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~Epilogue- This I Promise You~

Epilogue

(Devonne’s POV)

I didn’t think I could lose so many things in one week. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this much pain. I just felt so numb to everything going on. I would sit around the house staring into the nothingness around me. I knew Josh was worried about me after I would just break down over the simplest things that reminded me of her. I wanted to move on, I didn’t want to be like this the rest of my life, and the first step was this.

I sat down as the memorial service went on. There had to be at least eighty people inside this small chapel that was only meant to fit thirty. The building was covered in sympathy flowers of all different shades and colors. The walls were a boring white but behind the altars were gorgeous stain windows. It had been raining outside so you could see the droplets trickling down the picturesque colors. But there was something different about this funeral. This funeral had two coffins resting in it instead of one. I didn’t want to go to two funerals let along one. Plus none of us really wanted to plan two funerals so Niall and I agreed it would be best to plan them together.

My eyes drifted over to Niall who was sitting in his wheelchair to the right of the sanctuary. His arms were still covered in cuts and bruises from the accident which was a miracle that he even survived. You could see it in his eyes when he woke up that he wished he hadn’t. For a while he was just living in denial over Fay’s death and wishing he did die so he could be with her but the lads convinced him otherwise. I swear if it wasn’t for those boys Niall would be going through more than just hell.

I watched as Liam placed his hand over Niall’s shoulder gripping it in support. One by one, we all had to go up to the caskets and say our dues, some spending more time than others. I scooted out of the front aisle where I was sitting and held Josh’s hand as I approached first Marcy’s tiny coffin. I closed my eyes and thought of some words to say to her. I didn’t dare speak out loud because that would just be awkward. I placed my hand over the closed box and spoke to her, “Marcy while I won’t ever really know you or get to watch you grow you will always be my daughter. I think of you every day and what I would be doing differently if you were here but just know that Daddy and I will always love you.” I opened my eyes and gently rubbed the casket before walking over to the larger one right beside it.

I felt a hole in my chest as I approached it cautiously and felt the eyes of others watching me waiting for me to break down. Fay’s coffin was half open revealing her torso up. Her eyes were closed making her appear like she was only sleeping. She was wearing a wig obviously since she died almost with no hair. The hazel colored curls reached down below her chest to where it used to be before she was diagnosed. Her hands overlapped each other and were placed by the tips of her hair. They painted her nails a deep shade of red that made her bright white skin stick out more than needed.

I shakily place my hand on hers and felt the coldness of the lifeless person I used to know. I closed my eyes again and began to tell her the words I’ve been saying to myself the last few days, “Fay I have so many things I could tell you right now, and I know you are listening from where ever you are right now and I also know you can’t tune me out like I know you always used to do. Yeah, I knew you did that. I could just tell by the look on your face when you lost interest in what I was rambling about. But that was something I loved about you, you let me spill my hearts consent to you while others would probably just tell me to shut up.”

“You were always looking out for me even if I wasn’t really looking out for you. It makes me feel like I was such a bad friend to you but I know you probably would disagree because you’re nice like that. You’ve always been nice, sometimes a little too nice. I could probably think of a thousand times you should have told someone off or beaten them up but instead you would always just let it go. Something I’ve never been able to do.”

“I used to always be jealous of your looks, especially when you never took advantage of them. Even right now you look absolutely stunning…and you’re dead.” I felt a knot forming in the back of my throat, “Yeah that hurt to say, but it is true. I’ll never be able to ramble on to you or dress you up or go out to breakfast every day when the guys are on tour. Things are gonna be really lonely now. I’m gonna have to deal with Alex and Sabrina alone and help Niall move on along with the rest of us.”

“You probably didn’t even realize the impact you had on all of us or even on the One Direction fanbase. I mean you were a directioner who accomplished pretty much what every fan wanted to do, date Niall Horan. They all think they stand a chance now with those boys now. Which they might, but don’t worry I don’t think anyone will take your dear Niall. Your heart is still beating to him. When I was talking to him after he got out of the accident he told me he would’ve married you. If you had lived past that day he said he was seriously considering it because he couldn’t stand the thought of being with anyone other than you. So see you are special.”

“You’ve always been special and I hope you are finally realizing it as all of us come up to you spilling our hearts out. Honestly no one is really here for Marcy, they’re here for you. I’m here for you.” I squeezed her hand, “So please watch over us all and know we love you. You stayed as strong as long as you could and in the end it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault it’s just how things work out sometimes because life’s a bitch. So many things can change in a day, for all I know I could be sitting up there with you tomorrow; it’s all a big mystery. So until we get to see each other again, goodbye Fay.” I opened my eyes and wiped the tears from my face grabbing onto Josh’s waist walking away from the altars.

Even though I was crying I still felt a weight almost being lifted off my shoulder, like Fay really had be listening to me. Actually there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she wasn’t in the room right now. I glanced over the crowd of black fabric searching for her face or for any sign she was here. There was none. My face sank and Josh brought me over to the boys in the back of the church. They were all huddled in a circle and Niall was still eyeing Fay from the distance.

“Hey Bud you feeling any better?” Josh said trying to snap Niall out of his daze.

Niall looked back up at us, “Well I still have a broken leg and a cracked rib.” Before Josh could answer Niall’s head darted next to him where Louis was standing. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” I asked a bit worried.

“Her la- nothing. I’m just imaging things.” Niall tensed up his face again.

After the burial ceremony we stood in the parking lot saying goodbye to everyone who came. Sabrina was a tearful mess while Alex kept a firm face the entire time. I promised them both we would hang out soon, but I doubt we would. They were Fay’s friends not mine. As I was about to get into the limo , I heard a soft voice behind me whisper my name. I quickly turned expecting it to be another mourner but there was no one there, just a brisk of wind tossing the leaves over each other. I looked up into the drizzling sky and heard the voice echo in my mind.

“Devonne.”

This time the voice came from beside me and I turned to face the nothingness. The voice was so clear but yet there was nobody near me, they had all gone off somewhere. I smiled to myself and knew it had to be her. I reached my hand out to where the voice came from and whispered back, “Hey Fay.”

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Ten years later, Josh and Devonne got married having two children named Fay and Dustin. Niall for a long time never thought about dating anyone until he met a long haired brunette in a coffee shop writing song lyrics on her napkin and since then they have been dating but Niall still holds a place for Fay in his heart forever.

**Author's Note**

I would like to thank everyone who has taken time and read this story whether you were here since June or just a few hours ago. I put so much into this story and I hope you all enjoyed reading it. If you would like, you could comment below telling me your favorite part of the story or just what you liked about it in general so I know what you like for future stories. Also if you haven't already please fan me on wattpad here, so you know when my next story, It Just Sort of Happened, is going up. Thank you all once again and I hope you aren't too mad that I ended it this way! It was the way I had planned since chapter 1.

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~This I Promise You- Chapter 50~

(Niall’s POV)

My fingers twitched as I waited for the surgery to begin. I lay sitting up on the operation table looking at what looked like torture weapons on a tray next to the table. They just had to make a few incisions and I wouldn’t feel a thing since I’d be put under anesthesia. If everything went as planned I’d only suffer some back pain and maybe a sore throat. My procedure was far less dangerous than Fay’s.

I looked over at the digital clock on the wall which read 8:49am. I’d be out of here by the end of tonight since I technically didn’t have to stay overnight. Although I might just do that so I can hear how Fay’s surgery went after mine.

I told Fay I had to do some radio show today so I couldn’t be with her, but she probably knew I was lying since I make it so obvious when I am. I slid down on the table clasping my hands over my stomach. This was it, I thought to myself. This could be the one thing that makes or breaks Fay. It was the final factor. If this didn’t work her chances of surviving were almost nothing. I wish I could just fast forward to see if it would be worth it in the end, but I couldn’t. So I had to make this choice.

I had the choice of going behind her back, behind her wishes of me staying out of it or watching patiently as she died. I know she’s dying, and that’s not the part that scares me the most. It’s the fact that she’s slowly becoming more accepting of it. That she’s losing life’s ambition. After this surgery I had to talk to her. I can’t let her think that’s the best option. I can’t have her leave me. If she left me I would never find anyone else. I wouldn’t want to find anyone else. She’s my soul mate.

The surgery team walked in and told me to lie on my stomach. They started hooking me up to machines similar to one’s Fay had been hooked up to early. It was almost like we were switching places. I wish we actually were switching places. I’d much rather have her cancer than the way it was now. It was obvious that I needed her more than she needed me. She almost moved on during those few days back when she was at college. If I hadn’t shown up there things would be so different now.

She would still be back in California, she would’ve been with that Greg guy, she and Emma would probably be closer than her and Devonne, but one thing would have remained the same. She would still have cancer. You can’t just catch this from some virus. It was in you, it wasn’t contagious you couldn’t have gotten it from anyone else; it was just waiting inside you. I doubt Greg would be sitting here in my position giving her his bone marrow. He probably would have bailed the second he found out. I guess I don’t really know if he would, but I’m just going to say that for my sanity. Right now she needed me, and I need her.

A nurse with curly red hair placed a mask over my nose and mouth giving me the anesthesia. I knew I only had less than minute left until I went unconscious so I filled my mind with images of Fay before she developed cancer. One specific event floated in my mind when we were painting her studio with splatter paints and I splashed some all over her shirt causing her to throw some back at me. Luckily the floors were covered because we got more paint on ourselves than on the actual walls. My eyes slowly closed and I only heard the soft banter of the surgeons around me.

“Get the scalpel ready just a few more minutes now to make sure the anesthesia is fully kicked in.” One doctor said.

The heard a door open and the surgeons shuffled scowling at the person who entered.

“You can’t be in here we’re about to start the surgery!” There words sounded more distorted and I found myself unable to move. Not much longer now.

“There’s a dilemma. He’s supposed to be giving bone marrow to Fay but she-” My mind escaped the scene leaving it in blackness.

(POV Fay)

Here I am back in critical care, I thought as I stared at my heart monitor beeping steadily. My breathing was heavy and my eyelids sagged. My body felt constrained against the new hospital bed they moved me too after my almost suffocation. I was anemic, which basically meant I have trouble breathing due to some lack of oxygen in my blood. But then again what do the doctors know. They keep doing all these tests and all they’re doing is making me weaker. My cancer could have spread to my lungs for all I know. They never tell me anything. It’s almost like they think they’re trying to protect me. Which they’re not.

So much for the bone marrow transplant they got all excited about. They all thought I would finally be better, but no I threw this curveball at them. They tried to get me to eat but at this point I’m just refusing because I’ll cough it up anyway. I haven’t been able to keep any food down, which I guess I probably should have told the nurses but I was just so used to it from chemo that it didn’t strike me as important.

But now here I lay, pretty much on life support, with tubes feeding me the nutrition I lacked. My eyes drifted from the heart monitor to the ceiling up above. There were tiles covering it and I stared deeply at the diagonals and shapes the squares created. I counted each square revealing there was about fifty covering the whole room. I’d be lucky if I lasted fifty hours. I cleared my mind. It didn’t help that there was nothing I could do while hooked up to these machines. I could barely move and if I did I’d be attacked by pains in my lungs.

I wish I could just sleep. Just sleep until death could carry me off so I wouldn’t have to feel my lungs collapse. But that’s a part of being anemic as well, insomnia. Couldn’t they just give me some sleeping meds? Of course not. “Because that would mean giving up and we don’t want to give up.” I heard the nurses’ annoying voices as I thought of it.

There was a window right beside my bed; I slowly turned my head to face it. It was pitch black outside and I couldn’t tell if it was just nighttime or really early in the morning. There was a waning crest moon was off in the top right corner of the window. It gleamed lighting up the entire black sky and I remembered learning in my astronomy class last year that they symbolized surrender and release. It was almost too perfect.

There was a knock on the door and I knew that one of those solemn nurses would be walking through the door before it actually happened. But someone accompanied the nurse, I heard multiple footsteps enter and I moved my head around to face someone I did not expect, Louis. I blinked my eyes a few times and the nurse spoke up.

“It’s hard for her to speak right now so I wouldn’t expect any responses when you talk to her.” Louis just nodded his head at her and walked over to me uneasily.

“Hey Fay, how you holding up?” He gave me a halfhearted smile and in response I just twitched one of my eyes. “Yeah I guess I should have known that.” He flicked his head and I smirked at his attempt.

“So Niall told me you were over here but he didn’t really mention you got placed back in ICU. I just wanted to take the time to visit you, cause I know if I had to be sitting in a room like this all day I would be hating life too.” Louis said while pulling up a chair next to the bed.

He looked awkward trying to figure out what to say to me. Usually he just never shut up when we talked. Well I guess that was back when I could actually contribute to the conversation.

“I wish I knew what you were thinking. Maybe we can come up with some sort of Morse code type of thing. Like when I say the wrong thing or something then blink one eye and if you agree blink two. Is that ok?” I blinked both my eyes and he smiled, “Great.”

“Ok well let’s see, maybe I can try to cheer you up. I got some stories from the tour if you wanna hear them!” I blinked both my eyes again.

“Well Harry and I, when we were backstage at the 02 Arena on the last show date there, and we thought it would be funny to pull a prank on Liam since he’s really easy to prank. So we handed out these cupcakes that were in the green room to Niall and Zayn and once we got to Liam we shoved it into his face. Keep in mind that this was after hair and makeup so Lou Teasdale our hairdresser was so pissed at us.”

“Liam took the icing off his face and then smeared it all over mine and then we all just got in this huge cupcake battle and had to start the concert late because Lou had to clean off all our faces. So after that they kept all cupcakes out of the green room.” I smiled at him and let out what was supposed to be a laugh and turned into a cough. From one cough went to ten and Louis studied me with worry.

“Do I need to call the nurse are you ok?” His voice was pained and I blink my one eye. “Is this usual?” I blinked both. I got my coughing back under control. I noticed my heart monitor beeps were steadily a bit faster.

“You know it’s because of you that Harry and I are together? You were the one that convinced me. After we talked in Florida and we went back home and I saw how you and Niall were working out, I figured if you two could actually have a relationship I could too. It sounds a bit funny because your relationship was completely different from mine but you know things inspire people in weird ways.” He stared down at his hands and sighed, “I just wish that things weren’t like this right now. With you like this. You may not think it affects us but really it does. We see Niall struggling to keep a smile every day and it makes us upset as well. He’s like a brother to us and you’re like a sister.”

Louis ranted and I wish I could just sit up and hug him or interrupt him with my own rant but I couldn’t. Instead I breathed in heavily and managed to whisper, “Louis, thank you.” My throat was dry and my lips were cracked making my talking feel uncomfortable. A tear escaped Louis’s eye and he smiled at me.

“Love ya’ Fay. I know things suck now and I know everyone is probably telling you things will get better but even if they don’t, you’ll always be here with us in some way. We all see these little things and they remind us of you. Like yesterday I went to this little coffee shop and there was a painting in the corner of the room that looked like something you would have done. It had all sorts of colors and textures. It sort of looked similar to the one you painted for Liam and Alex’s apartment back in January.” I tried imagining the painting but my mind went blank on what it was that I actually painted for Alex.

I took another breathe and forced out, “Describe it please.” I closed my eyes as Louis talked of the canvas. The first layer was coated with different thicknesses of white to make the colors pop. The colors were at the edges of the painting and got narrower as they reached the middle almost evaporating into the white. There were splattered colors of red, orange, black, yellow, blue, and green but the most seen colors were red and black. Once I held the image of the painting in my head I opened my eyes staring back at Louis whose eyes were also closed thinking of the painting.

Once he opened them again his face grew tense, “I really should be going Fay. I don’t think I’ll see you again until after the tour so goodbye for now. He reached for my translucent colored hand and kissed it carefully before exiting the room closing the door softly behind him. I was left alone again.

I thought about it again, death. If I died then this really would have been the last time I would have seen Louis. It wouldn’t have been me all happy with us joking around together. It would have been me lying here blinking my responses and coughing up my lungs in his face. Great way he’d want to remember our last moments, I thought sarcastically. I almost wished Louis hadn’t visited; at least his last memory of me would have been something more pleasant than this sorry sight.

The nurse that walked in with Louis recorded data that the machines were discovering and asked if I wanted to try to eat again. I nodded my head no and she bit her lip at me. They all probably thought I’ve given up and maybe I was but I wasn't given any good signs to begin with so how could I get my hopes up on something that isn’t going to happen. Death at this point is inevitable. No matter how much I wanted to live that was the truth.

Beeps filled the silence in the room and the nurse left only to knock on it again five seconds later. My head was still turned toward to door and I saw Niall bust through the door with the nurse following him. He sat in the seat that Louis pulled next to me and reached frantically for my hand.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here this morning princess. If I knew they brought you in here I wouldn’t have went to that interview.” I knew he was lying to me but I didn’t show my suspicion.

