Do you Promise?

Alyssa is abused at home, bullied at school, and doesn't have many friends. One day she runs away from home and right into the arms of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Irish boy. But what happens when others fall for her? And what about the past she left at home?


2. A New Home

Alyssa's P.O.V:

Once I was allowed to go, I sat up slowly on the bed. My ribs burned like fire, and I gasped for air. Niall jumped out of his chair and grabbed my arm. "A-Are you ok?" He asked. I smiled to myself, shocked that someone finally cared about me. I nodded, and he helped me stand up. I tried to take a step, and winced as the wound on my side stretched. Seeing how much pain I was in, Niall picked me up bridal-style. 

"I still haven't gotten your name yet, beautiful."

I stared at him. No one, ever in my life, had called me beautiful. He laughed and asked, "What?" I explained to him, and he stared back at me, as speechless as I was. Then he blushed and said, "Well get used to it, beautiful." I giggled, and he asked me again what my name was.

"Oh sorry, my name's Aly. Short for Alyssa." He took me down to the receptionist's desk and checked us out. I noticed that the other boys were gone.

"Where did your friends go?"

"Probably back to the flat." He took me out to a huge limo, and carefully laid me down inside. He gingerly climbed over me to get to the other seat beside me. Because of the way I was laying, I had to lay my head in his lap. Surprisingly, though, it wasn't weird or awkward. He kept glancing at me with those blue eyes. They were to die for. As the driver drove off, he started playing with my hair. I smiled up at him, and he returned it. I asked him where we were going, and he said, "Back to my place."

My eyes widened. "No, I can't take advantage of you like that."

"Yes, you can, and you will. You're in no condition to go out like that."

He had a point. I still couldn't get over how hot his Irish accent was. I wanted to break the silence, so we started asking each other questions. I told him the I was 19, went to a school in south London, and have never been out of London. He told me that he was in a band with his mates called One Direction, went to school in Mullingar, Ireland, and was 19. By that time, we were at his flat. He climbed out first, then carefully helped me out. With him holding my waist and steadying me, I looked at his flat. I was speechless. It was amazing. He opened the door, and led me in.





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