Promise [NOORAxWILLIAM] ON HIATUS

Chapter One

He was right beside her, sleeping soundlessly. His chest rising with every breath he took. It was the most peaceful he's ever been around her. He was just - there. Lying next to her in her room, sun creeping in through the thin curtain and shining on half of his face.

She smiled and reached out her hand to push away a strand of hair from his eyes, but before she could touch him, she was ripped out of her dream and brought back to reality.

Her eyes were wide open, staring at an empty space.

Noora touched the spot next to her, but it was cold as if nobody ever laid there. She blinked a few times to fully wake herself up. What a dream, she was actually kind of surprised that she had it again. She stopped dreaming about him for a few weeks and thought she was out of this phase, but surely, it cameback.

And it came back even stronger, because for a moment she felt like nothing ever changed. They never left for London, and she never returned alone.

But it all happened, and it sucked. She hated to go back to those moments with her memories and she hated it even more, because he wasn't in them.

He wasn't with her.

Who would've thought that she, Noora Amalie Sætre, would miss a boy so much or that she would cry herself to sleep for weeks, because of one? Well, count her in.

The moment she came back, she promised herself she would be strong and never break down in front of her friends. She wanted to act like it was all right, and it was just a phase. That they are still together and he would come for her.

It kind of sucked that she was the only one who knew the whole truth, and she couldn't tell anyone, because she simply felt embarrassed. Noora felt embarrassed because she went against all of her beliefs and broke almost each and every rule she had, for a boy. She was independent and strong, right?

There's no point in denying the obvious. He broke her heart. And she hated it. She didn't regret anything that happened, but she regretted not being there for him and not seeing that he needed her. Could she even blame herself for what happened?

Of course, who else could she blame? Yes, she did hate him in a way, but that feeling was nothing in comparison with the love she had for him.

When it was all ripped away from her, and she returned to Oslo, she decided not to speak about it. Ever. Her decision was to bury everything in her memories and try to move on. It was based purely on wanting to get better. She wanted to protect herself and her broken heart.

She didn't want to tell anyone, she didn't want their pity or everyone hating on William. What happened, had happened.

The fact was that it was in the past. There was no point in bringing it up and hurting even more.

She missed him enough. She loved him enough. She sacrificed enough. It was time to take care of herself, to find herself again.

Because even if she didn't want to admit it... she lost a piece of her, and William was the one who took it.

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It was already March. Almost six months passed since she came back. It was a hard time for her, but each day was easier to get through.

She felt like maybe finally she was going to be fine. For the first time she felt like she was able to breathe, without feeling the pain in her chest.

Noora looked out of the window as her friends were sitting in her room preparing for a party. There was still some snow left and the cold air could be felt sneaking through the windows.