“Niall she can’t answer you, I’ve told you this already.” She said crossing her arms at him.

“I can.” I said trying to sound stronger but it came out cracked and weak.

The nurse frowned at me, “Don’t strain yourself darling you’re just making it harder on you.”

My crossed my brow, “What does it matter anymore.” I huffed and breathed hard. Niall look nervously at me. He obviously knew something I didn’t.

“Don’t talk like that Fay.” She uncrossed her arms, “It always matters.” She left the room knowing Niall and I needed to be alone.

“They told me you got pneumonia. They said it’s common for patients like you to get infections.” He rested his hands on his knees, “But you probably know that already.” I blinked one of my eyes and then realized he didn’t understand what that meant.

“I know you didn’t want me to get involved Fay but I couldn’t watch you die without knowing I did everything I could have. So I donated bone marrow to you but right when I got put under they transferred you here. So I guess my last attempt didn't really matter.” His eyes stared at the floor at his failure and he wiped his face with one of his hands. “I guess this is what I get for going behind your back huh, karma.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “This isn’t your fault.” I went to say more but my lungs couldn’t pass through enough air.

“I know it’s not. It just feels like it is.” He covered his eyes with his hands and removed them again. This is exactly why I didn’t want him doing this. He always blames himself for things that he has no control over.

He spoke up again, “Fay you’re my whole world and I can’t stand to see you leave me.”

I took up the opportunity, “Good thing you’re sitting down then.” My humor didn’t make him smile like I hoped. A waste of breath.

“I won’t give up on you Fay and I won’t leave you here alone. All I ask is you do the same for me.” I noticed the hospital bracelet still around his wrist as he reached for mine.

I muttered, “I wouldn’t ever mean to.” I tried keeping my responses short so I would have breath to answer him more. I felt my lungs begin to feel tight again and squeezed Niall’s hand. I knew I didn’t have many responses left. My eyes watered as I stared at Niall’s flawless face. His bright blue eyes that once gave me hope now made me realize maybe the end was really coming sooner than I thought. Niall was my reason for needing to live and now it felt like my minutes were numbered. I thought I was ready but I’m not.

He hushed me, “I know... I know you wouldn’t on purpose, Fay. You’ve been so strong the past month and I know everything is painful. In the end you will be ok. Whether you pull through now or…or if you don’t. You won’t be suffering much longer Fay.”

“I love you Niall.” I whispered before tears flooded my eyes. He cried along with me now and I started hyperventilating from the lack of air. I felt like I was drowning in my tears and my breath escaped me. My heart monitor was beeping faster now and Niall rushed out to call for help.

They say when you die your whole life flashes in front of your eyes and boy were they right. I saw my dad die, my mother’s funeral, and various memories with Devonne before I met Niall, and then it went from our first meeting to last day before I entered the hospital. They all flashed by giving them their each second before I took my last gulp of air and sight of Niall rushing toward my bedside before it all went black.

(Niall POV)

“Time of death 10:48pm March 28th 2013.” Called a doctor wearing a white coat to nurse Abbie who despondently wrote it on her clipboard. I broke down against Fay’s lifeless body calling for her to come back to me. Why did she have to go now? Why did it have to happen today? Why did it have to happen at all?

I felt so useless when she started dying right in front of me. I had no control and neither did she. She looked so pained and hurt and now she laid here feeling absolutely nothing. You could stab her and it would make no difference. The nurses tried pulling me away from her but I wouldn’t let them. They took out her IV and unplugged her from the useless machines in the room.

Soon it became too depressing to be there and I left the room wiping my remaining tears from my eyes. I felt like I had no more tears left inside of me. I wanted to leave. Not only the room, but this hospital. It took Marcy first and now Fay. The only girl I would ever love like I loved her.

Have you ever got that feeling when you just want to leave and start walking somewhere and not care where or how you get there but just go somewhere? Well that’s what I felt right now. I didn’t want the fans, I didn’t want my family or friends; I wanted to be alone off somewhere completely new and different where no one would know who I was or where I came from.

There was puddles covering the parking lot and I walked out from the hospital overhang into the drizzling rain. As I drove home, leaves floated down from trees scraping the edges of the road and hitting my windshield as I drove over them.

My phone buzzed in my lap scrambled to answer it, “Hello?” I said.

“The hospital just called me Niall. Please tell me that they were lying.” It was Devonne. Her voice was broke not only by her tears but also by the reception.

“It’s true Devonne. Fay’s gone. I’m on my way back to London now.” The phone beeped in my ear and I looked down at it to see I lost the call. When I looked back up there was a pair of blinding bright lights in my eyes and horrible sound of crunching metal. I opened my eyes and felt a slam into my side of car making my eyes go black.

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~This I Promise You- Chapter 49~

(Niall’s POV)

My eyes opened revealing the plain white walls around me. It took me a few seconds to realize where I was again. The hospital. I was still waiting for Fay’s visiting hours to open again. Phones rang around me and doctors and nurses walked to and fro doing their rounds. I sat up in the chair I was sleeping on and I picked at the gauze taped to my arm. Hopefully the results came in from the test the other night, and hopefully the news was good.

I pulled out my phone and saw various messages light up. None of them caught my interest so I didn’t bother replying. I needed to stretch my legs that fell asleep from the awkward angle I fell asleep in so I stood up from the chair feeling the tingling in my knees and began walking around the lobby.

It seemed like the time Fay and I had left together was just ticking away. From the way she was yesterday it was obvious she was improving but was she improving enough? Her hair was almost completely gone now, but that didn’t matter to me as much as it mattered to her. I told her she was beautiful, which she was, but just by her eyes I could tell she took my words as lies.

I walked into the hospital’s gift shop and searched around the merchandise. There was a stack of stuffed bears in the middle of the store and I grabbed a chestnut colored one from the top of the pile. Its nose was a beige color and its eyes were blue which was pretty unusual for a brown bear. The bear was wearing a plaid scarf and it had a tag attached to his ear. The heart shaped tag opened up and had a poem inside it, “Cubbie used to eat crackers and honey and what happened to him was funny. He was stung by fourteen bees now Cubbie eats broccoli and cheese.” I smiled at the amusing poem and knew Fay would find it cute. I walked up to the cashier and paid for the little bear.

The old woman running the store smiled at me as she scanned the price tag, “Oh I love these little bears. Who’s the one receiving it?” She must not have known who I was because it seemed like the rest of the entire hospital knew why I was there but yet she just looked blankly at me unknowingly.

I stared into her twinkling eyes, “It’s for my girlfriend she’s not feeling very well.” “Oh how sweet,” She answered placing a hand on her heart, “She mustn’t be feeling well if she’s here. I hope she feels better soon.” She handed me a plastic bag with the bear and receipt inside.

“Yeah me too.” I replied waving goodbye to her. Her innocent face still was smiling at me when I turned to exit the shop. I wish everyone would treat us that way, like we were just regular people.

“Niall!” My thoughts were interrupted by Devonne crushing her arms against me. I stared at her confused and saw Josh was standing beside me. I didn’t think they would be here, after all Devonne had the D & C performed just a few days ago. “Are you alright? What happened? I can’t believe I just found out now! Why didn’t you tell us!?” Her eyes were red and I could tell she had been crying again.

“What are you talking about?” I asked muddled by what she was saying. Her face softened and she now looked confused at me.

“About Fay! It was all over twitter everyone was…” She paused, “Wait so nothing happened?”

“What about twitter?” I asked with more thought.

“Some news article was posted yesterday saying that Fay died.” Her words sped up, “There was all these insiders claiming things and- now the more I think about the more stupid I realize I am.” She slapped her forehead. “I shouldn’t have believed it until I got here. It’s just that it was trending and I was getting all these tweets sent to me and I just freaked out.”

I stammered, “You mean people are spreading rumors that she’s dead?” I felt my head pulse.

“Yeah.” Devonne croaked.

I pulled out my phone and clicked on the twitter app. Sure enough my mentions were all asking me to stay strong and wanting to know if the rumors were true. I hit composite tweet and typed rapidly, “I don’t know who started this rumor but I can assure you that it is not true. Stop spreading things like that when you don’t have the facts and don’t believe anything until you hear it out of one of our own mouths.”

I looked back up to Devonne who still looked upset with herself, “What’s that?” she asked pointing to the gauze on my arm. “Oh…It’s err nothing.” I was always horrible at lying.

“Oh please, seriously what is it?”

“Really don’t worry about it.”

“Niall James Horan you tell me right now!” Devonne crossed her arms and blocked me away from moving past her.

I sighed, “You can’t tell Fay alright? Promise?” She nodded at me and so did Josh, “Fay needs a bone marrow transplant but she needs to find a match and that could take forever so I just wanted to see if…I was an eligible match.”

Josh stated with one of his eyebrows higher than the other, “But didn’t Fay ask you not to get into this.” I quickly pulled off the gauze leaving it stinging my skin.

I huffed, “Fay doesn’t know what she’s dealing with. She's just being stubborn and doesn't want me to get involved, but I don’t want to sit here and watch her die knowing that I could have done something to help her.”

“Well how do you know you’re even a match?” asked Devonne uncrossing her arms and placing them on her hips.

“Well I got blood drawn to see if I am and if I am then I can do the transplant for her as soon as the results get in.” I explained.

“And when will that be?”

“Hopefully today.” I answered leaving both of them silent for a second.

“Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into?” Asked Devonne seeming calmer. “Yeah they went over the proced-”

“We don’t mean that. We mean what if this transplant doesn’t help her the way you want it to. You’re just going to blame yourself.” Said Josh.

Before I could return my answer, the nurse Abbie, whom I got to know over my frequent visits, approached us telling us we could visit Fay now. We followed her back into the cancer center and went through the mazelike hallways to Fay’s new room which she had to stay in before her second round of chemo would start. The nurse first knocked on the door before pushing it open like always.

I was relieved when I saw Fay sitting on the windowsill staring outside than how she usually was tucked under her blankets. She turned to face us when she heard us enter the room and her face lit up. Devonne skipped over to her hugging her tight.

“Devonne-Can’t-Breath!” She laughed as she squeezed her sides and then pulled away. She seemed livelier today than she did just a few days ago. Well it could have been just because I came when she told me not to, but she got over that part pretty quickly.

“Hey babe.” I said while pecking her on the lips, “I got this for you.” I pulled out the bear and she smirked at me while reading the tag.

“Cubbie? That was the most originally name they could come up with?” She laughed and hugged me around the waist.

“Afraid so.” I said with a smile shrugging my shoulders. She walked over to her bed and sat down placing the bear on her pillow.

“So did you know your fans killed me already?” I looked at her shocked, “I still have my laptop here it’s not like I don’t see what their saying. I just don’t feel like actually tweeting them back.” She sounded cheerful when she said it.

“Yeah they scared us half to death.” Devonne said sitting beside her on the bed, “But don’t worry pretty sure Niall set them straight.” She shoved my shoulder and I just stood their awkwardly. How was she ok with them saying that?

“Wait so you weren’t mad by that?” I asked

“Not really. I was actually just expecting it to happen at some point.” She reached for a cup of water that was resting on her stand next to her bed. “So…how are you doing Devonne?”

Her face drained, “I prefer just not thinking about it.” I glanced around the room as Fay put her arm around Devonne. This one was bigger than her old one and had less medical things in it since she was technically on a remission. The walls were still that mind-numbing shade of white which I knew must be clawing at Fay’s eyes. She hated white on white; she hated the color white in general. She just found it to be just the most dull, color-lacking shade that ever was. She’d rather have a room completely black than white.

“So what do you even do in here?” Asked Josh scanning across the room.

“Well I sleep most of the day actually, well whenever I can. Sometimes I can’t sleep and end up staying awake half the night so my sleeping schedules a little weird but whenever I’m awake I’m just catching up on some TV shows or reading off those shelves back there. I mean the selections aren’t that great but it keeps me busy.” She gestured to the back wall which had a metal bookcase with two different shelves of books.

“Hey Niall, could I speak with you outside for a second?” The nurse tapped me on the shoulder and I replied back sure, following her outside the room. She softly closed the door behind her and flipped through various pages on her clipboard.

“The results from the test came in and it looks like you are a valid match for Fay. We want to do the surgery first thing tomorrow morning if that’s alright with you.”

“Of course that’s fine.” I replied euphorically.

“You have to know that this could not end very well. Allogeneic transplantation is significantly more difficult and dangerous than either chemotherapy or autologous transplantation. But since Fay’s case is a difficult one this has to be used. People like her are best treated with allogeneic transplant and cure rates after this are twenty percent, but also very many don’t survive. All I ask is that you don’t get your hopes up too high.” She explained with a stern face.

Only twenty percent? Meaning eighty percent don’t. “I realize, but we have to try. If this can save her than it will be worth it.” The nurse pat me on the shoulder and began to walk off, “Wait!” I called after her. She turned back around to face me, “Could you not tell Fay that I’m the donor? I don’t want her to worry.”

She smiled, “Of course, all donors remain anonymous.”

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~This I Promise You- Chapter 48~

(Devonne’s POV- 3/24/13)

I rubbed my hand across my slowly growing stomach. It’s been just sixteen weeks but it feels like it’s been months of pregnancy. All of the wonderful symptoms of having a baby are reaching a pretty intense level. Funny how everyone who's never been pregnant assumes all the changes you're going through are just located in your uterus. Nobody mentions the stuffy nose, the itchy skin, the aching back, and very sudden outbursts of emotion. The only upside of a bulging stomach was at least I’m finally a 36C cup and still growing unlike the small B I was before.

It sucked having Josh away from me while he was on tour with One Direction. I had to take care of myself most of the time receiving probably ten frantic phone calls a day when I wouldn’t text my mother back the second I got her messages. Yes, she was pretty freaked out about this whole thing. I mean I’m now a pregnant nineteen year old girl living in Leicester pretty much on her own. Plus, I never in the past gave my mom any signal that I was a responsible person or planned on becoming one, I mean look where it got me. It took her so much convincing not to send me back home to stay with her but I assured her that I have changed.

Really I have. I had to change. No more drinking, partying, eating whatever I wanted, etc. I was now living for two. I shivered at the thought of it. Sure this kid was going to be my pride and joy but right now all I was worried about was Fay. She just finished her first session of chemotherapy and now she had to stay with some nurse to monitor her before she had to go in for her second session and bone marrow transplant. I try to visit her as much as possible but it just kills to see her beautiful hair thinning and losing pigment along with her puking into buckets beside her bed. It just wasn’t fair that she had to go through this. No one should have to go through something like that.

I sighed rubbing my temples with my middle fingers. I needed to keep positive thoughts because now my baby would be starting to hear things I’m saying and feel what I feel. At least Josh would be coming home today for a break in between show dates. The next concert they have won’t be until the thirty-first so we could spend some time together and he could bring me to my doctor’s appointment today to find out the gender of the baby. I had a feeling it would be a girl but Josh was hoping it was a boy. We both picked out a few names for each gender and my favorites were Marcy for a girl and Caleb for a boy. But I told Josh that sense I’m the one doing all the work; I would get the final say in the name, which he didn’t argue with.

A vibration on my lap stirred me out from my daze. My phone lit up with a text message from Josh, “Is it ok if I bring Niall with us to the hospital? He wants to visit Fay.” Fay had to be moved to the Spire Leicester Hospital because of the crowding at her old hospital. Plus she would get more attention there which was great.

The only problem with Josh’s question was that Fay specifically told Niall she didn’t want him to see her before the tour ended when she was more put together. Her chemotherapy literally just ended two days ago so her chemo symptoms weren’t calmed down yet. I typed back to Josh, “Its fine with me but do you really think it’s a good idea for him to go?”

When I pressed send I felt a butterfly type feeling in my stomach. I placed my hand against my stomach again and felt it almost pulse in a way. Was it kicking? I didn’t think it could this early into pregnancy. I felt a slight panic and pulled my MacBook out from under the black leather couch I was sitting. I quickly typed in my password and searched to see if this was normal. Most of the results just said it’s different for each person but some people have felt the same thing I had around this time as well. Thank god.

I really am not good at this whole pregnancy thing. I just look up everything I question online that the doctor’s haven’t told me and hope for the best. I clicked on twitter to see if the guys have updated on their whereabouts yet. I quickly looked down my followers tweets to see if there was anything interesting but the trending topics were what caught my eye off in the left corner of the screen. There was 32 Million Beliebers, #AskLuke, some random things dealing with sports, and then there was #KeepFightingFay.

