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?


14. Chapter 13

“Do you remember how many people showed up?” Niall said quietly, with arm wrapped around my waist. We stood in front of the grave, staring down at my father’s name on the stone. “In Loving Memory…” was all I could bare to read. I didn’t want to look at his name, or look at any of the other inscriptions.

“No, not really.” I said, choking up a little.

He looked at me and sighed. “I guess it’s not important.” He said, trying to usher me away. “Let’s go to the field, yeah?”

I nodded, trying to breathe normal. My breaths were short, and though I tried to make them normal, it wasn’t working. I just prayed that Niall didn’t notice.

We reached the field, sitting down in the spot we did when my father had originally died. Niall held my hand and kissed my cheek. “I know this is hard for you.” He whispered. “Jenny, I don’t want this to trigger anything.” He said, now talking about my disease.

“I’m fine.” I said shakily, swallowing slowly as to not choke. I could feel my throat closing gradually, my heart rate increasing, trying to pump the oxygen I had left to my body. I forced my hand to stop shaking as I let go of his hand and moved my hair out of my eyes, trying to remain normal.

Niall shook his head, breathing in slowly and tilting his head. He rested his chin on my shoulder and looked up at me, lightly kissing my jaw. “Jenny, come on.”

“I don’t know how much more I can take of this Niall.” I said, feeling the tears sting my eyes and wringing my hands together. He grabbed my hands and rubbed them slowly, trying to get me to stop shaking. He kissed below my ear and then kissed my cheek.

“Don’t cry baby. You’re going to get through this. We are getting through this.” He whispered, wiping away a tear with his thumb.

“I’m not going to survive Niall.” I said, feeling my arms lose complete control. My throat continued to close; slowly I felt light headed and ready to pass out.

“Don’t say that.” He said, grabbing my arms firmly and hugging me. “I love you too much for God to take you away from me. He wouldn’t do that to us; not now.”

I felt my lungs stop working, my eyes bugging out. I had to tell him I was sorry; sorry for not telling him sooner about my disease or telling him that I loved him sooner. Sorry that I had left to go to America way back when I was thirteen, and sorry for not getting a chance to spend the rest of my life with him. “Niall…I…” I croaked, tunnel vision closing quickly and making me go limp. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t open my eyes; but my hearing worked fine.

I heard Niall scream my name, trying to wake me up. I heard his sobs as he called an ambulance, frantically shaking me. He kissed me too many times to count, as if I was Snow White and he was my Prince, saving me. It didn’t work. I heard the sirens and Niall calling Harry. “Guys! Come to the hospital in Mullingar! Now!” He continued to scream for me, wanting me to wake up desperately. “Don’t leave me Jenny! I can’t live without you!” ----------------------------------------------- Ok. So I'm going to have two more chapters after this.. Hope you like it.

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