The Joke

Chapter 34

Niall's POV

"So will you marry me?" I asked, my face an inch away from hers. I was dealing with whether or not kiss her lips again and again and again.

"I will, Niall Horan, I will."

She accepted my proposal, hell yes, she really did. I was so happy that night after that, thinking that Annie was going to be officially mine later in the near future. She was going to get my last name, right?

Annie Horan Tate

That sounded perfect. I was so freaking happy. I was so in love.

"But promise me this," I spoke, holding her chin up as her eyes were locked in mine.

"You won't give up on what you love, want and need. Promise me?" I smiled faintly, completely focused on her lips.

"Yeah." She responded, smiling. And then, as I was holding her and our lips were almost going to collide, she pulled back.

I was taken aback.

She kept looking straight into my eyes, the corners of her lips squirming down. She was trying not to close her eyes. What the hell had happened?

"Are you alright?" I asked, panic rushing over me. I was still holding her hands, but she didn't make any move to jerk away.

"Did I do something-"

"Niall, no. I can't- I need to lay down I-"

Fucking shit. Fucking shit.

Without wasting a second at all, I took her on my arms and ran to lay her on the couch - that's what I found on my way first.

"Tell me what you need, talk to me babe-"

"No.. Don't worry.." She wishpered, her eyes half closed.

"It's the chemo... I had one before I .."

It was the first time I was with her, while she was on her therapy and I didn't exactly know the side effects.

"Okay, have some rest, babe. Don't worry, I'm driving you home." I pecked her forehead and got ready to leave.

I had paid already, so it didn't take a long time to grab our things and help Annie stand on her feet and leave.

She had her chemotherapy in the morning, before I stopped by and picked her up.