It was just a few weeks ago Niall ended up telling an interviewer about her condition and since then the fans pretty much made it their job to trend things in hope that she’ll see them supporting her. I think it’s just because most of them felt guilty of hating on her at the start of the relationship. I clicked on the trend to see what these fans were saying. The top tweet was by some One Direction update account and the tweet read, “Fay should be ending her first chemotherapy session soon #KeepFightingFay” Well I guess some fans are either really good at calculating these things or they are major stalkers creeping into the hospital records, hopefully the first one. The second top tweet read, “Fay is an inspiration to everyone struggling with cancer. Hopefully one day cancer will just be a horoscope sign! #KeepFightingFay”

I couldn’t believe what people were saying about my best friend. She was just like any other person going through what hundreds of people were going through and now she was an inspiration. It wasn’t even like she was famous she was just Niall Horan’s girlfriend, the girl that usually these girls hate on and wish she were dead. But now once the opportunity comes along that she might die, they all love her.

I heard the front door creak open and footsteps enter the foyer. I stood up from the couch cracking my back before skipping over to the corner to see Josh and Niall laughing to each other about some joke one of them said.

“Joshie!” I called running into the foyer with a grin. He pulled into close to him and kissed me on the forehead before looking down at my forming baby bump.

“That definitely wasn’t there when I left.” He stated with shocked eyes. He knelt down and kissed the bump making it feel all fluttery again. Once Josh got up Niall gave me a hug next.

“Hey Devonne you look amazing.” He stared me up and down but spent a little too long staring at my chest causing Josh to hit him on the shoulder.

“Well Niall you haven’t changed a bit.” I teased while ruffling his hair, “How’s the tour been?” I placed my hands on the lower half of my back as we walked into the living room.

Niall had an iffy tone, “It’s been great.” He slumped down onto my leather couch I was sitting on earlier and switched on my TV flipping through channels, “A bit exhausting but great.” He settled on a game of football and Josh went to sit down next to him.

“This tour is pretty exciting actually.” Josh added, “I mean I get to play all the songs so there isn’t much I can do but Niall and the lads get to just hop around like idiots the whole time.”

I joked, “Isn’t that what they did on their last tour?”

He pondered for a second, “No this year it’s more thought out hopping around.” Niall laughed agreeingly. I looked over at the grandfather clock in the corner and saw it was just turning a quarter past four.

I cleared my throat, “So uhm, we kinda gotta go now. My appointment is in a half hour.” The smile on Niall’s face vanished remembering his initial reason for coming here. He looked down at his Supras and Josh looked a bit uneasy as he noticed Niall beside him. As much as I loved Fay, she was taking the original happy feeling of today and making it a bummer. I would be finding out the gender of my kid but at the same time checking her in with her nine month boyfriend who she didn’t want to see.

Both of them weren’t saying anything and I felt my hormones pick up, “Really now? We’re all gonna act all sad? She’s been dealing with this for a month already guys! We’ve established the fact that she is suffering so why do you have to make me suffer along with you! I was really looking forward to today and now you both and Fay ruined it all!” I felt tears rock in my eyes and stormed off into the kitchen.

My hands were in tight fists but I released them to grab a pint carton of Ben and Jerry’s rocky road ice cream from the freezer. I dug a spoon into it scooping out a huge whoop and shoving it down my throat giving into the cravings. I wiped the single tears from my eyes and soon felt guilty for yelling at Josh and Niall like that. After a few scoops Josh came around from behind the divider of the room.

I rolled my eyes at him and looked back down at my ice cream but he grabbed the carton from me and sat down taking a few spoonful’s himself, “I know you didn’t mean it. But you were sort of right, we shouldn’t let this ruin our day. C’mon let’s go get the ultrasound.”

I peeked up at him, “It just sucks you know. I just feel so overwhelmed all the time and you’re never here to help me when I need you.”

He sighed, “I know Devi. It sucks not being able to watch this little guy grow with you. When I saw the bump I just felt so guilty I wasn’t there to see it happen. I feel like I’m already missing out on the kid’s life.”

I grasped his hand, “Well at least you’re here for this.” I smirked at him and pecked him softly on the lips, “Sorry I snapped at you.” Niall walked in now seeming more put together.

“No apology necessary Miss. Hormonal.” He teased with a sense of sarcasm.

We drove down to the hospital which was just a few minutes away. Niall separated from us when we went to go for the ultrasound to see if Fay would let him see her. I sat in the waiting room tapping my foot feeling anxious all of a sudden. I just wanted to get this test over with so I could go make sure Fay was alright. I haven’t seen her for a week or two and she is always so lonely there.

The medical assistant walked in holding a clipboard, “Devonne Monroe?” I practically pulled Josh off the waiting room chair the second I heard my name called and we followed her back into the examining room. I got put into a hospital gown because I would need to also test for fetal anomalies along with a few other things. The nurse put this ultrasound gel onto my stomach and I held Josh’s hand as I waited for the nurse’s diagnostic on the gender. She moved the equipment around on my stomach and her smile faded from her face as she moved it around more.

She stumbled over her words, “I…I’m so sorry but I can’t find a heartbeat.” She put the equipment down, “You’re baby doesn’t have its heartbeat anymore.” I felt anger rush through me.

I screamed, “That’s not possible! It can’t be I felt it moving around just today! It can’t be! She…he…it just can’t be true I know it’s not! Do the ultrasound again!” My voice was desperate and Josh’s eyes were off in another land watching me as I sneered at the nurse to try again.

“I’m sorry darling but there’s nothing more I can do. There’s nothing showing up. Sometimes these things happen and I know it’s hard to hear but we have some people you could talk to-”

I cut her off, “I don’t want to talk to anyone I just want to hear my baby’s heartbeat and know if I’m having a little boy or girl!” I was sobbing now and another nurse walked in to check what was going on, “Please just please check again!”

The second nurse breathed out turning on the ultrasound again. I prayed to God that I would see the heartbeat move but it wasn’t there was just a lifeless body on the screen. I burst out crying and the nurses tried to calm me down.

I stuttered over my words, “What would have it been?” I sniffed with tears streaming down my face.

The first nurse replied, “A girl.” A girl. My little Marcy. I only knew her for such a short time but she became my whole life. I planned everything for her. I had a baby book started with her first ultrasound and all the ones that followed. I had changed my whole life for her. I grew up for her. I loved her. I would spend hours just coming up with little ideas of things we could do together. How I would sign her up for dance classes or football if she was a boy. I would just sit there rubbing her and talking to her. She was the one who was always keeping me company so I was never really alone. And now she’s gone. Just that quick over the course of an hour.

Gone.

I didn’t even want to think about having to get DNC performed to get her taken out. I didn’t want to plan a burial or a memorial or be asked if I wanted birth certificate. I just wanted her. But no one understood that, no one.

“Please Devi; we’ve got to make some decisions about this.” Josh's eyes were red from crying with me and he tried to be brave for me. Acting strong and put together so I wouldn’t have to be.

“Josh, can we please do it tomorrow? They said we don’t have to do this today, I can’t do this today. Please just understand.” I begged him and he finally gave in. I changed back into the loose fitting blouse I was wearing earlier along with a pair of red toms and stretchy pants that looked like jeans. When I left our wing of the hospital I saw Niall leaving a room with a bandage taped to his right arm. He saw my red eyes and rushed over to me and Josh out of concern.

“What’s going on?” He asked confused.

Josh whispered to him, “We…lost Marcy.” Niall frowned and pulled us both into a group hug. I began crying again but softer and less intense out of the fear of people staring at me. Something I didn’t fear very often.

“I don’t fucking understand what happened Niall. Everything was freaking fine one second and then boom she’s gone as quickly as she came. I should have listened to my mom I shouldn’t have stayed here it was all this stress it had to be. What other reason could there be! I just…I can’t be here anymore.” I pushed past them both and went through the hospital doors to find our car. I bumped into a few teenage looking girls when I pushed open the door and didn’t bother to say sorry. They had shocked looks on their faces and Josh and Niall followed after me.

Josh pulled me around to face him, “What do you mean you can’t be here anymore Devi, you can’t leave me, not now.” His eyes were watering now, “You can come on tour with me you don’t have to stay in that house by yourself just please don’t go back to your mom.”

Niall added, “We’re going to need you more than ever. Please c’mon Fay will need you and you’ll need her.”

“I’ll need to think about things. I can’t make any decisions like this. I’m just a wreck just bring me home so I can be alone.” I turned away from them again and sat down in the car turning on the radio.

“You were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life.

Maybe you were needed up there but we’re still unaware as why.” I slammed off the music and covered my hands as I grieved.

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~This I Promise You- Chapter 47~

(Niall POV)

The nurse sighed, “Niall I’m afraid I have some bad news for you.” My breathing stopped. My mind was racing to all sorts of possible conclusions before she could even finish her statement. Was she dead? She can’t be dead.

I mumbled, “What sort of bad news…what’s wrong with her?” The nurse scanned her clipboard a second time and clearly was thinking carefully about her word choice.

She finally responded with sorrow filled in her eyes, “She’s a very rare case that we don’t see very often. But the tests results we got back showed signs of advanced acute myeloid leukemia. Her symptoms match everything and when she arrived here she was suffering from some internal bleeding which is very common with this type of cancer. If you waited any longer she probably wouldn’t have survived the trip over.”

Cancer. Fay had cancer. My girlfriend, who just a few weeks ago, was jumping around the house without a care in the world had cancer. I felt my eyes swell, “Well what happens now? Can she beat it?” She had to beat it. I wouldn’t let her die.

The nurse explained distraughtly, “She is going to be moved onto the cancer wing of the hospital and begin chemotherapy as soon as possible. The process will take six to seven days but she’ll have to stay here for five weeks before taking a month off break before a second consolidation. Where she’s at now it seems like she’s going to need a bone marrow transplant if the first chemo doesn’t get her to healthy amount of blood counts.”

I stared back at her puzzled by her explanation and she continued, “I know this all sounds overwhelming to hear, but all she needs right now is hope. She’s awake right now if you want to go visit her.” I nodded at her and followed down the white narrow hallways to a door that read number, seven hundred and thirteen ICU. The nurse first knocked on the light brown tinted door and pushed it open allowing me inside.

The room was good sized and had a TV hanging from the wall playing reruns of SpongeBob episodes. The colors were all white everything: the bed, the floors, the walls, the sinks, and the shower. My eyes immediately focused on Fay who was sitting up on her bed hooked up to various machines that were beeping and had an IV taped onto her arm. She still looked translucent white but with the help the hospital had already given her she looked at least a little better. Her whole face lit up once she saw me enter the room.

I quickly went to her bedside and grabbed for her hands. She had tears running down her face and she sobbed, “Niall, I’m so scared.” Tears flew from her eyes and I wiped them away hushing her but she continued, “I have it. I have what my dad got back when I was little. He died from this Niall, my dad was the strongest man I ever knew and he didn’t even last a month.” She was in hysterias and all I could do was stroke her face and try not to break down too.

“Just focus on me,” I whispered, “Nothing is going to happen to you alright? I won’t let it. You’re going to be fight through this; we’re all here for you.” As if by queue Harry, Louis, Liam, and Zayn all entered the room walking over to us.

Harry grabbed her second hand away from me and tried soothing her as well, “Its ok love just breathe. You have to have faith, Fay. Don’t give up just because of some diagnostic, you can beat this.” She breathed heavily with single streaks of tears falling.

Liam kneeled beside Harry and added, “Life just likes throwing some curveballs at you and this is just a bump in the road, you need to stay strong and we’ll be here for you when you need us.”

Fay tried collecting herself, “I’m so glad I have you guys here for me right now but you do realize you’re going off on tour tomorrow I can’t have you guys cancel your shows for me. I’m glad you all want to be here but honestly I don’t think you want to sit here watching as I lose my hair and get sick from chemo every day.” She stared down at the long tips of her hair with hopelessness in her eyes. We all weren’t sure of how to answer without upsetting her more. She looked back up again with her blue grey eyes shimmering, “Do the fans know yet, about what happened?”

I looked at her with confusion, “It’s only been like eight hours, I don’t see how they would have found out by now.”

She raised one of her eyebrows, “Really? Do you even check your twitters? Word spreads like wildfire and I know I didn’t just appear here in the hospital they must have seen us leave.”

I questioned, “Do you remember us leaving?”

She shook her head no, “The last thing I remember is coming out of the bathroom and then my memory goes blank.”

I bit the inside of my cheek before replying, “Well basically we had to get out through the crowd and you fainted right before getting into the car so lots of fans saw us leaving.” She stared off into the corner of the room trying to remember it happening, “But they shouldn’t know the reason why and I don’t think we’ll be telling anyone that reason for a while.”

“Or how about ever,” Fay said sarcastically.

“We don’t have to tell anyone.” Zayn stated his face solemn, “This is your business not the whole world’s.”

She sighed wiping her last remaining tears, “I don’t care, I’m sure it’s going to get out one way or another.” A doctor wearing a white coat walked into the room holding some papers. The doctors asked us to leave but Fay told her that she wanted me to stay with her.

The black hair woman pulled up a rolling chair and sat down on the other side of Fay taking notes on the data the machines recorded. There was a deadly silence filling the room and finally the doctor spoke, “Fay do you have any relatives we could contact at all? Parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, anyone?”

Fay’s mouth trembled, “No my parents are dead and were only childs and my grandparents passed away years ago.”

The doctor wrote down a few notes, “Have you gotten your citizenship here in England yet?” Fay nodded and more notes were taken down. “We have to put you on a list for a bone marrow transplant donors due to the fact you have no relatives to see if they are qualified matches.”

I responded before Fay could answer, “What about me? Couldn’t I volunteer to be her donor?” Fay turned to me sharply giving me a look of disapproval but the doctor cut her off as well.

“We will have to see if you’re a match but yes you could be if you wanted to.” The doctor picked up here notes and told us she’d be back in a few minutes with a nurse to change Fay’s IV.

Fay sneered with her voice cracking, “Are you crazy?! You can’t be my donor!”

I blinked my eyes a few times, “Why can’t I? If I’m a match it saves times so you won’t be on a waiting list.”

She snapped, “That’s not the point! If you donate then you’re going to have to be in the hospital overnight and you’ll miss a show and after you have the chance of picking up all sorts of viruses because you’re immune system will be low. I don’t want to give the fans a reason to hate me if you get sick and have to cancel a whole week of shows!”

I objected, “The transplant wouldn’t be until at least two months from now. You still have to go through your first chemo session.”

She huffed, “That’s if I survive that long.” Her words stung.

I crossed my arms at her, “With that attitude you’re not! Seriously Fay you’ve gotta stop talking like that! You’re acting like you don’t even want to survive it!” My voice tore at the end and I felt tears escape my eyes, “Jeez Fay I can’t live without you and hearing you say that hurts.”

She covered her face with her hands groaning, “Niall you don’t understand! People don’t just get over cancer like its nothing! I’m just trying to be realistic here alright! I want to live more than anything but hearing everyone telling me I’ll be fine and that it’s ‘just a bump in the road’ isn’t exactly making me believe it! I will try and I’ll push through the pain but I don’t want to hear everyone keep lying to me!” We paused looking at each other for a few seconds before realizing the nurse had walked in to replace her IV. I moved awkwardly to the side and waiting for her to leave before speaking again.

I lowered my voice back down to a whisper and kissed the top of her head, “I love you Fay. Fighting right now isn’t going to solve anything so why don’t you just tell me what you want now.”

Fay slowly turned her face around to look at me again, “I don’t want you around waiting for me Niall. I don’t want you worrying about me when you’re supposed to be traveling around Europe for the tour. What I need you to do is just forget. Forget everything I’m just a burden to you now, I’m holding you back, and that isn’t fair.” Tears came from her eyes once more, “After you leave today don’t come back until your tour takes a break. I promise I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. I’ll fight for it, I promise you ok?”

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth, “Fay…I can’t do that, I can’t keep away from you.”

She cried, “You’ll have to! You said you’d do what I wanted and this is what I need.”

I brushed her face and put her hair behind her ear, “As much as it kills me…alright.” I don’t want to upset her any more than she already was. “Now can we just enjoy the rest of tonight? Let’s try to find some good in today.”

She laughed sarcastically, “How?” I got up from the side of the bed and set a text to Louis before dimming the lights until they were almost off. I grabbed a flower from a plant that was resting in the corner of the room and wrapped it around her hair before pulling up a chair beside her bed and flipping through channels on the telly. Within a few minutes there was a knock on the door and the rest of the lads walked in carrying my guitar. A smile washed onto her face and she sat up straighter in her bed.

“Hey there girly,” Louis said cheerfully, “Do you have any requests for this acoustic concert?”

Fay giggled softly, “Surprise me, do some Coldplay.” Harry handed me the guitar and I strummed the introduction to Fix You. Harry begun the verse and Liam harmonized till the pre-chorus where Zayn took it making the song his own.

“Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and I will try to fix you.” We all harmonized making even me get goosebumps. By the time we reached the bridge Fay’s eyes were going in and out and she fell asleep by the end of the song. I gestured for the lads to leave and quickly wrote her a note leaving it on the stand beside her bed before kissing her softly enough on the lips so she wouldn’t wake up.

