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?


1. Broken Life

Alyssa's P.O.V:

My dad walked closer. "Alyssa, you're an ugly fat bitch who doesn't deserve to live. But I'll be gracious. I'll only put you to the point of death, and let you die on your own." I trembled, crying. Every day when I came home it was like this. I watched as he walked to the kitchen counter and grabbed a knife. I tried to get away, but I was tied down in the corner of the room. He came over and I screamed against the gag in my mouth. My eyes were wide with fear, and he smirked. "Don't worry, it won't last that long." He put the point of the knife on my hip and pressed in. I  felt my skin break, and I started bleeding. I was sobbing now from the pain. He dragged the knife in a circle on my side, ignorant to my screams. He beat me with a club and cut my lip and cheek with his knife, now blood-stained.

It wasn't long before he untied me. He cleaned the knife and put it away, like nothing had ever happened. I sat in the corner of the room for about half an hour, tending to my wounds. Once the most serious ones were bandaged up, I stumbled over to my bed and reached under my bed. I had to go. I couldn't take this anymore. I felt the bag's handle, but then I dropped it as I heard him coming upstairs. I quickly laid back down in the corner of the room, acting like I was unconscious. He went to his room, and once I heard him snoring, I jumped out of my window and hit the ground with a thump. Once I got up, I realized that I hadn't grabbed my bag. It was too risky to go back in, so I just ran.

I ran for what seemed like forever, which actually wasn't too long because all of my wounds came open. Wincing in pain, I stumbled into a dumpster, which ripped the bandage off of my side. I bit my lip until I drew blood, trying to hold in the scream. I fell down next to the dumpster, breathing heavily. I found that he had broken two of my ribs, cut a pretty deep hole in my side, and bruised my legs very badly. As I sat there thinking about death, I heard feet. Whimpering, I hid myself from view as the footsteps came closer. I banged my rib against the side of the dumpster, and I just couldn't help it, I screamed. The pain was like someone burning my lungs and whacking my ribs with a hammer. I heard distant voices, and running feet coming closer. I felt someone touch my side, shivered from the pain, and then felt a jacket being placed over me. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a boy with brilliant sky blue eyes and blonde hair. I thought to myself, "Is that an angel? Am I in heaven?" And then I blacked out.


Niall's P.O.V:

Louis, Harry, Liam, Zayn, and I were walking along in London cracking jokes. It wasn't a nice day out, fairly rainy and foggy, but then, London's always like that. I was about to tell another joke when we heard a scream. It wasn't a 'Oh my god I'm having so much fun' scream; it was a 'Oh my god I'm on so much pain' scream. The boys looked around wildly, trying to find the source of the scream. On a hunch, I ran down an alley that Harry had found a couple days ago. A quieter, more desperate scream floated out into the air from the dumpster. Not caring where the boys where, I raced around and saw a sight that I never wanted to see in my life.

There was a beautiful, absolutely gorgeous girl slumped on the alley. Her face was perfect, except for the long, thin cut running down her cheekbone and the cut on her lip. Her arms were covered in cuts, some large and bleeding heavily, and some small and already healing. I noticed that she had trouble breathing.On top of some of the cuts were bruises. Her legs were the same, except there were more bruises and less cuts. Rage built up inside of me. I didn't even know this girl, but who could do this? I called for the boys, and they all stared at her, dumbfounded. I touched her side wound, and felt her shiver so I placed my jacket around her.

I picked her up gently, careful not to touch her ribs, and took off towards the hospital. I was glad I had found her. What would have happened to here if I hadn't heard her scream? I reached the hospital faster  than I had thought possible, and raced her inside. At the receptionist's desk, I frantically explained what happened and that she needed to be seen right now. All the lady said was to have a seat and that the doctor would be here shortly. Infuriated, I almost gave her a piece of my mind until the doctor walked out, my mum's friend. She gasped when she saw the girl in my arms, but didn't ask any questions. She took me to a room, and I laid the girl on the bed. Her wounds were so bad that she was already bleeding all over the crinkly paper that covered the bed.

The doctor came back in and looked at me with caring, understanding eyes. I looked back at her with pleading eyes. We didn't have to say a word, and she knew what I wanted. All I wanted was for the girl to be ok. I left the room and sat down in the waiting room with the boys. From the way they looked, you would've thought that we knew this girl personally. Harry was nervously playing with his hair, Zayn's eyes were red as he wiped a tear away, Liam had his head in his hands, and Louis was trying to comfort them. I came out, and Harry looked up at me. 

"Is she ok?"

