Pinkie Promises

Jenny is an 18 year old girl who was best friends with Niall Horan 5 years ago when they were thirteen. But her father dies, and her family has to move to the United States, and she has to leave Niall.
Years later she reunites with him, and him and another member of One Direction have a secret crush on her. But later she finds out she has a deadly illness that can kill her any minute. What is she going to do when the stress is just to much on her?


11. Chapter 10

I opened the door to Niall’s flat, listening for any sound of movement, but nothing happened. I shut the door, threw my jacket on the couch and looked around. There was a lamp and small table knocked over, and papers everywhere. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. “Niall…” I whispered.

I made my way up the stairs and looked down the dark deserted hallway. His door was shut, and light peeking from under the door. I walked to his door and knocked. “Niall?”

No sound from him. I peeked through his door after I opened it, hoping to at least see him on the bed, but he wasn’t there. His drawers were open and his clothes were strewn all over the place. Did he…leave? I walked to the middle of the room and looked around. His suitcases were still here so he couldn’t have left permanently…but my heart still hurt.

The door to his bathroom was closed. I pressed my ear against the door and listened. The shower was running. Oh thank god…he didn’t leave. The question now…would he speak to me?

I knocked lightly on the door. “Niall?” No sound. “Niall I know you can hear me.” I said louder. I waited a minute but he still hadn’t come out.

I opened the door, sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. I knew Niall would find out eventually, but I didn’t want it to get this bad. He was upset, I knew it. I need to talk to him. I have to. I opened my eyes and sat up. He was still in the shower, still the only sound to be heard was the water running. No jokes, his sweet voice, contagious laughter…nothing.

I don’t know why, but as I sat there, my father’s funeral popped into my head. And what Niall and I said to each other that day. “Niall? You remember when we were kids? And at my father’s funeral…I asked you if you believed everything happened for a reason?” He said nothing.

“And you said you did because god has plans for us? That’s what I think. Please Niall. I need to know if you’re okay.” Still no sound. I stood up and walked to the shower.

“Niall? I know you can hear me. I need you to talk to me. Please?” I heard him sniffle and take a deep breath. Was he crying?

“Niall…” I whispered, sticking my hand into the shower, hoping he would take it…but he didn’t. I sighed and pulled my hand back. This was ridiculous.

“Niall. Do I have to come in there? I need you to talk to me.”

“Yes…” a small voice said. I paused and slowly climbed in the shower, clothes and all, and saw him against the wall, biting his lip and fighting back tears. I didn’t care that I was in my clothes. I stepped under the water and joined him on the floor, his red eyes meeting mine. His damp blonde hair hung in his eyes and his bottom lip trembled as he tried to stifle his sobs.

His red eyes met my gaze. “Jenny…what…what are you doing?” he whispered as I turned the water to warm.

“What are YOU doing?” I asked, taking his hands in mine. They were…so cold. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, leaning his head against the tiled wall.

“I…I had to cool down…” he sobbed. “I was so mad at myself…not noticing how sick you were…and…” he was crying so hard, his tears mingling with the water from the shower. I wrapped my arms around him and held his shaking body close to me, resting my chin on his shoulder. He held me close and pressed his face into the crook of my neck, loud sobs escaping his lips.

“Niall…” I said, kissing his cheek. “I didn’t want you to find out. It’s gonna be okay…”

“But I feel…so guilty..” he cried.

“Niall stop. Don’t feel guilty. Please stop this.” I said rubbing small circles on his back. He gripped my wet shirt in his hands and shook his head. My heart broke.


“I know what I said that day…” he sobbed. “and now I regret it.” I pulled away and looked him in the eyes, placing my hands on his shoulders. His tears were mingling  with the water from the shower.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because God’s taking away my baby.” he whispered. He hung his head as more sobs escaped his lips. I bit my lip and pulled his shivering body against mine as he sobbed violently.

“Shhh…it’s gonna be okay Niall.” I said softly. He shook his head and held me closer.

We sat there for god knows how long. I tried to comfort him, and eventually, he calmed down. I pulled away from his and looked into his red eyes. He whimpered and fresh tears filled his eyes.

“Babe why are you still crying?” I asked, cupping his face in my hands.

“Don’t let go. I need to hold you…feel your warmth..and feel that you’re still alive.” he whispered.

My heart shattered. I gently pushed his damp locks out of his eyes and pressed my lips to his. He put his hands on my hips and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing him more into me. I needed to feel him. He groaned with pleasure, pulling my body into his. I placed my hand against his chest and trailed little kisses down his neck. He threw his head back against the tile and gasped.

I smiled under the kisses, feeling satisfied I made him feel like this. I felt his hand slowly trail down towards my inner thigh. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and sighed. That felt…so damn good. I didn’t want this to stop. My lips soon met his again and I turned the shower off, not breaking the kiss, and we stood up. We stumbled out of the shower and he picked me up bridal style, carrying me to our room.

“Niall…” I whispered. “We…we gotta change.” I murmured, pulling away. he groaned and stomped to his closet. I smiled, running to dry my hair with a towel, throwing on some shorts and one of his t-shirts, climbing into bed. He emerged from his closet, wearing sweats. His hair was all tousled from drying it with a towel, and I wanted every inch of him.

He jogged to the bed and climbed in with me, wrapping his arms around my torso, pulling me close to him. I rested my head on his chest and he rubbed my back as we sat there in the darkness.

There couldn’t have been a more perfect moment. I was laying here with the man I loved, not having a care in the world. His strong arms made me feel safe, the smell of his cologne wafting over me calmed me instantly. It was a familiar smell; calming and reassuring.

Suddenly, my hands started shaking. Shit. Not now. Niall felt them and tensed, pulling me to sit up. He gently took my hands in his and rubbed them slowly, his touch so gentle. I looked at our hands intertwined, and back up at Niall. His eyes were filled with worry and concern, as he rubbed my shaking hands, trying to get them to stop, and eventually they did.

“Thank you Niall…” I whispered, kissing his forehead. He shrugged.

“The doctor said it would help if I rubbed your hands, arms and any other part of your body that was shaking. It would ease the strain and tension he said.” he furrowed his brow and looked up at me.

“He also said…that when you stopped breathing…he said…” he shook his head and bit his lip. I rubbed the back of his neck.

“Niall. Don’t think about it now. Please.” he nodded and sniffed, putting a small smile on his face.

“I’ll go see the doctor tomorrow. Okay?” he nodded and kissed my hands.

“Thank you princess.” he whispered. He leaned in for another kiss and our lips met, Niall pulling me back down on the bed.

Check out my new Movella. Its called Until Your Mine. The chapter are all typed out on my computer, so I started Until Your Mine. There is five more chapters to Pinkie Promises. Thank you. I know that there isn't a lot of chapters, but I think its a pretty good story. thank you :)

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