It wasn’t until I left the room and checked my phone that I saw it was almost 3:00am. I traveled slowly down the almost empty hallway and reflected back over the past few months. In just four days it would have been our eighth month anniversary. I had everything planned out for the next few months we we’re going to go all over the world like she had always dreamed. We we’re going to go to every Disneyland there was and taking pictures in front of each of the castles and act more excited than the kids when meeting the characters. We we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.

It’s funny when you think you’ve got life figured out and just when you start planning everything and get excited about it and feel like you know exactly what direction you’re going in, the paths in life change, the signs change, and the wind blows the other way. North is suddenly south and east becomes west and you end up lost.

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~This I Promise You~ Chapter 46

(Niall POV)

The sky just finished becoming dark and I and the rest of One Direction plus our dates sat in the back of the limo driving to the O2 Arena. We were going to have our multiple interview sessions right outside the area for a press event, along with our opening act and close friend, Cher Lloyd. There were going to be tons of questions about the 2013 tour that we could finally answer and probably hundreds of paparazzi taking photos of us alongside with the screaming of fans.

Sabrina sat her head up from Zayn’s shoulder eagerly, “So Fay you excited for your first huge press event?” Fay could barely speak this morning but she assured me she was feeling much better than last night.

Her squeaky voice replied trying to sound enthusiastic, “Yup! It’s going to be cool being on the other side of the camera.” She smiled at Sabrina and then turned to Alex, “What was it like for you your first time?”

Alex gave a sarcastic laugh, “Well do you mean the first time as Liam Payne’s girlfriend or first time as a model?” Fay told her as Liam’s girlfriend, “Well when I first became his girlfriend honestly I didn’t care what the fans thought of me plus I was already used to paparazzi and red carpets so it wasn’t too much of a big deal.” She flicked her hair and wrapped her arm around Liam drawing him closer to her.

Sabrina dragged her words, “Well,” she chuckled, “For me it was completely different. I was just that childhood friend with no fame experience so I was pretty freaked out by everything and in the end, tripped going up the stairs to the Brit awards.” She clasped her hands together nodding her head.

Fay laughed, “Oh I remember that! I felt so bad for you as the pictures and clips went around.”

Sabrina’s eyes got wide, “Wait they did?” Everyone laughed and Zayn kissed her sympathetically on the cheek to cheer her up. I saw the smile on Fay’s face drop as we pulled into the back lot of the arena. Her eyes still drooped from behind her recessive amount of makeup, which was more than she usually wore to parties, and her hands were never kept still always fidgeting. I wanted to so badly just turn this limo around and bring her to a doctor but she was being so stubborn about this. I’ve never seen her this stubborn about anything before.

We got out of the limo and our manager Lisa directed us to the inside of the arena to do our main interview first. The air was chilly and whenever the wind blew it felt about ten degrees colder. Fay crossed her arms for warmth and I put my arm over her shoulders as we walked into the massive circular arena. The fans we already chanting outside and I saw the nervousness gape out of Fay’s eyes.

I needed to calm her down a bit because I could tell she was having some sort of argument with herself inside her head by the way her eyebrows were crossed, “Hey you’re going to do great you know.” Her face turned to stare at me, “Really you are, I promise. You’re my girlfriend Fay, you’re beautiful, talented, and the most intelligent girl out there! You can do a few small interviews.” Her cheeks went from translucent to a hint of pink.

With her voice still sounding hoarse she spoke, “As long as I don’t speak, I’m sure I’ll do fine.”

Sabrina who was walking with Zayn next to us spoke up this time, “Oh trust me no matter how much you don’t want to talk those interviewers are going to pester you guys like crazy.”

“Great.” Whispered Fay almost inaudibly. I squeezed her shoulders tight as we walked up the few steps up the stairs to make sure she wouldn’t fall from her dizziness she’s been having before walking into the main lobby of the arena were ITV News would be interviewing us and then later Nick Grimshaw for BBC Radio 1. They directed us to a platform with two oversized couches and one Priscilla chair to the right of them. Fay and I sat on the far left followed by Zayn and Sabrina then Liam and Alex and lastly Harry and Louis.

A high spirited blonde haired woman walked up to us shaking each of our hands, “Hey guys it’s nice to be talking with you today! My names Molly and we’ll be having our interview in just a few moments we’re just waiting for the cameras to be set up.” Her British accent was high and perky, sort of stereotypical, and she looked to be in her late twenties. They turned on a few flood lights for the interview and then Molly took her seat in the chair beside us watching for the signal to start the interview.

“Hello! Molly here sitting with the one and only One Direction!” She gestured to us and we all waved hello, “Now besides just having One Direction we also have their lovely girlfriends so why don’t you girls introduce yourselves?” I felt Fay’s body tense up beside me and I held her hand tighter in support.

“I’m Alex.”

“I’m Sabrina.”

“And I’m Fay.” Her voice squeaked at the end.

“Oh Fay do you have a bit of a sore throat or something?” Molly asked with a bit of restraint in her face.

Fay brushed the air, “Yeah just some silly allergy or something.” Or something, I thought to myself. I gave her a disapproving look but she didn’t look phased. Molly changed the subject obviously from hearing something in her earpiece.

“So boys you start your huge 2013 world tour tomorrow in none other than the very arena we’re sitting in now, the O2 Arena! So how many shows you’ve got out here in London?” Her eyes scanned all of us but settled on Zayn, making it so he would answer the question.

“We’ve got eight shows total here and then we go off to Glasgow for a night or two.” Zayn stated and all of us shook our heads in agreement.

“Eight shows? That’s huge and they’re all sold out I believe right?” She looked towards Harry this time signaling it was his turn to answer.

“Uh, yeah all of them. Almost the whole tours sold out I think.” He spoke slowly dragging his words.

“Wow it’s amazing what you’ve all accomplished in just two almost three years! So what’s new about this tour what are some things you’re changing up?” Her face craved the answer and she got wrinkles in her forehead as she looked to Liam for a response.

Liam uncrossed his legs sitting up straighter with excitement, “Well we chose a larger amount of songs to perform this year and we’ve got our friend Cher Lloyd opening for us which will sure be interesting for us having her on tour, and also we made the show itself bigger. We’ve got some stunts and all sorts of things we can play with on stage, erm, and there are some cool lighting effects as well.”

Louis followed after him, “Yeah we like being able to jump around and just act crazy on tour so every night is a different show so it’s not so much everything happens on queue but more whatever we feel like that night.” He looked at Harry with a smirk.

“Yeah, we are a bit childish so this show really helps us let us just be ourselves, which I think the fans enjoy.” Concluded Harry still looking back at Louis.

Molly’s sharp voice erupted again, “Sounds like a great show! So I’ve only got you for a few minutes so let’s get down to some questions your fans sent in.” She pulled out her iPhone 5 and scrolled down some tweets before reading the first one, “This one is good it’s for Niall: What is a typical day like for when you’re just home relaxing?”

“Well I just moved into a new flat so to be honest my typical days of relaxing involve painting and re-painting rooms and just hanging around, eating, and being with my lovely here.” I poked Fay's cheek with my finger and she blushed slightly smiling back at me with her crystal white teeth.

The interview went on like every other interview we ever do and we finally finished and got to leave the talkative blonde behind. When we stood up from the maroon leather couch Fay’s face looked more drained than it had before we arrived here. I noticed her shaking hands and before I could even open my mouth to ask if she was alright she cut me off,

“I’ll be right back ok. I, I just have to go to the bathroom before we head outside.” She dashed away from us and I was left standing by the edge of the platform.

“Hey Niall you coming?” Called Louis from the exit door that lead to the start of the carpet.

I called back to him, “I’ll be out in a few. I’m just waiting for Fay alright?” Louis waved goodbye and went to check my twitter and follow a few people to have the time go by. I just clicked on the first few names in my mentions which happened to be a girl named Caty, another named Marley, and one other named Taylor. When I closed the app on my phone, I saw Fay walk out of the bathroom holding onto her throat.

My blood ran cold as I saw the frantic look on her face. I ran over to her and she shivered in my arms. She was ice cold.

She stuttered out, “Niall…I, I think I need to go like now.” I had no doubt in my mind that she needed to but how could we the limo left and the only way out was through the doors leading to the public. I guess I sort of just stood there for a while and she sputtered out again, “Niall I just coughed up blood I need to go now. I really don’t think I can stand much longer. During the interview just sitting there I felt like I was about to pass out.” Blood? This can’t be good at all.

I muttered back to her, “Ok, ok we’ll find a way to get outta here. Just…just wait here let me call a cab the limo wasn’t supposed to pick us back up till eleven.” I walked over to Lisa who was speaking with one of the workers for ITV News. She looked deep in conversation but I couldn’t wait for her to finish, this couldn’t wait longer than it already had been. I pulled her by the arm briskly to the side of the platform. She looked pissed off so I broke out quickly to her to explain.

“Look I know I should be out there right now but I need to get Fay out of here and to the hospital. She’s been sick for the past week and I told her she shouldn’t have come today and that it was getting worse but she wouldn’t listen and now she’s coughing up blood and I really don’t think we need her passing out on the carpet in front of hundreds of people.” I blabbed rapidly and her eyes went from pissed to almost mortified.

She elucidated, “Niall this arena is circled by crowds of fans and paparazzi. Once the limos left they just piled up everywhere. You're going to have to walk through the crowd.”

I argued, “Are you mad? How are we going to get through the crowd? They’re going to be all over us. Can’t we just clear a way?”

She rebutted, “You need the quickest way possible and clearing a way could take forever. The nearest hospital is almost a half hour away and if Fay is as bad as you think she is you’re going to need her there as soon as possible.” I nodded at her, “I’ll call you a ride it should be there by the time you make it out. Take Paul and Andy with you for security I’ll have some security move the crowd away from you as you walk through.” She walked away with her heels clicking the floor as she dialed numbers in her phones and spoke into a walkie-talkie.

I grabbed Fay and we walked out a second door where four or five huge muscled security men walked in front of us leading us through the crowd. I had my arm around Fay’s waist assisting her as she walked. The bags under her eyes seemed to stick out now more than ever and she was quivering uncontrollably. Paul walked behind us with Andy and fans screamed my name as we walked past but I didn’t acknowledge them. My eyes were stuck on the girl I loved and the path toward the car waiting just a few feet away from us.

Lights were beaming into my eyes and I felt Fay’s body loosen and become more dependent on my arm to keep her up. She began to collapse and I gripped her side fiercely so her head wouldn’t hit the ground. Paul rushed forward taking her fragile body into his arms carelessly and we hurried forward to the car ignoring the roaring from the crowd and the flashes of pictures and videos being taken.

I called her name trying to wake her up in the car once Paul set her down with her head lying against my lap. I clasped her hands in mine and tried fighting back tears. I remembered back to when she fainted in Tampa. Even back then when she was unconscious she looked livelier than she did now. What if she didn’t wake up this time? What if my ignorance of this whole thing led to her lying in a coma the rest of her life?

I brushed her pale white face, “I’m so sorry Fay. I shouldn’t have let this happen to you. I shouldn’t have believed you when you said you were fine. I knew you weren’t fine, I’m jus, just so sorry.” I kissed her cold forehead allowing my eyes to water. It looked like she could actually be a corpse right now. It didn’t help that the red dress she was wearing made her skin looked ten times lighter than it really was. She just looked so unmoved and still, I had to check to make sure she actually was keeping a pulse. And luckily I still felt the very faint beats of her heart.

“She’ll be fine Niall. She’s strong she can pull through this. Plus I’m always right.” Paul said reassuringly, but I wasn’t in the mood for his reassuring. I told the driver to speed up and got to the hospital in just about twenty minutes. Paul carried her in again and they kept us both waiting in some sort of waiting section while they ran tests on her.

I paced back and forth and back and forth, waiting and waiting for the nurse to call us in. The ticking on the clock echoed in my mind and hours passed. We waited two hours to just hear that she had woken up and then hours more telling us they had to run more tests. It was just tests after tests after tests. The lads had been texting me the whole time worried as well. They told me they would be here as soon as the event ended in a few minutes.

I finally sat down on the waiting room chair and laid my head back against the wall closing my eyes. She’ll be fine. That’s all I want to hear right now from that nurse’s mouth. There were just a few other people in room with Paul and me. One looked to be a thirty year old man, another was probably sixty year old woman, and the last one was a young girl around my age cuddled with a younger sister. A different nurse walked in this time calling the young girl and her sister. She told them how their mom was doing well and that they now had a younger brother. Hopefully my news could be as good as that.

I tapped my fingers against the wooden chair making a rhythm. Tap, tap, tappitty tap. Just over and over I did the rhythm adding more variations and mixes. Right before the nurse, our nurse, came back grabbing my hand to stop me from tapping. I opened my eyes to see her dark skinned face peer at me with distress.

“Sorry this is taking so long Mr. Horan but I’m afraid I’ll have to talk to you in the hall.” My blood went cold again. I stood up off the plain wood chair and cracked my back that ached from sitting in the same position too long.

“You know if you’re going to make people wait so long you really should have more comfortable chairs.” I complained with closing the waiting room door behind me trying to lighten the mood.

The nurse sighed, “Niall I’m afraid I have some bad news for you.”

#One Direction #Niall Horan #Liam Payne #Louis Tomlinson #Harry Styles #Josh Devine #Fanfiction #One Direction Fanfiction #Niall Imagine #One Shot

~This I Promise You- Chapter 45~

(2/20/13)

Months. Months had gone by like seconds. It seemed like from the moment I closed my eyes shut in the car coming home Christmas, they sputtered open on New Year’s Day and once they closed that night, they opened back up to February 1st, Harry’s birthday. Now here we are two days before the 22nd where Niall would be spending his last few days in London. Two days away before they performed at the O2 Arena in London. A day away from the big media ‘red carpet’ event here where I had to make an appearance along with the rest of the lad’s dates.

I was stressing out a bit. Ok maybe a lot. Sure the fans seem to be nice when meeting me, but there are some fans who still hate on me and no doubt I’ll get hate for being there tomorrow. I could see the tweets already:

“Why is she even there? She isn’t even a celebrity!

She’s just an attention seeking whore who wants all the attention on her!

Why is Niall even dating her? It’s obvious she’s just dating him so he buys her everything! Who do you think bought her that dress…not her.”

I shook the images out from my head and felt my side cringe as I rolled over to my side. I rolled up my cami to see a yellow bruise where my side pained. Where did this one come from? I rolled back down my shirt and felt my heavy eyelids sag closed again. God I’ve been so tired. Niall and I finally finished fixing up the flat and doing it just took all my energy out of me.

I sniffed my stuffy nose and wiped my face that was wet from night sweats again. Well I guess I really was getting sick. The past week I’ve been trying to hold up I mean I didn’t have anything serious just a low fever, sleepiness, no appetite. The usual common cold/flu symptoms. I peeked my eyes open again and saw Niall had already left the bed, he never woke up before me. I sat up suddenly, a little too quick because my eyes went all blotchy making my head reel.

I croaked out, “Niall?” My voice was hoarse, “Niall are you home?” I looked around frantically for signs that he hadn’t left before I saw his blue eyes peek around the almost shut door.

“Hey you’re awake!” He smiled wide and came in holding a cup of tea, “I could tell you weren’t feeling to well so I made you this.” I grabbed the cup from his hands with my arms shaking. He looked toward me with worry, “You sure you don’t want to see a doctor, it seems like you’re only getting worse.”

I shook my head, “No, no really I’m fine. Things always get worse before they get better.” I said with a weak voice. I sipped the tea letting it coat my throat and have the caffeine wake me up.

Niall still had a look of concern, “I don’t know…but if you say so love.” He moved my bangs out of the way of my droopy eyes and got off the bed pulling out some clothes from his drawer, “I got to meet the boys at the arena for rehearsal in an few minutes but it’s just down the street if you need me so don’t be hesitate to call me ok?” I nodded in response drinking the last few drops of the tea in my mug before setting it on the crème night stand beside me.

Then it hit me, “A few minutes? What time is it now?” Did I really sleep that long?

He slipped on a white t-shirt, “It’s just about one why?”

My mouth went open with shook, “Because that means I just slept for eighteen hours!” Plus I still felt tired.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Well to be honest, you needed the rest. I wouldn’t want you to wake up when you feel like absolute shit.” He finished slipping on a pair of pants and looped a belt around his waist, “I actually don’t think you should come tomorrow. I don’t want you to have the paparazzi and fans in your face when you look like you just woke up from the dead.”

I placed my hands on my hips standing up from the bed, “And what exactly is that supposed to mean? I feel fine, better than ever.” I stuck my tongue out at him and grabbed my mug off the stand to bring it into the kitchen. Niall followed my out stumbling to get his high tops on.

He explained trying to get me convinced, “That’s not what I meant. You look lovely babe it’s just that you’re as thin as a piece of paper and you can basically see right through your skin. You should spend your time resting tomorrow not worrying about what the media and fans have to say about us.”

