I Promise

Katheryne has a habit of making promises she can't keep, she keeps getting peoples hopes up, only to let them down.
If Ireland is her only escape from her unsatisfying home life, and she's made yet another promise to her boyfriend back home. Will meeting Niall Horan cause her to break her promise leaving her in a deadly situation and haunting story? Is Niall's love strong enough for Katheryne to become emotionally stable again?

Unfortunately you can't always run away from yourself.


9. Kiss it Better


I held Niall's hand as we walked down Dundas square in Toronto. I started to giggle when we passed the One Direction store. "Aw fuck..." he swore and then said something in Gaelic. Obviously another swear word. Girls were screaming. "IS THAT NIALL HORAN?" Young Girls were everywhere.

"Run!" Niall said. We couldn't stop and speak to the fans because of the chance of paparazzi catching us. We turned the corner and ran into a little restaurant. We made our way into the back near the bathrooms. "Ridiculous... Not again" Niall was pissed. "Hmm...." I smiled "I have an idea" I pulled him into the unisex bathroom. I pulled out my makeup. "What the fuck? You aren't putting that on me!" Niall turned into an instant little boy. "Do you want to make it out of here notice or not?" I asked him. He pouted and sat down on the toilet. "Thought so." I winked at him. I took some eyebrow powder and drew a mustache on him. I couldn't stop laughing when I did. He looked awful and I couldn't help but giggle at him. Niall crossed his arms. "You think you're so funny don't you? I reckon you'll be noticed by the fans too. So here, let me help you out love." Niall smeared brown powder down my cheek. I gasped "Niall James Horan! I turned the tap on and ran my hand in the cold water. I flicked the freezing cold water at Niall. He jumped up "Holy shit that's cold!" he ran his hand under the tap too; He then shoved his freezing cold hand up my shirt. I squealed at the frozen hand on my breast. Niall pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hungrily, groping my breasts. Why did stuff always have to happen in the bathroom? The fireworks were everywhere. I stopped for air. "Niall, a public bathroom? And with me? Didn't you see all those pretty fans? Why not them?" I searched his eyes. "Because I want you, only you, right here, right now." He lifted me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist and my back was against the wall. He kissed my neck and I groaned. I ran my fingers through his blonde Irish locks. He looked so dorky when he wore button up shirts because he buttoned the very top button. "Ow, fuck..." He wailed. He set me down and rubbed his knee. My knee injury fucking kills. I don't know if it will ever heal properly. "Here, let me see" I said as I unbuttoned the top of his chinos and pulled them down. I rubbed his knee a little "does that hurt?" I asked. He shook his head "no I think its ok now" he moved his knee around a bit. Poor thing. "Now where were we?" I said in a flirty tone. I moved my way to his boxers. Niall was against the wall now and I slid his boxers down. Still the same the night we were drunk, His length was very impressive.

You might not think it but sweet, innocent Niall could actually get really cocky. Whenever we went somewhere he whispered dirty things in my ear or he would have his hand between my thighs. I moved up and down his length. I'd never done anything like this outside of a bedroom before, it felt pretty good to be bad.

Niall cursed and moaned my name. It gave me chills when he said Katy.

We left the restaurant in dark shades and our hoods up. Everyone stared at us. I'm not sure if it was because of the hoods and glasses or they heard how loud Niall was. I was still pretty happy with myself that I made him feel that way. He was mine and I was his.

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