I Can't Love you More Than This- A Niall Horan love story

Chapter 35 - Promises and Eternity

I woke up and stretched under the covers. I felt the spot next to me and found that Niall wasn't there. I sat up and threw the covers off of me. The cold air conditioner air hit my half dressed body. I shivered and pulled in my oversized tshirt. I noticed a note sitting on the bedside, I picked it up and read it.

"Hey princess. The boys and I had an interview. I don't know what time I'll be back but considering how late you sleep it will be soon ;) love you xx Nialler" I smiled to myself as I read the note. I smiled and walked out into the hallway. I noticed my bags in the hallway and groaned. I drug them to my room and began unpacking them.

Niall POV  

I could tell Jordan knew something was up last night. I wasn't mad at her I was just... torn. Before we left Ireland my mom slipped me a package. I didn't know what it was until she said "This was the ring your father gave me. I want you to use this for Jordan when the time is right". When Jordan and I talked about getting married it just seemed so right but when other people said it... It sort of scared me. I didn't want to tell Jordan about the ring because I didn't want her to panic and leave me. I did want her to know I wanted to be with her forever though.

Jordan POV  

I finished unpacking the bags from Ireland. I hung up my dress for the wedding and put my heels in the bottom of the closet.

"I'm home" I heard Niall shout. I ran out of my room and collided with him.

"S-sorry" I stuttered. Niall hugged me.

"It's okay" I grinned up at him.

"Want to get some Nandos then come back and watch a movie?" Niall asked.

"Sure I just need to get clothes" I said walking back into my room. Niall followed me and plopped down on my bed.

"Umm whatcha doing" I asked.

"Oh come on, it's nothing that I haven't seen before!" Niall protested.

"Niall" I whined.

"I'm not going" he said like a little kid.

"Atleast cover your eyes" I pleaded. Niall gave in and covered his eyes. I grabbed out red shorts and my British flag crop top. I pulled my shirt over my head and glanced at Niall who was supposed to be covering his eyes but he was staring at me.

"Niall!" he shook his head as if he were in a daydream.

"What?"

"I told you to cover your eyes!"

"You're just so beautiful... I couldn't help it" I quickly slid on my shorts.

"No I'm not" I grumbled. Niall stood up

"What did you just say?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"Don't you EVER say that" he growled. It actually scared me. I back away from him and hit my dresser. Niall must've seen my reaction because his face softened and he wrapped his arms around me.

"It's just... You can see the scars the clothes cover when I'm like that" I whispered.

"Let me see them" Niall whispered. I turned around and let his see the scars on my back from the incident. Niall traced them gently.

"I have another one" I whispered turning around.

"Where" I pointed to my chest, right above the cup of my bra.

"How did you get that?" he asked. I looked down at the pink scar.

"I was playing soccer on the beach with Jackson and Di, I was running and I slipped on the wet sand. When I fell there was broken glass on the shore and it sliced right through my top. I remember them screaming and running over to me. Blood was soaking my shirt. Jackson had to carry me to a hospital. I got 15 stitches in it" I told Niall.