I rinsed my cup out and left it in the sink turning back to him with a bit more sass, “So you’d rather leave me here alone in the house to care for myself while you’re gone the whole day? Isn't it bad enough I'll be left here the next few months alone? God forbid I spend one of my last days with you when I have the sniffles.” He went to speak but no words came out, “That’s what I thought, so see I have to go tomorrow don’t worry about me, I won’t let some flu get the best of me.” I rolled my eyes and kissed Niall on the cheek before he exited the flat to rehearsal.

The smile on my face vanished and I covered my mouth before running to the bathroom to vomit. I held my hair with one hand and grabbed onto the toilet seat with the other. Fucking flu. My head was spinning but I washed my face and brushed my teeth before leaving the bathroom to eat some breakfast, or well lunch by now. It was true what Niall had said, I have lost weight but it could just be from my not eating the past few days. I went to pour milk into my cereal but the even the scent of milk made me feel nauseous so I decided to skip yet another meal.

I needed to get my mind off of it. Distracting yourself is the best way to feeling better. I traveled over to the bedroom and searched through my closet to pick a dress for tomorrow. It couldn’t be too fancy but yet it couldn’t be too not fancy. I wanted to show off a bit more than I usually did, but still keep it classy. I dug deep into my dress rack and pulled out a red chiffon dress that had the sweetheart under-layer details.

I slipped it on and it fit just right being snug at my torso but looser the waist down. I twirled a few times letting the dress poof out a bit and whipped my hair around before putting on a pair of high silver heels. I walked around our square shaped room but my knees began feeling weak so I grabbed onto the bed beside me for support. I was definitely wearing flats tomorrow.

I breathed heavily finding myself short of breath. I quickly got out of the dress and back into the sweats I was wearing earlier. If I wanted Niall to let me go tomorrow I need to stay off my feet and rest. I walked into the living room and slipped in the DVD of Finding Nemo before cuddling in my fuzzy cozy blanket on the couch. My head was pounding and I felt my burning forehead to see if my fever had gone up. You’re fine Fay, you just need some rest. I had an idea stuck in the back of my mind that was just gnawing my brains out. But I refused to listen. That’s not it, I said to myself convincingly. You’re just being delusional, no need to jump to conclusions.

I cleared my thoughts and concentrated on the movie in front of me projected on the flat screen. Nemo was swimming out to the boat as his father called after him. I shivered under the blankets making myself into a cocoon in attempt to warm myself but it failed. I watched as Marlin chased after the speeding boat with Nemo on board and closed my eyes hoping to feel better once I woke up like I usually do.

My mind escaped into a dream. I was standing on a platform with Niall in what seemed to be an interview. The audience was grey and the only things colored was whatever laid on the platform: Me, Niall, the interviewer, and cameras. Flashes were blinding me and Niall squeezed my hand as the middle aged man spoke in almost monotony, “What do you doing for a living Fay? What’s it like having Niall as a boyfriend?” Before I could answer the paparazzi from the crowd erupted with their own questions all speaking over each other, “Is it true you’re living together? Niall what type of girl is Fay? Fay is Niall as he appeared to be when you first knew him as just a band member?” My head began to ache and I placed my hand to my temple trying to ease its pain.

I stuttered over my words, “I’d, I’d like to answer your questions just please one at a time.” The muttering from the crowd turned into roaring and now the focus of the crowd turned sharper showing no signs it was the people who were speaking. The voices were all in my head. They weren’t silencing and I closed my eyes trying to clear my head. I pictured my first date with Niall at the hotel and Niall showing me the stage the second time we met at the concert. I filled my mind with memories and soon the voices fell silent once again.

I opened my eyes and the interviewer was looking at me still waiting for a response, “I’m in college studying art and Niall is an amazing guy I can’t believe how lucky I am.” I stared into Niall's eyes and pressed our hands closer together. After I answered it was almost like clock word the voices came from the crowd and I was quickly drawn away from the nightmare by a pair of hands shaking me awake.

I gasped bringing myself back to reality. My whole body was in sweat and I breathed heavily trying to regain myself. Niall still had his arms on my shoulders and he pulled me into a hug as soon as I calmed down, “C’mon let’s get you to bed princess,” my eyes went wide and Niall lifted me off the couch effortless bridal style, “I’ll sing you to sleep to keep away the night terrors.” I put my head in the indent of his shoulder and neck and felt my body weak in his arms though I tried not to show it.

Niall tried to gently place me down on the covers but I still felt little needles pressing into my side and ribs. I knew more bruises were there I always bruised so easily from the littlest things, “Darling are you sure you want to go through with this tomorrow. I don’t want to leave you here but this could be something worse than you think. We should get you to a doctor.”

I sighed, “Yes I’m sure, if you’re really worried than I’ll go to the doctor’s on Friday morning while you go to rehearsal before your show. Just not tomorrow, I need to be there tomorrow to support you. Sabrina and Alex will be there for Liam and Zayn and Louis and Harry will be there for each other and you’ll be left alone.” He tucked me in under the sheets and turned off the light on his night stand making the room dark. The alarm clock by my side read 11pm and I had to be up in twelve hours so I would have plenty of sleep.

Niall laughed, “I wouldn’t be there alone I’d have my five best friends. Really Fay it’s not that big of a deal.”

I argued, “Well it’s a big deal to me.”

Niall hushed me, “I know, I know babe. That’s the only reason I’m allowing you to do this. Now close your eyes so I can put you to sleep.” He crawled in next to me wrapping his arms around my waist with his lips close to my ear. He hummed and began singing Fall by Ed Sheeran one of my favorites of his. Once he got to the chorus I harmonized the parts and he only shushed me again, “Just sleep love.”

And I will fall for you

And if I fall for you

Would you fall too?

#One Direction #Niall Horan #Fanfiction #One Direction Fanfiction #Josh Devine #Louis Tomlinson #Harry Styles #Liam Payne #Zayn Malik #Imagine #Preference #One Shot

~This I Promise You- Chapter 44~

(12/24/12- Louis’s Christmas-Birthday Bash)

After doing some late Christmas shopping the past few days, Christmas Eve was finally here. I wasn’t really sure on what to get everyone so Niall had picked out most of the gifts, which he even wasn’t that great at. Pretty much all of the boys’ families were going to be there along with Josh and Devonne and also Sabrina and Alex, which I was grateful for.

Niall had told me to dress semi-formal so I decided on wearing a knee-length red lace dress. I had a black belt wrapped around it for some style and my black peacoat for warmth. Meanwhile Niall was wearing a nice dark green button down shirt with black dress pants. Which he looked gorgeous in.

We arrived at Louis’s mom’s house in Doncaster a little bit past five. There were three cars already in the driveway so we parked right on the side of the road along with a few other cars. My feet crunched the snow as we walked up to the oversized cottage looking house. My nicely done curls were blowing in the breezy as Niall pressed the doorbell. The air was cold and made my nose tingle. I heard footsteps get close to the door and it was open by Johanna who had a cheerful smile on her face.

“Fay, Niall so glad you made it!” She kissed us both on the cheek and brought us over to the living room where everyone was seated. There was a fireplace in the center of the far wall that was burning and a long beige couch in front of it that had Louis, Harry, Gemma, and Lottie all sitting on it. On the wall to the left was a small side table that had Liam and Alex playing a card game and to the right was Josh and Devonne sitting on a sofa with their heads leaning on each other.

“Hey look who’s here guys!” Johanna said joyfully. Louis and Harry’s heads turned around first and practically jumped off the couch to give us hugs.

“How’ve you been guys? The new flat treating you well?” Harry gave Niall a wink.

“The flats great Harry,” I answered with a sly smile, “What about you and Lou?” Louis wrapped his arm around Harry and flicked his hair to the side.

“We’re doing just fine thanks for asking.” Niall and I laughed at them and then Harry’s mom entered the room holding two cups of hot chocolate. She had a on a cute Christmas sweater that actually didn’t have the usual horrible Christmas sweater look.

“Hey guys! Do you guys want a cup of hot chocolate?” She asked brightly with her brown eyes gleaming.

“Course!” Niall answered almost immediately grabbing one of the mugs from Anne. She then handed the other cup to me that was blue and had little white trees painted on it. The heat from the cup made my hands instantly warm up from the brisk coldness from the outside.

Once Alex had finished playing her game with Liam she waltzed up to me with her unique cunning smile. Her face still had the fox look and now her hair was dyed an auburn shade of red.

“Hey Fay! Happy Christmas!” Her British accent was thicker than I remembered. She pulled me into a hug and I could tell that she lost some weight. It was probably because of her job, she was a model and all.

“You too!” I said with a smile, “So what have you been doing lately? I haven’t seen you since Florida!”

She sighed, “Oh the usual did a few fashion shows, photo-shoots, went to fashion week in New York which was amazing. But the past month I’ve just been relaxing here with Liam.” She talked as if the events were nothing.

“Fashion week?! That’s huge!” My eyes were wide with disbelief.

“Well not when you’re a model. It was my second time going there so it wasn’t as intimidating this time around.” She placed her hands on her hips and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “So how has London been treating you?”

I expressed, “Amazing. It’s everything I thought it would be. I’ve just been living here a few weeks but it’s never really boring. It’s just a bummer that Niall had work most of the week.” I saw Niall in the corner of my eye talking to Gemma and Lottie on the couch.

Her eyes understood, “I know what you mean. But I guess for me it’s a bit easier because when Liam was working, I usually had to work too so I wasn’t left alone. It makes our schedules kind of tight though we don’t see each as much as I wished we did.” As she finished Liam came up from behind her and grabbed her waist pulling her into his chest.

Liam spoke into her ear, “C’mon babe the foods almost ready to be served so we gotta pick our seats.” Just as they walked into the dining room, Johanna called everyone else in to eat.

Niall came up next to me grabbing my sides casually leading me into the dining room following the crowd. They had to extend the dining room table longer so everyone could fit. Everyone’s families already were seated and Niall and I took the seats next to his brother Greg who I had only met for a few minutes back when we were staying at Niall’s mom’s house.

“Hello Fay, you look absolutely stunning.” Greg’s accent was thick and he looked me up and down as I put my coat on the back of my chair before sitting down.

“Hey watch what you say, she’s mine.” Niall said placing his arm around my shoulders sticking his tongue out at him.

“Well you’re a lucky guy Nialler.” Greg scooped up some mashed potatoes and Niall handed him the plate with ham. Everyone piled the food onto their dishes and dug into the meal. Zayn’s sister was teasing him about when Sabrina was going to move in like the rest of us and Fizzy and Lottie were both gossiping about the new boys down the street who were apparently quite fit.

The One Direction moms were all sharing embarrassing stories from when the boys were in their ‘awkward phases.’ Niall tried to get me to not listen to them and covered my ears when his mom spoke of the time him and his friends took all these embarrassing photos on his old bebo. But what he didn’t know was that I’ve seen all those photos before when fans leaked them since he never deleted the page.

I noticed Devonne who was sitting across from me start fidgeting with her hands. Josh grabbed her taping fingers, giving her reassuring looks as she spoke up, “Hey guys, I actually have some news for you all.” Everyone looked eagerly toward Devonne and she paused for a second, “Well it just so happens that Josh and I are expecting.” The whole table erupted with gasps and cheers.

“When did you find out?” asked Sabrina with a smile curved onto his lips.

“Well I went to the doctor’s a few weeks ago and decided to just tell you all at once.” She gained a little more confidence as she spoke but her voice had a higher tone due to her nervousness.

“That’s so great! When do you get to find out if it’s a boy or girl?” Daisy, one of the twin younger sisters of Louis’s, asked eagerly.

Devonne giggled, “Not for a while Hon, like sixteen more weeks.” She seemed happier about the situation now, almost excited. I could tell that she actually wanted this to happen now. The smile on her face was genuine and the way she looked at Josh, I knew they would make a great family.

Once we all finished our dinner I helped the moms clean up all the dishes in the kitchen. They were all so kind and seemed to all enjoy each other’s company. I mean they all understood what each other were going through. They all had to see their sons off when they were just sixteen, seventeen, and nineteen years old.

“Oh Fay dear you don’t have to help us with these dishes really why don’t you go off with the lads and enjoy yourself.” Maura’s Irish tone spoke sweetly to me and after washing a few dishes I took her advice and went to find Niall.

There were Christmas carols playing over the speakers in the room and the clock resting the mantel of the fireplace ticked showing it was now almost midnight. Devonne and Josh decided to head out because she was exhausted from the day and Niall’s family had to travel back over to Mullingar so they left as well. Sabrina and Zayn were cuddled in each other’s arms on the long couch asleep and Louis and Harry were playing the question game with Lou’s younger sisters by the fireplace. It left Liam, Alex, Niall, and I all gathered around the sofa staring out at the falling snow blowing around in the drifting wind.

I wanted to see if anyone had tweeted about tonight and I first looked at Greg’s twitter and sure enough his latest tweet read: @HazelFields1 has an appetite like Niall’s. Best couple I’ve ever seen. I smiled down at my phone and typed a reply back to him, “@GregHoran87 Actually I eat more, but don’t tell Niall he gets competitive.” With a smirk on my face I hit send and I looked up to see Niall peering over my shoulder.

“Snooping much?” I said with my eyebrows raised playfully.

“You do not eat more than me.” He said changing subjects.

I laughed at him and poked his lips with mine, “Sure I don’t.”

He frowned, “But…but you don’t! I challenge you to a Christmas cookie eating contest as soon as we get home!”

I smirked at him, “Niall,” I said dragging out his name, “It’s already midnight plus those cookies are for Santa.” This time he laughed and kissed me on my forehead. He looked over to Louis and called him over. He got up off the snow colored carpet and strutted over to us.

“It’s getting late so Fay and I should be heading out soon mate so we’re just gonna wish you a happy birthday and get outta here.” Explained Niall.

Louis simpered, “Yeah you guys aren’t gonna be getting back to London until like three at this rate. Well thanks for coming and have a good Christmas.”

I thanked him, “You too Louis, hope you and Harry have a nice holiday as well.” We both stood up from the couch and gave Louis tight hugs goodbye along with everyone else in the house.

When we exited the house the sky was pitch black and the only thing illuminating was the street lights and the crescent moon. The snow had piled higher since we arrived and the trees that had bare branches now where covered in white. The streets were silent and most lights in the neighbors’ houses were off.

Once we got into the black range rover, I felt my sleepiness build up.

“Do you think you’ll be able to drive all the way back?” I asked cautiously. I didn’t want Niall falling asleep at the wheel.

He spoke still seeming un-phased by the night, “Yeah its fine, I’ve driven home later than this before.” I wanted to sleep to make the time go by faster but I didn’t want to leave Niall alone. I flipped on the radio and once of their new songs off Take Me Home was playing. Because of school and all the traveling I still hadn’t listened to the album in depth yet. I’ve probably listened to each song maybe once or twice but not enough times to know the words by heart or anything.

I listened closely to the song I realized it’s backtrack sounded offley familiar, and then it hit me. It was the song. The song he sang to me on my birthday six months ago.

“Niall?” I said suddenly feeling a bit more awake, “Is this the song? The one you wrote for me?” Right after I asked the chorus picked up and I heard the too familiar phases that I used to sing too myself when he wasn’t around. They had switched some of the words and melody but once you broke it down it was the same song. They had chosen it for the album.

“You remember?” he said looking at me with his ocean blue eyes sparkling, “We changed it so much I didn’t think you would tell.” It was true they changed the originally acoustic sounding song to be more pop-like and added much more instruments that the initial plain guitar.

“Yeah of course I remember it! I can’t believe it actually got picked for the album.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it as I spoke with tears held back. This was the song that defined us, even if they had to change it around I still knew the original words and the real meaning behind it.

“The boys and I wouldn’t have wanted a different song in its place princess.” He kissed my hand once we reached a red light and began singing along to the song making his harmonies more present. His voice calmed me closing my eyes and I mumbled to him before I fell asleep.

“Merry Christmas Niall, I love you.”

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~This I Promise You- Chapter 43~

(12/20/12)

The morning light was shining through my closed eyelids. Niall and I had just finished moving into the flat and I was getting into the usually morning routine for us. I would usually wake up first and if I didn’t wake up Niall, he’d get up by noon. I loved making us both breakfast in the morning and it was a great way of waking him up. I would begin cooking while he slept in and once I set it on the table it’s like he just knows the food is there and comes running in with a grin on his face.

The cold was what woke me up this morning. I was just wearing a pair of shorts and a cami and there was just a sliver of blanket covering less than half of my body. Still having my eyes closed, I attempted to pull more blanket over me but Niall was clutching onto it tightly. He wasn’t used to the whole sharing a bed thing yet. I tugged harder on the blanket trying to see if his clutch would loosen but soon gave up. I opened my eyes revealing the still white walls and grey carpets and rolled over to see Niall lying asleep with his mouth hung open and spread out across half the mattress. I softly giggled trying not to wake him.

