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?


3. So This Is What it's like to be in Love

Alyssa's P.O.V:

His flat was amazing on the outside and even better on the inside. The wall was a creme color, but it had guitars and posters of One Direction all around it. There was a huge TV and couch, and upstairs were 6 bedrooms, one of them now for me. Since it was almost midnight, he laid me down in the bed in the extra room and went over to his room. I fell asleep quickly, but it didn't stay that way.

I turned around and saw his bloodthirsty face. I couldn't keep running. I was trapped in an alley. He pulled out a knife and I begged him to go away. He came closer and closer until I could feel the cold steel of the blade on my neck...

I woke up screaming. I was drenched in sweat, and my hands were cold and clammy. I was breathing hard, which made my ribs hurt. My door flung open. Thinking it was my father, I tried to block myself. But instead of a knife, I felt warm hands rubbing my arms. I cautiously turned, and it was Niall.

"Aly, what's wrong?"

"I-I had a nightmare," was all I managed to get out. I didn't know if I could tell him about my father yet. His expression softened, and he sat on the bed beside me, rubbing circles in my back. 

"Niall, I'm really scared."

"Don't worry, beautiful, I'm right here." He laid down on the bed with me, and I could feel his warm breath. He wrapped his arms around me, forming a shield from the world. I snuggled up next to him, and fell asleep in my shell of warmth.

Niall's P.O.V:

Hearing a scream, I raced over to Alyssa's room and saw her sitting up, wide-eyed and trying to block herself from something. I walked over to her and gently placed my hand on her arm. She looked up at me with less fear than before. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that she had a nightmare. I felt terrible that she ad to go through physical pain and then not be able to sleep. I sat down beside her and felt really sorry for her. She had went through a lot in the past 24 hours. Once she began to calm down, I laid down beside her and wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to protect this fragile, beautiful girl from the harsh world. She fell asleep, and I could tell because her breathing became steady. I fell asleep pretty soon after she did.

The next morning I woke up and she was still sleeping. I slowly got up, careful not to wake her, and went to get my shower. While I was in the shower, all I could think about was her. She gave me this feeling that I had never had before. Every time she looked at me with those blue eyes, I melted inside. I made up my mind. Once I got out of the shower, I was going to ask her if she'd be my girlfriend.

I walked out of the bathroom and into her room, and she was still sound asleep. I sat nearby and just watched her; the way her chest rose when she breathed, how peaceful her face looked. It was much different than the girl I had found screaming last night. I knew there was more to her story, but I didn't want to push her because she was going through really tough times. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she smiled at me.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning, handsome." I blushed and put my head down. She laughed and said, "Well I needed a nickname for you." Knowing that her ribs still hurt, I came over and laid beside her on the bed. This was the moment I was waiting for.

"Alyssa, ever since I saw you on that alley, I've felt different about you. You're not like other girls, who scream and chase me around. I want to protect you from whoever hurt you. I want you to be mine. I love you, Alyssa. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Alyssa's P.O.V:

When he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend, I was shocked and happy all at the same time. I had never had a boyfriend because my father wouldn't let me. I hesitated, not wanting to give him my heart if he broke it.

"Will you love me and not leave me?"

He looked at me with such fierce passion and love.


"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

I smiled, looked at him and said, "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." His eyes twinkled, and by this time our lips were close. He leaned in and closed the gap. He kissed me, and it wasn't a rough kiss, it was a gentle 'i will protect you forever' kiss. He smiled through the kiss, and we kissed for a while, our lips moving at the same time. He was such a great guy, not pushing to French kiss, respecting my boundaries.

Once we finally ended the kiss, he pulled back a little bit.

"Congrats, Niall, you are now the owner of my first kiss."

He laughed his adorable laugh, and helped me get up. He half-carried me downstairs where the boys were waiting for breakfast. Harry and Zayn looked up at me and made kissing noises and said in a high girly voice, "Oh Niall! I love you so much!" Laughing, Niall punched them both playfully. He turned to me and smiled. Then he started getting out all sorts of cooking materials. When I asked him what he was making, he said, "Eggs." I looked at him in disbelief. He saw my expression and looked at me with a confused look.


"You don't need all of this just to make eggs."

