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?

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Alyssa's P.O.V:

Niall had been in the hospital for over 3 hours now. I'm beginning to feel desperate. I've cried my eyes dry, and now I'm just sitting in shock. If he doesn't wake up, where am I going to go? I'm not going back to my dad's house, that's for sure. Harry, seeing me in pain, comes over and gives me a big hug. I bury my head in his warm shoulder and try to hold back the tears that are yet again coming.

Two hours later, he still wasn't improving, although the doctors told us that the wound was clean, so there was little chance of infection. I guess that's a good thing. The boys were getting tired, I could tell. I was exhausted as well from the past day. Liam was slumped on Louis's shoulder, half-asleep. Zayn was laying his head back, listening to music. And Harry's eyes were drooping. I looked at the clock. When he was shot, it had been about ten. Now it's coming on 1:30 in the morning.

"Hey, why don't you guys go and get some sleep?"

Harry rubbed his eyes and said, "No, not unless you come with us. Besides, who's going to wake you up when he wakes up?" So they could tell that I was tired. Defiantly, I told him that I was staying with Niall. Too tired to argue, they all left. A little after they left, the doctor came out and told me that I could go back with him because his vital signs were finally stable. I let out a little sigh of relief. Finally, a shred of good news. I rushed back to his room, braced myself, and pushed open the door. 

He was laying on a hospital bed covered in white sheets. His shirt was off, but I could see that his pants were still on underneath the sheets. His eyes were closed, and his face was peaceful. His hair still looked good. I smiled slightly to myself, thinking of all the time he had spent on his hair. He was obsessed with keeping it perfect. His arms were laying right beside him, and I sat down and grabbed his hand. It was normal temperature, which meant that his body temperature wasn't all crazy. I put his hand on my cheek, thinking of the first time he called me beautiful. I was quickly getting tired, but I forced myself to stay awake. I needed to be here for him when, if, he woke up. 

The next thing I knew, someone was tapping my shoulder. "Honey." I stirred, realizing that I had fallen asleep. I rubbed my eyes and the nurse that had woken me up told me that they needed to perform surgery. She left to get the doctor. I knew he couldn't feel it, but I squeezed his hand and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. The doctor came back and I silently left the room. This was it. If this surgery worked and they got the bullet out, Niall would live as he was before, even without a scar. But if they couldn't find it, he would slowly die. I couldn't think about that possibility. He WOULD live. I sat down in the waiting room, realizing that I was trembling.

An hour later, the nurse came out. I stood up, bracing myself for bad news. Her face was pale, and she had put on an fake smile. "I don't know how to put it ma'am, we removed the bullet, but his heart has stopped beating." My face drained of all color. I flew back to his room, wanting to see for myself. He was laying on the bed, and the heartbeat monitor wasn't going. I sat down and cried. I cried for him, I cried for the boys, I cried for my mother and my siblings. Then, suddenly, I had an idea. If he was dead,  I couldn't bear to live without him. I picked up a surgical knife and placed it on my throat. I was about to kill myself when he stirred. It wasn't much of a stir, his hand just moved, but at that point I realized that he was still alive. The heartbeat monitor started beeping regularly again, and now my tears were tears of joy. Several minutes later, he opened his eyes and looked around. His eyes focused when he saw me, and a wide smile lit up his face.

"Aly."

"No...shh." I didn't want him to damage his vocal cords after he'd gone so long without using them. But being stubborn as he was, he went on, although weakly.

"Aly, I love you. I would never leave you. I'm sorry if I scared you, but I promised to you that I wouldn't leave you." Surprisingly, he sat up slowly, minding his almost-healed wound and situated himself so that he was sitting right beside me on the bed. He saw the knife in my hand and quickly took it.

"Aly, what were you thinking?!"

"I-I can't live without you, Niall." His eyes softened and he reached over. He tilted my chin up, wiped away my tears with his thumb, and kissed me on the nose. "Don't worry, babe, I will never ever leave you." I smiled, and he kissed me again, on my forehead, and pulled me into his chest. I allowed myself to be wrapped up in his strong arms, and we sat like that for a while, him stroking my hair, and me trying to calm down. The nurse came in, and shock covered her face. She raced back down the hallway, calling for the doctor. Niall smiled, and laughed a little. "Well," he said, "I guess it's not every day that you see someone come back from the dead."

I turned towards Niall and looked at his eyes. "Niall, do you remember when I was in the hospital?"

He looked at me, puzzled. "Yeah. Why?"

I smiled at him. "Because when you were talking to me in the hospital room, I was almost dead. Then I heard your voice and I came back. You saved my life in more ways than one."

He smiled, and leaned down and kissed me passionately on the lips. It was a short kiss, though, because the doctor came in. We both blushed, but he didn't seem to mind. He checked Niall's vital signs, his blood pressure, and re-bandaged his wound, and told us we were free to go. I couldn't wait until we got home. The boys had something planned for Niall.

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