I shrugged, and it took all of my strength to say, "She hasn't woken up yet." 

Liam silently cried with Louis consoling him, and I sat  down, my mind racing. Why would she be on an alley when she was in that condition? What happened to her? Will she be alright? A tear escaped my eye, too, but I didn't wipe it away. The boys knew I was the most sensitive. 

After an hour we still hadn't heard anything from the doctor, and I was anxious. One hour turned into two, which turned into three. The boys stayed the entire time, except for when Louis and Harry left to go get some Nandos for me. Even Nandos didn't help, and Nandos helps everything. Finally, the doctor came out. Her expression was hard to read, but it was one of worry. She came over and told us that the girl was fine except for the large cut in her side. That would take months to heal. And she was still unconscious. I put my head in my hands and wept.

Alysssa's P.O.V:

I struggled to wake up, but there was darkness all around me. I heard voices in the background talking about me. I shrank back into the darkness. It was probably my father. I hated him with every fiber of my being. I tried to free myself again, and I saw a light. It was beautiful. I walked towards it, knowing that if I found the source of the light, then I wouldn't have to suffer anymore. But I heard a nagging voice calling me. I was afraid to look away from the light because I didn't want it to disappear. The voice became louder, and I finally turned. I pushed towards the voice, and found myself free of the darkness. I opened my eyes.

There was a strange boy about my age sitting next to me on a chair. He had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and I felt like I had met him somewhere before. I tried to ask him what his name was, but my voice wouldn't work. I saw him call the doctor, and she came back in. She checked my vital signs, and then gave me some water. Finally, I could speak again. Weakly, I turned my head towards the boy and asked, "Who are you?"

He smiled through his tears and said in an adorable Irish accent, "Niall Horan."

I told him that I couldn't remember a thing except when I was at home, and he filled in the part that he had been involved in. Suddenly it all came rushing back. I was here at the hospital because I had run away and my father had beat me. Niall must have carried me here. I smiled a little at him, although it hurt my cut lip. The doctor came in and said that I should be able to leave in about an hour, when my IV tubes were empty.

Niall's P.O.V:

I came in while she was still unconscious and watched her lay there. She looked so peaceful, almost like she was- no, I won't think that. She's not dead. I sat in the room for a little bit, watching her face. Once the doctor left, I started talking to her, even though she couldn't hear me.

"I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but you are absolutely beautiful, and anyone who thinks otherwise isn't worth your time. I know it's weird for me to say this, but I feel like I know you. Please wake up. I couldn't bear to see you die. You've still got your entire life ahead of you. Don't end it here. Come back, please."

I held her hand, put my head down and cried.

The next thing I knew, she was awake. Her eyes looked around warily. I smiled at her, even though I was still crying. She asked me what my name was, and I told her. I didn't bother to ask her name because she was too weak. I told her the entire story from when I found her, and she seemed to remember the rest. The doctor came in and told us that she could leave in about an hour when her IV's were empty.

Harry's P.O.V:

This girl was beautiful, and I mean absolutely gorgeous, but I saw the way that Niall looked at her. He liked her already. I told the other boys that he needed a girl, since he hasn't had a girlfriend yet. So we all decided that she was his. I've never seen Niall look at a girl with such adoration. He's definitely in love.


Zayn's P.O.V:

When Harry told us that she was Niall's, my heart dropped. I wanted her to be mine. But still, I had a girlfriend whom I loved with all of my heart. No one could take her place. Yet, I was still torn when Niall told us that she still hadn't woken up. It's weird to think that a girl I just saw on the street is making us feel this way.

Liam's P.O.V:

I'm just about as emotional as Niall. As soon as he laid her down on the bed, I sat down and bawled like a baby. I know, I'm a guy, but guys have feelings, too. Heck, I cried during Toy Story. I really want her to wake up, so that Niall can be happy. I'm happy that this girl might be the one for him. He needs her.

Louis' P.O.V:

I'm the one in the group that comforts everyone. Now, usually Niall helps with that, but Mr.Lover Boy was in with the girl checking on her. I have to admit, we just found her, but it seems like we've known her for years. She's perfect for Niall, I have to agree. But unless she eats carrots, I won't like her. Just kidding, she doesn't have to eat carrots.

Niall's P.O.V:

Whenever she smiled at me, a spark flew up my spine. I've never experienced this before, so I don't know if it's love or just nerves, but I swear to God that I will not let her die.  Whoever did this to her is going to pay. I don't care if I have to do it myself. Somehow, they will pay for what they did to this beautiful girl.

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