closed door. 

"Yeah, come in," she said casually which was odd considering how she'd never let me see her naked. Pushing the hormones aside, I walked in, my back facing the bath.

"Hello my little leprechaun," she greeted cheerfully, sounding much better.

"Hi. You seem better," I commented, quickly looking away as my eyes glanced at a figure behind the shower curtains as I looked into the foggy mirror. 

"Yeah I feel much better so I decided to take a hot shower to relax. Anyway, how was the meeting?" 

I hesitated," it was alright, which reminds me, i need to tell you something."

"Oh okay. You can tell me when I get out. How's the knee?"

I grimaced."It's still as painful as when I left."

"Would you like to join me in here? The hot water is really relaxing," she offered. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You want me to get in the shower with you?"

"Yeah, if you want."

I thought about it. "Are you nude?"

Suddenly, I felt a splash of water on my back as Jamie laughed.

"Well you asked for it," I chuckled, getting in the shower, after slipping my shirt off.

"Well hello there blondie," she purred. I looked down at her and realised she was wearing a bra and short shorts. I frowned, not that she didn't look attractive, it's just that I was expecting...less.

Jamie snickered. "I was undressing when you knocked on the door," she told me, her wet hair sticking to her face. I smirked and put her hair behind her ears.

By now, my pants and body were soaked."I still find you extremely attractive," I whispered by her ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Did you lock the door?" she asked with difficulty as I kissed her neck.

"Mmhmm,'' I murmured, not like there was anyone in the flat except for us.

I brought my lips to hers, reaching behind her to turn the water tap off.

She pulled my body closer to hers as our kiss grew more intense. It was gentle but passionate. Her fingers knotted in my hair, my hands were firm against her waist. Our kiss deepened even more, until we both had pull away because we were breathless.

"What was it you wanted to tell me?" she asked as I left a trail of kisses down her neck.

"I forgot," I answered, as I resumed kissing her. It'd probably pop up in my head later.

 

 

 

 

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