Niall wasn’t supposed to start work again but lately management has been calling at least once a day trying to schedule in a photoshoot and if it wasn’t a photoshoot it would be an interview and so on. Last night they had to go to some event for more publicity on their new album and he didn’t get back until I was already asleep. Because of him being out most of the week we haven’t been able to change much in the house yet, so walls stayed unpainted and the flat still was left with minimal furniture.

I flipped my legs over the side of the bed and stretched out my arms and cracked my back. I heard Niall mumble something and turned to face him. He turned over in the bed facing away from me now. I brushed it off knowing he was just sleep talking again and got off the bed. After spending a few nights in the hotel I soon found out about Niall’s sleeping habits. He always mumbles things in his sleep usually about what he’s dreaming about, like on the first night he was complaining about food portioning’s.

I opened up the closet and got a sweatshirt from off my half. I pulled it over my head and grabbed a pair of grey fluffy socks to warm up my freezing toes. As I was about to walk out the door, I heard Niall mumble a bit louder than before, “I love you, come back.” He sounded as if in despair and weak. I turned back to face him snuggled up in the white bed sheets like a cocoon. He was frowning in his sleep and I brushed my hand against his face. Immediately his bright eyes opened and the frown turned into a simper, “Fay you’re here.”

“Why wouldn’t I be silly?” I asked with my head turned to the side.

He sat up now wiping his eyes, “It was just a dream, or well a nightmare.” He noticed the lack of smell in the air, “You haven’t made breakfast yet? I guess I still am in the nightmare!” He joked.

I laughed at him, “Nope no breakfast yet, I just woke up myself because someone kept me up half the night.”

“Sorry princess, why don’t I help you out with breakfast?” He asked while shaking his hair out of his face. He followed me out into our spacious kitchen and I handed him the ingredients I would usually use to make pancakes. Once I gave them to him I walked out of the kitchen and jumped onto the couch.

“Hey I thought we were making it together?” He said a bit disappointed.

I put my arms behind my head, “Nahh, I think you should do it today, unless you’re not up for it.” I winked at him and he began to open his mouth but quickly closed it again before cracking eggs into a bowl.

My eyes wanted to close and I didn’t stop them. I had only gotten a few hours of sleep after Niall woke me up late last night crawling into bed at two in the morning, so I let Niall be the cook this morning, considering I might just burn something with my eyes dozing off like they are now.

What seemed like two seconds later actually was a half hour. Niall jumped on the couch making me nearly have a heart attack. I placed my hand over my heart and yelled, “You scared the hell out of me!” At least I wasn’t tired anymore. Niall threw me over his shoulders as I kept yelling at him to put me down. I smelled the pancakes on the table and he put me down once we reached the table right beside the kitchen.

“Trust me Fay these pancakes will be worth me waking you up.” He grabbed the forks out of the kitchen and placed one beside each dish. I slid my wooden chair in and dug into the plate of pancakes in front of me. There was an after taste to the pancakes that made my mouth water in delight, “Did you add vanilla?” I didn’t even know we had it in the house.

“Yeah while you were sleeping I went to the market down the street just to get a few things we needed.” He spoke in-between bites.

I questioned raising my eyebrows with suspicion, “We needed vanilla?”

He spoke proudly, “Yup because we’re going to bake cookies. We’re all going to Louis’s mums house for his birthday on Monday and celebrating Christmas with the lads while we’re there. So I thought it’d be nice to bake some cookies for it.”

I smirked, “But we both know these cookies are going to be gone by tonight.” I finished swallowing the last of my pancakes and put my plate into the dishwasher while drinking the rest of my orange juice.

“That’s true but well let’s make some cookies!” He laughed while getting out more cooking supplies. Niall set up everything in the order the recipe called for and we began following each step.

“Pre-heat oven check!” Niall said while turning the knob to high. My eyes scanned over the page and I followed the next step by adding in two cups of sugar. After finishing all the steps and now mixing the ingredients all together I put my finger into the bowl and wiped the batter onto his nose.

“Oh I don’t think so!” He said putting batter onto my nose as well. I gasped and took a pinch of flour flicking it at his shirtless chest. His eyes got wide and he put his arms around me so I couldn’t stop him from grabbing a whole hand full of flour. I went to run away but he threw the flour on me making my black cami turn white.

“You’re not gonna get away with that!” I threatened walking back over to him, but the floor had become slippery from the flour now covering the tiles and I slipped and tried grabbing onto the counter for support but made all the ingredients topple over covering me in flour, eggs, chocolate, and sugar. Niall fell to the ground laughing hysterically. He had a second handful of flour still in his hands and puffed it into his own face to make me feel better.

“So are you surrendering now?” Niall asked still laughing hard.

“Yes, yes!” I said throwing my hands into the air and getting up off the ground. I tried wiping the chocolate from my mouth but Niall reaching for my arm.

“Allow me.” He said while kissing it from my lips. I pushed him off me laughing at my own clumsiness and brushed my arms and legs but I would need a shower, or two, to get this all off.

I groaned, “How are we going to clean this all up?” A huge portion of the kitchen was all flour and sugar with bits and pieces of egg and chocolate.

“Don’t worry I got this.” Niall said putting his hands up in protest, “You go shower and when you come out it will be like it never happened.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Well if you’re so sure.” I walked down the hall grabbing a seafoam green colored towel from the linen closet. When I turned on the water for the shower I heard something hit the ground from the kitchen. I peeked from around the corner and saw Niall shake his leg from where the broom hit him before it banged on the ground. I leered at him then when back to take the shower, spending extra time on getting it all out of my thick hair because I didn’t want to smell the hint of flour all day.

The bathroom was filled with steam once I opened the shower door letting the hot air out. I wrapped the towel around me and went into the bedroom to get dressed for the day. I put on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a maroon cashmere v-back sweater. My hair was still partially wet so I just put it into a loose French braid. When I walked back into the kitchen it was just as Niall said it would be. The floor was spotless and the cookies were even lying on a rack cooling off. The only problem was Niall wasn’t there. I called his name a few times but no response. I finally noticed a small piece of paper resting on the kitchen table which read:

I’m so sorry Princess but management called last minute asking me to head down to the studio to work on ideas for the next tour I’ll be home for dinner. -Niall xxx

I sighed putting down the note. I wanted to start working on painting my studio today but I guess it had to wait another day. I walked over to the window that overlooked the town and noticed the snow from last week still hadn’t melted; I guess it really was turning into winter. My eyes wandered around the big empty flat. Niall was going to be leaving in just two months to go back on tour around Europe, leaving me alone in this place. If I was going to be spending time in here might as well start on my own with some of the work.

I grabbed my coat that was hanging on the back on the couch and slipped on a flowery pair of combat boots. There was an art supply store just a few blocks from here so I could finally get an easel and a few canvases to work on. The flat desperately needed some art. I also grabbed a few cans of paint along the way home to decide which color looked best on the walls up there. As I reentered the flat I set the easel up facing the window and put a two foot by three foot canvas on it. Recently I’ve been into more abstract painting so I grabbed a few brushes and squeezed different shades of red onto a palette. I dipped the different sized brushes in each color and flicked my wrists adding splotches of color to the canvas randomly. Once the reds were done I got shades of orange to add followed by yellow.

In the end the painting turned into almost a sunset of colors. I set it to dry and realized so much time went by and that I still hadn’t eaten lunch and now it was almost six a clock. I hurried down the stairs and my stomach growled as I peeked into the fridge. There was leftover peri-peri chicken from Nando’s so I heated it up and grabbed a cookie from off the rack where they were cooling hours ago. They still were mouthwatering but I placed them into the cookie jar we had in the revolving cabinet. I heard the door open while I finished eating the plate of spicy chicken, “Hey, you didn’t eat too much did you?” I turned to face Niall and he eyed my clothes which were covered in paint, “You started painting the studio?”His eyes showed he was disappointed.

“No, no I just was working on some painting. I went down to an art store down the road and got an easel and everything to keep myself busy.” I rinsed off my hands in the steel sink.

“I’m so sorry I haven’t been around as much as I wanted to be.” He brushed my bangs away from my eyes.

I stared into his clear blue eyes, “It’s not your fault; it’s your job you have to go.”

“Well it’s not gonna happen again I made them promise so don’t worry. Tomorrow it’s just gonna be you and me painting that room upstairs.” He had determination in his voice. I wanted to believe it would be the last time, but just like last night, come tomorrow I knew it was just gonna happen again.

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~This I Promise You~ Chapter 42

Niall's eyes were waiting for my answer as I stood there gawking at him. Live in London? With Niall? Were we even ready for that step yet? My eyes fluttered processing his question. I finally got out, "Study here? In London..." He nodded at me. I didn't have anything waiting for me back in America, so why would I want to return? I had no family, no job, just Devonne who would be staying here and a roommate who definitely wouldn’t mind my absence. "That would be...amazing!" Niall's smile widened even more and I plunged into his arms wrapping myself around him. "So was that the reason for all of this?" I asked while still admiring the almost tumblr blue colored walls and dark gray carpets that accented the white bedroom furniture. He laughed, "Well yeah, I thought we could stay here while you look at the schools and we look for flats since mine is way too small for the both of us." My stomach had butterflies and I peered out the window again focusing on the school Niall had pointed out. It seemed to be right in the center of everything and it was across from Kings Cross station a pretty big deal for a past potterhead like me. "When do I get to see it?" I asked eagerly. My smile was genuine like a child about to enter Disneyworld for the first time. He spoke excitedly, "As soon as you'd like. Which would you like to do first schools or flats?" I put my finger to my temple pretending to decide. "The school, I should get some information about it and see some of the other schools before I decide to transfer." My feet waltzed over to the bed grabbing my pea coat off the bed, "Let's go now! Maybe I’ll be able to talk to some of the professors if they're still there." Niall smiled at my anxiousness to go and grabbed his coat as well. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room and into the elevator. The elevator had windows that looked out at the city. You could see the little flakes of snow falling from the sky but melting once they hit the sidewalks and roads. I guess it just wasn’t the right temperature for the snow to stick quite yet. Niall was holding my hand swaying it back and forth as we exited the hotel and walked to the garage where our car was. The air had that winter feel of icy crispness and I looked up at the gray sky that was hovering above us. The clouds were all coming together probably building for a heavy snowfall.

I felt the temperature dropping little by little and by the time we reached the car it felt like our hands were frozen together. We hopped inside the car and my hand went immediately to the heat turning it all the way up and also turning on the seat heater to make the ice cold leather seats toasty hot. Niall blew into his hands warming them before pulling out of the space back onto the London roads.

The streets in London were overall just horrendous to drive on; there were taxis and cars going in all different directions so you had to pay a lot of attention to where you were going. Niall turned down a series of roads before pulling into the parking lot of Kings Cross because they would be more spots there than at the campus across the street. The smile on my face still hadn’t vanished and my cheeks were beginning to tingle from holding the smile too long.

Niall winked at me as we entered the school and my mouth was wide with awe as I took in the high ceilings and almost geometric layout of the building. Students were wandering around not paying any attention to us as we strolled down the halls. There were art students just sitting down at the edges of the hallways with their earbuds in with their eyes stuck on the pages of their sketch books they were perfecting.

The classroom windows shown into the class from the hallways allowing people to watch what was going on inside. There were fashion classes that had finished mannequins out on display in their windows and you could see designers working furiously, throwing fabric around working on their deadlines. It seemed like this school had a whole variety of classes because right next to that class was a graphic design studio and beside that was a drama class.

We went down the wide metal staircase to the first floor where the college office would be. I noticed more eyes on us now as I walked into the office and the receptionist blinked her eyes a few times before speaking.

Her words were smooth, “Hello there! Welcome to UAL!” Her eyebrows crunched a little, “Oh goodness, Niall you’re probably one of the last people I thought to walk through that door, but well what may I help you with?” Her teeth were a bit crooked but her smiled had character to it. She looked to be about forty and her curly auburn hair was a little longer had a bob.

Niall cleared his throat, “Well it’s not what you can help me with but my love, Fay. You see she was studying over in the US but now things had changed and she’s looking at universities here. So we would just like to find out the process and get some applications to fill out.” The woman directed us to a door marked International Office after babbling on about how this was the right school for me and pretty much telling me this was the only school I should even question. The usually talkative receptionist.

There was a man this time sitting behind a desk and he turned to face me as I walked in with Niall by my side. At first his eyes were confused and he asked us to sit down. We found out his name was Mr. Williams and we once again told him how I wanted to transfer here in the fall. He first got down all my academic records and my information at my old college so that he could make sure I was eligible to apply.

Once he had that information he handed me a pile of forms I would have to fill out and mail in once I had completed them. He explained the process which seemed to be step after step, and I made mental notes as he rambled on about deadlines. We seemed to be sitting in that office for hours and finally he stopped talking letting us go on our way.

“I don’t know how many interviews I can go through like that.” I groaned while walking out of the building. We wanted to just walk around the outside campus for a while.

“Well he practically said you’ll make it in so why don’t you just apply here for now and maybe in a few days we’ll go visit some more. You don’t wanna be overwhelmed by forms.” Our feet were moving slowly in time as we walked down the sidewalk. Since we’ve been inside, the snow had started to stick and now was probably an inch.

“That’s true.” I said while admiring the sound of the crunching snow and sight of leafless trees. “So what should we do now, do you have any places in mind that you wanted to look at.”

Niall hummed, “Well actually there was this one place I found online that I thought would be perfect for us.” He kicked a rock that was on the sidewalk.

I asked curiously, “Really? Tell me about it?” Even though it was cold I didn’t want to head back to the car yet. I loved the feeling of the cold and just the atmosphere of this place.

We stopped in our tracks and he put his arms around my waist holding me tight, “Well it has two bedrooms, even though I’m sure we’ll be sharing one, and it has a nice open kitchen so we’ll be able to make lots of tasty meals together. The living room is also quite big you could have a nice size TV in there and it even has a fireplace; but really the main selling factor is this loft right above the living room that works as a studio. I thought you could use that space for school and just whenever you felt like painting.”

I had my eyes closed imagining the flat he was describing, “It sounds just lovely.” Niall swung me around before pulling me into his arms again.

“It’s much more than lovely just wait until you see it.” He spoke just a few centimeters away from my face teasing me with his warm breath against my face. We stared into each other’s eyes seeing who would be the first to give in to the temptation. A smirk came upon his face before placing his lips softly against mine.

“Well what are we waiting for? Let’s go check it out.” I skipped towards the car letting loose from Niall’s grip leaving him speechless as he watched me stroll away. I sat on the hood of the car until he caught up and he grabbed my hands pulling them hard making me go a few inches into the air before landing directly in front of him. I ruffled his hair with a grin and then waltzed over to the passenger side of the car.

Niall drove a few minutes down the road until he pulled up to a tall apartment building with lots of windows and fountains on the outside. It looked completely out of my range but I guess that’s one of the many great factors of being Niall Horan’s girlfriend. A valet parked Niall’s car and we strode into the building quickly so people wouldn’t notice us. Niall told the lady working the front desk he was interesting in looking at the new flats they were selling on the upper level and she had a bellhop show us the way.

The building was a perfect mixture of contemporary and modern. The elevators were in the middle of the lobby right beside a bunch of mail boxes for the people who lived on the main floor. Over all there were five stories and I’m guessing each floor had their own set of mail boxes.

We traveled up to the fifth floor and the man showing us the way explained the new rooms. He stopped us in front of the first white door on the left and unlocked the door with the key he had in his back pocket. Once he pushed open the door it was too surreal. From the way it appeared on the outside you’d think it would be small but it was like Narnia in there. The ceilings had the appearance of being high and it an open layout so it was all really one huge room until you turned the corner to see the doors leading to the bedrooms and bath.

It was an extremely modern flat and the stairs were right in the back of the wide living area connected to the kitchen. It had nice white cabinets and granite counter tops with stainless steel appliances. There was a step down into the living area and the couch set the boundaries of it, lining it in the shape of half a square. There were simple chandlers hanging and curtains covered the almost completely window covered walls.

We walked up the stairs into the loft which would become my studio. It was the size of a decent sized bedroom and it looked down at the kitchen and dining area. Not much was done to the area yet so I guess Niall and I would have a project to make it as pretty as the downstairs was. The walls were plain white so we would have to give it some color and there wasn’t any furniture yet so we’d have to shop for some artist wants and needs.

The bellhop left us alone in the flat to get a feel of it for a while and I sat down on the couch scanning each corner of the room. It was like a dream, it really was one of those dream houses I always imagined myself in when I thought about my future. But I honestly never thought I’d be considering living in one. It was just a dream that I thought was unrealistic but now that it was realistic it all just felt perfect.