I giggled. Then Liam chimed in. "He may be good at eating food, but he's not good at making it!" The rest of the boys cracked up. I looked at Niall, who was jokingly upset. He walked over to Liam and pushed him on the floor. Within minutes, the boys were wrestling on the floor. I just smiled to myself, put most of the stuff away, and began making eggs and bacon.

My side wound was throbbing by the time I was done making the eggs, because I had been walking around without support. Once the boys smelled the bacon, they came running at the table like a pack of hungry lions. Niall grabbed the most food, and by the time I made it over to the table, there was nothing left. I was starving. My wounds had taken a lot out of me. When the boys saw my hungry eyes, they looked at me and apologized. Niall was finally done piling up food on his plate. He walked to the cabinet and pulled out another plate. He moved two eggs and three pieces of bacon to the plate and handed it to me. I took it, and said, "Thank you, my prince." I giggled. He replied back, staying in character, "Your welcome, princess." Zayn made kissing noises in the background. 

Once we were finished with our breakfast, I finally realized that Louis hadn't come down yet. 

"Guys, where's Louis?" The boys looked around as if they just realized  it, too. Suddenly I had an evil, but funny idea. I grabbed a can of whipped cream from the fridge. The guys quietly followed me upstairs to Louis' room. I opened the door, and saw that he was still asleep. Perfect. I crept up to him and covered his hands in whipped cream. Then I brushed his face with a feather. He tried to slap the feather off of his face, but instead got a face full of whipped cream. That woke him up. I turned around, laughing so hard. His face was ridiculous. I could barely form the words, "Retreat! The enemy is awake!"

I quit laughing after a while because my side hurt. Louis chased me around the house. His hands were still covered in whipped cream. The boys were laughing so hard that their faces were red.

"I'm gonna get you, little girl."


He finally caught up with me and ran his whipped cream covered hands through my hair. "That's not fair!" I yelled, out of breath, "I'm handicapped!" He laughed. I grabbed for the nearest item and whipped it at his face. It was a carrot. After it hit him, he said, "Oh so now you're using carrots. This just got a lot more serious, Carrot Princess." I almost died laughing. Carrot Princess?!? Louis is definitely crazy. He raced around the table and reached around my face, trying to force-feed me the carrot. 

Niall walked in, and when he saw Louis trying to feed me, he cracked up laughing. Finally everyone settled down and I made some more breakfast for Louis. By then I was already covered in whipped cream and bits of carrot. I went and got a shower, and told the boys that I was taking a nap. But I really wasn't. Though I could mask it really well, I was hurting more on the inside than the outside. I sat on my bed, realizing that I had no home and no one to go to. I was an orphan, except one of my parents was still alive. Just thinking about my father made me cry. I pulled out my phone and took the case off. Inside my case was a wallet-size picture of my family before Mom died of cancer, Bella was killed in a car accident, and Luke was Missing In Action on the war front. My entire family was smiling in the picture, and we were in front of the White House in America. My sister was a beautiful tall brunette with freckles, and my brother was in his Navy Seals uniform. That was just two years ago. One of my tears fell on my mother's smiling face. I missed her so much. I missed all of them, back when we were a happy family. Because of all the deaths in a short amount of time, my father went insane, and began taking his anger out on me. I put the picture on my nightstand and snuggled under the covers. I heard low voices talking downstairs. I ended up crying myself to sleep.

Niall's P.O.V:

I went up to check on Alyssa a little while after she went to take a nap, and I quietly walked to her side. She was sleeping peacefully, but the area around her eyes was red and puffy, and there was a tear running down her cheek. I softly wiped away the tear. She was so beautiful and happy, there should be a law preventing her from crying. I was about to get up and leave when I saw a picture on the nightstand. I picked it up and there were five smiling faces. I picked out Aly right away, so this must be her family. There was a tear drop covering her mother's face. I flipped it over and saw perfect handwriting. It said 'Dear Alyssa, don't be sad that I have cancer. Your father and your siblings will take care of you. You are the best daughter I could hope for and I hope you have a life with many blessings. If I die, promise me you'll stay strong. Don't break down and hide yourself from the world. I love you Alyssa. I always have and I always will. Love, Mom' By the end of the note I was crying a little. I finally realized what she was going through. I couldn't believe it, but I don't think that's the only stuff she's dealing with. I have a sneaking suspicion that her dad has something to do with her injuries.

I needed to ask her as soon as she got up.

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