Pinkie Promises

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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?

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13. Chapter 12

1 Month Later

“Jenny!” Niall said, frantically running around the flat, finding everything he could.

“What is it Niall?” I said, sitting on the couch with my suitcases sitting on the floor next to me. We were going to go to Ireland for a few days; just to visit with family, and specifically to visit my father’s grave. I hadn’t been there in forever, afraid of what I would do when I got there. Niall said that it might be too stressful for me, and he might be right, but I don’t care; I want to go.

“Do you know where my pants are?” He said, coming out to the living room in only his boxers and a snapback.

I laughed at shook my head. “What about your shirt too?”

He widened his eyes and looked down. “Shit, Jenny you need to help me find this stuff!”

I stood up, following him to the bedroom and opening the suitcase he had stuffed full of his clothes. I threw some shorts and one of his tank tops at him. “Here, now go get dressed properly. We have to leave.”

He sighed in relief. “Thanks babe.” He ran up to me quickly and kissed my cheek, then slid on his shirt and began jumping around, trying to put on his shorts. “Why is this so difficult?” He mumbled.

I shook my head again, taking his suitcases and bringing them to the door.

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The plane ride was one of the most boring things on the planet. Sure, Niall sat next to me, telling jokes and kissing me every once and awhile to distract me from my boredom, but I still felt like a lump on a log. My phone was shut off, I didn’t read, and the movie was in German. Who plays a German movie on a plane to Ireland? I know I wouldn’t…

“Babe, maybe you should get some sleep.” Niall whispered in my ear, tickling my neck.

I scrunched up my nose at the thought, and breathed in deeply. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ll be your pillow!” He said, shifting in his seat so as to let his chest be more open to me to lie on. “You know you want to.” He whispered again, seductively.

I shook my head, leaning on him anyways just to get him to be quiet. “Happy?”

He put his arm around me, bringing his other hand up to my cheek and stroking it with the back of his hand. “Yes, I’m happy.” He kissed the top of my head, reaching for the blanket that the attendant had given to us. “Now go to sleep.”

“Fine.” I said with a small smile, already feeling my breaths beginning to get short. How long did I have left?

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We got to the hotel and I was already having issues with breathing. I couldn’t tell Niall though, he was all excited to be back in Mullingar and I couldn’t let him worry again. My legs felt like they were going to give way by the time we got up there, and so I sat on the couch, trying to cover it up.

“How you doing Princess?” He said, carrying in his suitcase. He looked at me with his blue eyes, reminding me of the sky.

“I’m doing good. Kind of hungry though.” I said. He needs to leave, just for a minute. A minute is all I need to control myself.

He smiled, grabbing his wallet and opening the door. “I’ll be back in a flash.” He said, heading down to what I assumed was the kitchen to the hotel. He wouldn’t waste time. I still had trouble breathing, and my hands were beginning to shake.

P.S I Love You popped into my head as I looked at the flat screen on the wall. A light bulb went off in my head as I grabbed a pen and a notepad, writing quickly. I knew this was the only time I had left; both to live and to write anything to Niall. What would I tell him? Time went by too quickly as I heard Niall’s singing from down the hall, and I began panicking. I ran to his suitcase and stuffed the pages in there before he walked in, finding me standing in front of the door. “Can we go to the cemetery now?” I asked, not wanting him to see what I had written yet.

He looked at me, confused, and held up a bag of food. “I guess we can, but don’t you want to unpack first?”

I shook my head and grabbed his hand. I hope he doesn’t notice I’m shaking. “Nah, let’s go now. I want to see my father.”

“Chicken wing?” He asked, letting me pull him along. He was oblivious.

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