“So what do you think of it?” Niall asked while leaning over the divider of the kitchen and living room.

“Honestly, it’s just…indescribable.” I threw my arms in the arm out of expression. “I really don’t even want to look anywhere else this is just…exactly what I dreamed about. It really is like you took the image out of my brain and threw it in front of me.”

Niall laughed, “Well I guess that’s good then, I did something right.” He looked up at the studio, “We’re going to have to do some work up there are you up for it?”

I looked over at him with my eyebrows raised, “Am I up for it? I feel like I should be asking you that.” I scooted off the couch and leaned on the divider where Niall was.

“Well I guess you are the artist.” Said Niall with a grin, “I’ll do whatever you want me to just say the words.”

I stroked his cheek and said in almost a whisper, “Let’s rent this flat already.”

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~This I Promise You~ Chapter 41

The roads in the UK seemed much more confusing to me than the roads in the US. Instead of being called Route-202 or I-95, they would be called M1 or A444. It seems like it would take months for me to understand the ways of these roads plus learning to drive on the other side of them.

Niall cruised down the roads with ease knowing exactly where to turn and merge not even needing a GPS. We’ve been driving for an hour now and just had one more left before we’d arrive at our hotel. We had the radio on full blast but Niall had to turn to off to pay a toll to enter a different road, which I believe was A5. I eyed Niall as he dug through his wallet for change. He handed the man the coins and then he started again down the road.

I thought back to Devonne this morning, I wondered if she told Josh about the baby yet, and if they were keeping it. Josh would definitely have enough money to support them but I don’t think that type of lifestyle is what Devonne wanted, at least not this soon in life. Her situation got me thinking on my own relationship with Niall, where would we go? How are things going to be like in two or three years? Are we really going to last or are we just going to wear out and lose interest in each other like many great couples do?

I can’t imagine that happening to us. Niall reached a hand out and grabbed my hand squeezing it. There was silence in the car, but it wasn’t awkward. I wanted to lay my head down on his shoulder but the seats in the car were too spread out for me to reach him. His eyes focused on me every once and a while but he mostly just kept watching the road in front of us. My stomach broke the silence growling out in hungry and we both burst out laughing.

“So I’m guessing you’re hungry then?” Niall joked with a grin on his face.

“Starving actually, do we have time to stop for lunch?” I asked giving him puppy dog eyes.

He smirked at me, “Well we're just about in London and I think I know a place you’ll just love.”

I asked curiously, “And where would that be? Or is that a secret too?” Niall wouldn’t tell me where we were staying in London or where we would be traveling to in London.

He leered, “No, I guess I can tell you this one.” He turned on his blinker and changed lanes, “We’ll go to Nando’s.”

I gasped in excitement, “I’ve always wanted to go there! I heard it’s just amazing!”

Niall spoke happily, “Well it’s my favorite restaurant, so if it wasn’t good I wouldn’t bring you there.” He got off at the next exit and traveled down a series of back roads before coming back at what looked to be a main road. I stared out the window taking in the area trying to figure out what town we were in. I peered out the driver’s side window and saw a building made of brick with a bright red sign which read Nando’s. Niall parallel parked a few blocks away where there weren’t many cars on the road and we walked down to the restaurant hand in hand.

Once we walked in it seemed everyone of course knew who he was and they sat us in the private party area of the upper floor. The waitress handed us our menus once we got to our table.

She spoke filled with excitement, “Welcome to Nando’s! We know you’ve been here before Niall but has she?” She pointed to me and I nodded my head no, “Well basically all you do is decide what you’re eating now then go downstairs to the counter and tell them what you want and they’ll go bring it up to you. If you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask!” She waved us goodbye and headed down the staircase to the lower level.

“What are you having?” I asked as my eyes scanned over the menu.

“The usual for me is a chicken wrap, double portion of curly chips, five hot chicken wings, erm corn on the corn and then just a drink I guess.” He placed down his menu, “I mean I usually get more but we are on a bit of a time schedule right now.

“You usually get more?” I teased, “And I thought I ate a lot! Well I guess I’m going to get a chicken caesar wrap and some garlic bread.”

He joked, “You mean that’s all you’re getting?”

“Well I suppose I’ll get a drink as well.” He chuckled and we both rose out of our seats to place our orders. Once we got back, it didn’t take long for them to get us our food. Niall had three plates all to himself while my food came on a single dish. We got to fill our own glasses so I mixed all the soft drinks together and Niall got a Pepsi.

I sipped my soda between bites into the wrap and let my taste buds soak in the flavor. It had to be the best wrap I’ve ever eaten, the chicken wasn’t too plain and the size was just right.

By the time I finished my wrap Niall was already eating his hot chicken wings. The garlic bread they gave me looked a bit hard but once I taken a bite into it, it felt as soft as a cloud. The bread was just as amazing as the wrap and I finished it in seconds.

“I can’t believe they don’t have more of these in America, this is the best meal I’ve eaten in a while!” I wiped my mouth with the napkin next to me as Niall finished off his corn.

“I told you that you’d love it!” We got up out of our seats and headed down the stairs. We had already paid when we ordered the food and now we were back off to London to get there in time for check in.

“How much longer till we’re in London?” I asked as we entered the car.

“Just ten minutes actually. This was sort of a short cut into the city so we’ll get to check in a bit early.” I glanced at the clock which read 1PM.

“Well better early than late.” Niall started down the road and ruffled his hair out of his eyes. He had just cut a few weeks ago but it was already growing back fast. He got his hair highlighted again so now the brown that was very visible in September was hidden once more.

Once we finally reached into the city, I was totally in awe. London was just simply gorgeous and looked different from any other major city. Niall pulled into a parking garage and went up to the parking spaces that you have to rent. We took an elevator back down to the ground level and wandered down the streets until he pulled me into the London W Hotel. We would be staying at the five star W Hotel.

People in the lobby were quietly observing us as we approached the front desk. Niall spoke up, “I booked a room for today under the name Horan.” The woman behind the desk smiled and looked through her computer.

“Yes you did Mr. Horan; you’ll be staying in the Wow Suite on the top floor.” She handed him two room keys and gestured to the elevators which read suites. I gripped my suitcase in one hand and had Niall’s hand in my other. The elevator climbed up the building and we walked over to our room. He slid in the room key and the light turned green meaning the door was now unlocked. He pushed open the door revealing the huge modern chic looking suite.

There was a long red couch sticking out from the bright white walls and shimmering icicle lights dangling from the high ceilings. There was a huge flat screen TV against the wall and French doors leading into the gigantic bedroom. There was a California king with huge fluffy pillows and large windows that showed the luminescent city.

I was speechless searching for the words to say, “This is just incredible…” My eyes were scanning every inch of the suite taking in its beauty and elegance, “I can’t believe I’m going to be staying here this is just…too amazing for words.” I threw my arms around Niall’s neck placing my lips on his.

“Princess it’s all for you. Because as I told you once, I treat my girls like royalty.” He brushed my bangs out of my face and moved my hair away from my neck sending kisses down it. It sent goosebumps all over and I pulled away from him as I heard my phone ring. I pulled it out from my pocket and saw it was Devonne.

“This will only take a second,” I said pressing the answer button and going into the bathroom to talk to Devonne. I hoped she had good news.

“Well I told him Fay.” She seemed calm.

“And? What happened? What are you going to do?” I was anxious for an answer.

She sighed, “Well first I’m going to the doctor’s first thing tomorrow morning to make sure that the tests were right.” She paused, “We talked about things for a while and Josh didn’t want me to end things if the test was positive, he wants us to have it. He even sounded a bit excited about it. I mean I love that he’s into it but this really is going to change things.”

I was relieved, “Well that’s good that you know that you’re going to have to change. But hey these things happen for a reason maybe this is just a step in your life you needed to take before reaching the next one.”

She seemed a bit more relaxed, “Yup, I have to drop out of college though now and I decided on staying here and living with Josh until you know we figure things out.”

“Did you tell your mom yet?” If I knew anything about Devonne’s mom it’s that she would want her home in a case like this. She would want to be the one taking care of her.

“Of course not,” she sounded displeased, “If I told her she’d send me straight home or fly out here with me. I’ll tell her later on maybe after New Year’s when I have more of an idea on what’s going on.” She explained.

“Well I’d love to talk to you more about this, but I just got to the hotel will Niall and we’re probably going off on the town so I’ll give you updates, alright?” I twirled my hair between my fingers walking around in circles.

“Of course! I don’t want to keep you from your man, just don’t do anything stupid like I did. Wouldn’t want to have two babies in the One Direction family.” Devonne teased and I hung up placing my phone back into my pocket. When I walked out Niall was spread out on the bed with his arms behind his head.

He tilted his face toward me with a smiled, “So what was that about? Why’s Devonne changing?” My heart skipped a beat. Was I allowed to tell Niall now? I forget to ask her on the phone.

“Well…uhm I’m not sure if I can tell you yet.” I explained and his eyes got suspicious.

“Why can’t you tell me? Is she up to something?” He patted the spot next to him and I cuddled in his arms. I guess if Josh knew already I could tell Niall, right?

“Well no…it’s complicated.” I was careful with my words.

“What is she pregnant or something?” Niall joked. I didn’t say anything and his eyes got wide, “Wait…she, she isn’t right?” I bit my lips trying to find words.

“Well actually…uhm yeah she is.” He slapped his hand over his mouth in shock.

“Her and Josh?! Hell I didn’t think…I can’t believe that!”

I stared up at the tall white ceiling, “I couldn’t believe it either but it happened. She told me this morning before we left.”

He asked curiously, “So what’s she gonna do?”

I pursed my lips, “She’s gonna stay in Leicester with Josh and they’re going to work things out and she’s dropping out of college.” Niall couldn’t believe a word I was saying.

“Well it’s good that she’s staying here actually. You know it will keep us company and she’ll be able to be with you when Josh isn’t around.” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“What are you talking about?” I thought that they would have this whole month off so we wouldn’t have to be alone.

“There’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you, Fay, but first I want to show you something.” He dragged me off the bed and over to the tall windows that overlooked London. He pointed to a large building across from what looked to be Kings Cross Station if I was correct, “Do you see that building right there, do you know what it is?” I studied the building trying to think of what it could be and shook my head no. “It’s Central Saint Martin’s University of the Arts, it’s this really amazing art school here in London and they are currently taking applications for next fall.”

He took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes, “I was hoping that maybe you could take the next semester off and transfer here. Because I want us to find a flat together.” My heart was racing and I was once again left speechless by Niall Horan.

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~This I Promise You~ Chapter 40

I pulled my hair up into a bun after I finished hacking into the toilet. My head was reeling and I just wanted to go back to bed. I heard banging inside my head as I washed off my hands and then I realized it wasn't inside my head.

"Fay you ok in there? I really gotta use the bathroom, could you hurry it up?" Devonne's high pitched tones just made my head hurt more. I flushed the John and stepped out of the bathroom holding onto the door hinge.

"It's all yours; sorry I'm just a bit hung-over." My voice was mumbled and I still had a bit of a slur. I walked into the kitchen searching through Josh's kitchen for meds. After searching through a few drawers I found some Advil and took my usual dosage.

Both Niall and Josh were still sleeping and it was just a little past eleven. The blinds were down so it just appeared to be a lot earlier than it really was. I poured a cup of water into the hot shot on the counter to make some hot water for tea.

"Hey Devonne want a cup of tea?" I called to her loud enough for her to hear from the bathroom.

"Yeah, sure!" She sounded unsure of herself and I noticed she had been in there for a while. She probably was just hung-over too.

The hot water dispersed into the first mug and I placed a tea bag into the cup. I dipped the bag a few times and let it set as I dispensed the water into the second mug.

I heard footsteps and peered up to see Devonne walk into the room grabbing the mug I set aside. She opened a ceramic jar and pulled out two sugar packets adding them into her cup.

"Figures we'd be up before them, right?" Devonne said with a smirk on her face.

I laughed as I added milk to my tea, "Well Niall always tends to sleep late. Especially after a night like yesterday." Devonne gave me suspicious eyes, "Not like that Devonne, get your head out of the gutter." I teased and poured three sugar packets into my mug.

"Oh please, I heard you two last night but whatever," She flicked the air and took an awkward pause, "So uhm this may sound a bit random but what do you think about josh and me?"

I looked at her curiously, "What do you mean?"

She sighed, "You know," her words dragged, "Do you think we're going to last?"

I raised my eyebrows at her, "Why do you think you're not gonna last?"

She spattered, "No! No, it's not that! I just want someone else's opinion." She collected her thoughts, "I just care about Josh a lot and I just really want to know how people outside of the relationship see it."

I thought about it for a second, "I think you guys are just adorable. I mean it's been what, six months almost? For the amount of time you've known each other you seem just really comfortable and I do think you'll last. You guys don't fight or anything, so I don't see how it could not last."

Devonne stared off, "Do you think he'll ask me to marry him?"

My eyes got wide and I swallowed a big gulp of tea, "Marry? Don't you think it's a bit soon to be thinking about that? I mean you’re only eighteen and he's twenty-one. You have your whole lives ahead of you."

She paused for a while. I could tell she was debating to tell me something by the slight wrinkles on her forehead, "What if I told you...that I was...expecting..." I couldn't even breathe. I stared at Devonne with my eyes as wide as the have ever been in my whole life.

I stuttered, "Ex-expect-expecting? Like a...kid?"

She rolled her eyes at me, "No puppies."

I breathed, "So what your saying is...you're pregnant." Devonne nodded her head. I whispered harshly, "Dev how stupid could you be?! Wh- when did this happen! How long have you known!"

She cried out, "I know, I know! But trust me we did use protection it just...didn't really work. I literally just found out now I just took the test...for the third time this week."

I whined, "Devonne! You were drinking last night! You knew there was a possibility you were! Oh my gosh, I just can't with you right now! What are you going to do?! You have to tell Josh like now!"

Devonne's eyes stared at me with nervousness, "I don't know what I'm gonna do Fay...I can't tell Josh! What if this ruins everything with us! I think I'm just going to... get rid of it. I can't deal with having a kid now! I mean imagine me a mother!"

She rambled on and I grabbed onto her shoulders, "You have to tell him, especially if you're thinking of...dealing with it like that! You can't just make a decision like that without asking what he wants!" Devonne placed her hands on her face and groaned.

"How do I even begin to tell him? He's going to hate me!" I could tell she was holding tears back.

I huffed and pushed a piece of her hair out of her face, "Josh could never hate you Hon. He loves you! You just have to sit him down and tell him calmly about it and what you want to do and then ask what he wants. I'm sure Josh would never leave you I mean he had a major part in the reason for this."

I heard rumbling from the hallway and cleared my throat sipping my tea still watching Devonne's tired eyes. I heard new footsteps enter the kitchen and I focused over to Niall who was standing in the archway.

"Jeez you guys really awake right now?" he rubbed his head and walked over to me grabbing my mug taking a sip of my tea. I have him a look of disproval but let him do it anyway, "Whacha girls up to anyway?"

Devonne smiled at him, "Just girl talk Niall!" She sounded cheerful again.

He looked into the fridge and replied in girly tone, "Ooo gossip! Fill me in!"

Devonne figured, "Oh trust me you don't wanna know." He pulled out a gallon of milk and searched the cabinets getting a box of cereal.

"Really now?" Teased Niall, "That just makes me want to know more." Suddenly Josh walked in just wearing a pair of sweatpants.

"Wanna know what?" asked Josh cravingly.

Niall nudged him, "I don't know mate, something they're talking about. Apparently 'girl things' and gossip going on."

Josh gasped, "Gossip? That's new around here!" I knew Devonne wasn't about to spring her news on Josh now, so I came up with a cover story.

"Oh it's nothing really, just celebrity gossip. You know about Miley's upcoming wedding and how Kevin Jonas's marriage is awkward. The usual things."

I looked over at Devonne for approval and she nodded her head at them, "Yeah I mean you'd think after two years you'd be comfortable with the in-laws and such." Niall and Josh lost interest in the conversation and went about in their own talk.

I was worried about Devonne; she never really was the most responsible person. I needed to make sure she tells Josh sometime today or things would only get more complicated.

Josh doesn't seem like the most fatherly figure either. But he also doesn't seem like someone who'd want to take the easy way out. If Devonne tells him her plans for abortion, I honestly don't know how he'll take it.

Niall placed his arms around my waist waking me up from my thoughts, "Princess we should be heading off; check in at the hotel is at 1:30." He tickled my sides and I squirmed away from the counter I was leaning on.

"Hey! What did I tell you about tickling me?" I teased playfully.

Niall grinned, "That you won't be responsible for my injuries."

I poked his stomach, which happened to be his ticklish spot, before leaving the kitchen, "That's right!"

