The Joke

Chapter 37 (The ending part)

Annie's POV

The day finished nicely and I couldn't be more happy that I had such beautiful people next to me, giving me hope and a smile always shaped in my , which I needed desperately.

The guests left, but Niall's band mates, his parents and Melissa, stayed for the night in our new house. More like a palace, I'd call it.

Our bedroom was huge and there was a bathroom only for us. Big windows, white curtains, a medium in size balcony, a desk with a laptop, a huge TV screen laying on the opposite wall - all I ever wanted in a house, just in a bedroom.

Niall had just changed into his pajamas and I had just came out of a hot shower, already dressed in my pj's too.

That day was tiring and emotionally exhausting. The mixed feelings had brought me headache; I couldn't combine happiness with anger, smile with tears, pride with disappointment. They were all so different from one another, yet they were all dancing inside my head and heart, confusing me deeply.

I just wanted to relax, watch a movie with my man - holy crap, he was officially mine. Fangirling was also a feeling inside of me aadfhklfgaklsgah.

He was laying on our bed, his eyes focused on his iPhone screen.

"They're happy we got married." He smiled and started typing something.

"That's how real fans feel." I said, laying next to him.

Niall put the device on the nightstand and almost jumped on me.

I let a scream - he scared me!

"You little piece of-" I playfully slapped his hands that had trapped me under his body that was supported by his arms .

"Of what?" He cut me off, chuckling.

"Of cake." I changed my words that were supposed to be said and made him laugh until he had ran out of breath.

"Cake sounds good, but I'm not cake." He finally caught a breath and held my one hand.

"Yeah, you're something else." I admitted.

"Hmm and what's that?"

"The hero of my dreams that actually became an everyday reality." I responded seriously this time, running my fingers through his blond hair that had a sexy smell I couldn't recognize.

"Shall I wear my cape?" He asked, smiling.

"You don't need cape to be a hero. You need to have a great personality and a big heart that has enough space for everyone - and you've got these all." I softly replied and caressed his cheek.