I went into the guest room where Niall and I slept last night and grabbed an outfit to change into. I heard rain trickling down the sides of the house as I slipped on my baggy long- sleeved shirt and jeggings.

The car ride would only be a little over two hours so it wouldn't be that bad. I grabbed my pair of black short length Uggs and slipped them on as Niall walked into the room to bring our stuff into the car.

He grabbed my suitcase first while I pulled my hair into a ponytail. When my hair was up it reached past the middle of my back. I had to get it cut soon though because most of it was dead ends.

I looked under the bed for anything we could have forgotten and Niall came back in to get the rest of our things. As he exited the front door I told him I’d be out in a second. Devonne was still sitting in the kitchen and I'm guessing Josh went to take a shower.

I sat beside her reaching for her hand, "You gotta tell him today Devonne."

Her eyes peered over at me and she took a deep breath, "I know. I am. I really am, probably once he finishes getting dressed. I'm just getting my words together now."

I smiled at her, "Good! Just be calm about it and call me later tonight about it okay?" She nodded at me, "Aight well me and Niall are off! Tell Josh we say bye!" I patted her hand and got up from the table exiting the flat. Niall had the car running already and I skipped over to the passenger's side.

He leered at me as I buckled my seat belt, “You ready?”

I looked into his crystal blue eyes that were gleaming with joy, “Course I am! We’re going to London!” Niall backed out of the driveway and we went on our way.

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~This I Promise You~ Chapter 39

After settling in the past week, I was getting pretty used to the daily routines in the house. I’d usually wake up first by the smells that drifted from the kitchen and then be dragged down the stairs by Niall who was always looking forward to his mom’s meals. Breakfast would be usually pancakes but sometimes there were waffles or toast. After eating Niall would take me along to one of his many friends’ houses to get me acquainted with them. We’ve gone to the movies, parks, and even some pubs, although my drinking was limited since I didn’t want to return back home drunk to face Maura. His friends were a bunch of party people, always looking for a good time. But after spending the day with them we’d either go out to eat just the two of us or head back to the house to eat with his mom. “Hey why don’t we go visit Josh and Devonne today Fay?” Niall chomped down on his waffles speaking with his mouth full. We haven’t seen any of the boys yet or Devonne so it would be great to catch up with her. “Sounds good to me!” I said cheerfully while taking a sip of orange juice. Maura finished her plate and tossed it in the sink, “Will you two be staying down in London then? You could meet up with the rest of the lads and show her around. You’d probably be interested in seeing the art schools and museums there Fay.” “Yeah it’d be great to see the sights and such.” I looked at Niall with excitement in my eyes, “We should go call Josh to see if it’s alright if we stop by.” Niall took his phone out of his grey sweatpants pocket and his fingers typed a message to Josh. I got up from the table and helped Maura clean up the kitchen while Niall officialized our plans for the next few days. I scrubbed my dish clean and dried it with a rag that was lying on the counter before setting it down with the already finished dishes. Niall’s head popped up from his phone and he tilted his head, “Hey Fay you ever been in a helicopter before?” He smiled playfully at me and I turned to him with a smirk. “What do you think Niall?” He laughed and I blew the suds off my hand at him before rinsing my hands clean. Maura went upstairs to finish some laundry and Niall came up from behind me grabbing the sink hose and spraying it at my shirt. I squealed and grabbed the hose out of his hands pointing it back at him. We both were soaked and now so was the floor. We chuckled at each other and I placed the rug on the floor drying up the mess, “Look what you did!” I teased. He joked back at me, “What I did? You were the one who sprayed at me missy!” I raised my eyebrow at him and his phone vibrated in his pocket, “Josh said he and Devonne are free today so we are welcome to come over! So you better go get yourself together while I get us a ride over to Leicestershire. I attempted to dry my shirt with the rag, “Is that why you asked if I’ve ever been on a helicopter before?” I gave up on drying it and left the kitchen with Niall following close behind me. Niall simpered at me, “You’ll see!” I walked into my room and opened up a drawer that had my shirts in it, “Make sure you pack enough things for at least the rest of the week!” I pulled out three different tops and placed them on the bed before choosing my favorite sweater from Urban Outfitters. It was colder here than it was back in Jersey. I changed my shirt uncaring that he was in the room and threw my wet on in the hamper in the corner. “The rest of the week? What are we planning on doing?” I got a duffle bag out from under the bed and stuffed a few random shirts inside. “Well if I told you it wouldn’t be much of a surprise now would it?” He slipped a piece of my hair behind my ear. I sighed, “You and your surprises Niall! It seems like you’re always planning something. How long have you been actually planning this trip to see ‘Josh and Devonne?’?” He had a sly look on his face, “Oh you know just as soon as we got here.” “Why am I not surprised?” I kidded while adding some jeans into the bag, “Well are you going to get ready too or just watch me?” He slipped his arms around me waist and swayed back and forth. “I like watching you babe but you’re right I should get ready.” He kissed me on the top of my head before walking out of the room. I looked over the clothes I packed and then went into the bathroom to get my toothbrush and other necessities. I zipped up my bag and swung it over my shoulder as Niall walked into the room with his own bag, “Come on Love we don’t wanna be late.” Maura drove us over to a small airport just out of town there was a pretty good sized helicopter waiting for us and Niall approached the man slapping his hand and bringing him into a bro hug. I could tell they knew each other by the way the talked fluently together. “Bruce this is Fay my girlfriend,” I waved hello to him, “We’re going to be heading over to Leicestershire so would it be alright if you flew us over?” The man’s accent was thicker than Niall’s, “Why of course mate! Just hop in I wasn’t planning on flying anywhere today so ya’ caught me at’a good time.” We climbed into the back of the helicopter and Bruce handed us both a pair of headsets for the flight. We took off into the air and the buildings and cars began to look miniature as we gained height. Niall pointed out his favorite restaurant as we passed it and his old grade school from when he was younger. The trip wasn’t that long over to Leicestershire, Bruce dropped us off at the East Midlands Airport which was just twenty minutes away from Josh’s flat. Niall was about to pay Bruce for the ride but he said it was fine so we headed off to the parking lot where Josh and Devonne were waiting. My duffle bag was digging into my shoulder by the time we approached a black Ford Fusion. Josh rolled down his window and winked at me as I placed my bag on the ground. “Hey Fay, long time no see. How you been?” Devonne looked over his shoulder with a huge grin on her face. Devonne spoke in her high pitched tone, “Hey Fay! Ahh you need to get in this car now so we can get back to the flat so I can tell you all about last week!” I giggled at her and Niall grabbed my bag for me placing it into the truck before he scooted into the back of the car with me. “So whacha guys been up to since you arrived back home?” Josh asked out of curiosity while keeping his eyes on the dull road ahead. Niall replied back ruffling his hair, “Nothing much really, to be honest we really just hung around town visited a few friends and such. What about you guys?” Devonne peeked from behind the seat, “Josh took me to his parent’s house a few times and I met his sisters and then we basically fixed up his flat, giving it a few upgrades.” Josh turned down a road which lead to rows of buildings that all contained apartments. He pulled up to a flat that looked similar to a town house which had other similar looking homes attached to it. He parked in the driveway and he and Devonne got out of the car followed by Niall and me. I grabbed my bag from the car and scanned the area. Ignoring the fact it was a pretty gloomy looking day the area looked old fashioned and classy and overall just gorgeous. Josh unlocked the front door and we piled into his living room that had a flat screen hanging on the wall with a couch covering the whole wall. I slouched down on the couch and Devonne took the seat next to me while Niall went into the kitchen with Josh. Devonne rambled, “It feels like a dream doesn’t it? Being here with them? I never get over how lucky I am to be here!” Niall called from the kitchen, “Hey girls want some pints?” Both Devonne and I laughed but came into the kitchen anyway to get a glass. I leaned onto the counter while I drank the pint Niall had handed to me. It was true that American alcohol was so watered down compared to stuff over here. The first time I had a pint I swear I almost gagged because I took too much of a sip. But I guess all it took was some getting used to because now I can handle it pretty well. Josh had his arm around Devonne’s shoulder, “So what should we do guys? I had some movies we could watch or we could just play some drinking games.” A smirk came on Niall’s face and he turned to me. “I haven’t seen her drunk in a while that could be fun.” I hit his arm playfully and laughed. “What type of drinking game do you suggest Josh?” I asked feeling a bit determined not to be wasted before Niall. Josh explained with a devilish grin on his face, “Let’s play a version of couples truth or truth. We ask you a truth question and if the other person in the couple didn’t know about it they have to drink.” “I’m up for it!” said Devonne while setting down her already empty glass. Josh filled our glasses full again and we all sat at the table. It was Devonne’s turn first. “Alright Devonne we’ll start out easy. Your truth is…what are you going to college for?” I twirled my hair in my fingers as I waited for her answer. “I’m going into fashion design.” She looked over to Josh, “You did know that right?” Josh nodded at her and squeezed her hand. “Ok now it’s Fay’s turn! Hmmm…So Fay, what was your favorite childhood stuffed animal?” I didn’t think I told Niall about that, “It was my stuffed cow named Moo that I got when I was first born.” Niall took a gulp of his pint and set his glass back down on the table. Niall began the next round, “Well since we’re going back to childhood times, Josh how old were you when you first joined a band?” I tried to think if I had somehow heard this answer before with all the FBI agents in the fandom, but I don’t even think we knew that. Josh stared up at the ceiling as he tried to remember, “I was eight and it was with my cousins.” Devonne pursed her lips and took a long sip from her glass. It was Devonne’s turn again for a question and Niall took the wheel and asked her. “Ok so Devonne do you have any siblings?” She shook her head no and gave Josh a high five for him knowing the correct answer. This next time Josh asked Niall a question, “How old were you when you got your first guitar?” Niall didn’t hesitate with his answer, “I was eleven and I got a guitar for Christmas I believe.” Dang it. I thought he got one when he was younger. I took a sip from my glass and Niall raised his eyebrows, “I’d thought for sure you’d know that since fans usually know all about things like that.” I sighed, “Well I guess they got their information wrong. Not everything we hear is always right.” I shrugged my shoulders and Josh turned to me to ask a question. He cleared his throat, “You seem to be the type of girl in high school that had tons of guys after her so how many past relationships have you had?” I snorted out a laugh, “Pretty much the opposite Josh! I had one boyfriend in high school and if we count the horrible days in middle school I had three.” Niall didn’t take a sip that time and the game continued on like that for about a half an hour. All our words were slurring and we couldn’t even remember the real answers to the questions anymore. I wasn’t paying attention to the game and just kept refilling my glass. I ruffled Niall’s hair as I sat in his lap. He tickled my sides and I laughed drunkenly telling him to stop before crashing my lips on his. “Jeez will you two get a room seriously.” Josh slurred from the couch with Devonne kissing his neck. “Speak for yourself Josh!” Niall called back to him. He picked me up off his lap and carried me into the guest room down the hall. Niall pinned me down on the bed and our lips never parted. Until the next morning when I ran to the bathroom to vomit my whole stomach out from being hung-over.

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~This I Promise You~ Chapter 38

As soon as I boarded the plane with Niall I cuddled my head into his shoulder closing my heavy eyelids. I was used to staying up late, but today I was just all tired out from the packing and the concert and I just wanted to be in Ireland already. Niall had his arm around me and was playing with my hair between his fingers. I could tell he was tired too because of his lack of speaking. Usually Niall and I would talk just hours on end if we could, but both our minds were numb with sleepiness and we fell asleep before the flight even took off.

I felt the shakiness of the plane increase and reopened my eyes to see us slowly lowering in height. I rubbed my eyes that were blinded by the light coming from the window. I felt a sudden nervousness over the fact that Niall’s mother would be picking us up at the airport. I know Niall had said she was sure to like me but you never know with parents. I saw the fasten seat belt sign glow so I guessed we really had slept through the whole flight. I questioned whether to shake Niall awake or not and let him stay asleep for just a little longer. We were sitting first class and it seemed that everyone else around us were either sleeping or staring out at the clouds.

Niall fidgeted in his seat and I poked his face and whispered in his ear that we were landed soon. He groaned and sat up straight still with his eyes closed, “Well that sure went by fast.” His rusty morning voice put a smile on my face and I kissed him on the cheek.

My eyes adjusted to the light and pointed out, “It won’t be long now; we’ve been circling the airport for the last few minutes.” I gazed at Ireland through the window. Surrounding the airport were patches and patches of deep green grass and rolling hills. You could see for miles up here in the plane and the green just seemed to stretch out forever.

Niall peeked out over my shoulder, “Beautiful isn’t it?” his accent was thick, “People always complain about the rain and such but if it weren’t for all the amounts of rain Ireland wouldn’t look like that.” He gestured out the window for a second and then turned back to his seat, “You’re really gonna love it here. It may not be home high end city but I think you’ll come to love this type of living. It’s always so relaxing to come back from a tour to this.”

I covered my mouth as I yawned, “You can just walk around here like normal?” I pulled my hair to one side and took and hair tie off my wrist to secure my hair in a side ponytail.

Niall reached for my hand, “Well it depends, if I hang low I usually can walk around a bit as long as I don’t mind stopping for a few pictures along the way. But at the airport no, fans know we’re going to be here so they probably are waiting for us there right now.” An announcement played over the intercom that we would be landing in a minute and the plane quickly sank down to land.

Once the flight touched down and people were allowed to exit I grabbed my carry-on bag from the overhead compartment and Niall grabbed my hand leading me down to find our luggage. It didn’t take very long for people to recognize us but people didn’t approach us which I was grateful for since I looked dead to the world. I probably was scaring them off with my heavy bags and raccoon eyes from smudged eyeliner.

We scrolled through the airport to the baggage claim where we stood by the revolving suit cases going by. Niall picked up his bag first and mine followed closely behind his. We rolled our cases next to each other and exited the baggage claim to where Niall’s mom would be meeting us. There were fans along the side of arrival and Niall waved to them before spotting his mom in the crowd. I felt butterflies in my stomach as we approached her.

“Ah so you’re the lovely Fay I’ve been hearing about!” She hugged me tight and then gave Niall a long hug, “We’ll have time to talk in the car so let’s get outta here I bet you’re both starving from the seven hour flight!”

Niall laughed, “You could bet! We slept the whole time and now the hunger’s really hitting me!” We walked through the parking lot to a black Hyundai Santa Fe and put our stuff in the trunk before hopping into the back seat. At first I was confused when I noticed the steering wheel on the other side of the car until I realized I was in Europe.

We traveled back to Niall’s house and Niall’s mom tried making conversation with us, “So Fay I hear this is your first time leaving the country. It wasn’t too stressful was it? I remember when I first went over to the states.”

I grinned, “Yeah it’s my first time but it wasn’t that stressful once I figured out all the plans and such. I was honestly more nervous about meeting you and the rest of your family.” Niall placed his hand on my thigh as I spoke.

She laughed, “Oh well no reason to be nervous love, we don’t bite here!” The car slowed as it reached a toll and Maura placed some coins in a man’s hand before driving forward, “So Niall tells me you’re an artist you’ll have to show me some of your work sometime.”

My eyes were focused outside at the mesmerizing green hills and trees blowing back and forth in the wind, “Yeah I guess you could say that.”

Niall continued, “Psh! Oh please you’re too modest Fay!” He reached for my hands that were resting on my lap, “I have no idea how these hands can make those paintings you do while mine just sort of fail to process art.”

I chuckled at him, “All you need is some practice; it all comes in time. I mean when I first started art I was just drawing a bunch of stick figures.”

Niall released my hands from his, “Well I’m sure they were the most gorgeous stick figures ever.” Our babbling continued for the remainder of the trip before we finally pulled up to a two story home with white door garage and had brown bricks on the lower half of the house and white ones at the top. The house was in a small neighborhood and had a little front yard with an old looking basketball hoop in the driveway. “Well welcome to your home for the next month!” I leered up at Niall and we climbed out of the car grabbing our things outta the trunk to bring them into the house.

From the outside the house looked small but on the inside it was pretty big. As we walked straight inside there was carpeted stairs right on the side and the kitchen was right in front. Niall pulled me up the narrow stairs and directed me to the room next to his which was where I would be staying, “It used to be Greg’s old room but he moved out years ago.” Niall explained as I pushed open the door exposing a room with crème colored walls and wooden flooring. It had a double sized bed and had red curtains covering the windows. I placed my suitcases right now by the end of the bed and pulled back the curtains letting the light in. There was a vintage full length mirror in the corner and two different dressers due to the lack of closet.

“It’s perfect.” I said while placing my arms around Niall’s neck, “It’s simple and that’s what I love about it.” Niall brushed his lips against mine and I heard Maura’s voice calling us from down in the kitchen for lunch and his face lit up with joy as he grabbed my arm and pulled me down the stairs to the table.

(Sorry it was so short! I really wanted to update more but I'm falling asleep while typing this! Next chapter will make up it promise!)

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