Dirty Dancer

Epilogue ~I'm gonna end it right here~

A/N Last update of this book. The journey of Anna and Nate has been thrilling for me. It was my first book on Wattpad and all your positive feedback seriously got me writing again. So thank you for that. Alot happened during the writing of this story. It perplexes me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love all of you.

I finally got an editor! :D So it'ss be slowely edited, especially the short ones, there will be length added to that. I'll always send a message when a chapter is edited, so FOLLOW me to keep up to date. 

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It's in Nate's point of view for the most part, but I had this feeling that I just had to end in Anna's. So yeah, that's what I'm going to do. Tell me if things don't add up, I'll rethink those parts. Grazias

Epilogue

Nate's P.O.V.

"NATE!"

"NATE, LOOK HERE!"

"CAN I HAVE PICTURE OF YOU TWO?!" 

"SHOW ME THE RING ANNABELLE!"

No, this wasn't a stampede. This was the Grammy's. You'd think for it to be so fancy, the paps would behave right? They're even more vicious, if you ask me. Ofcourse I love the attention, I mean who wouldn't right? But this year was Anna's first year of going with me and I kept worrying about her. She looked like a lost puppy.

I knew she hated the attention unlike me. She hated it when their was yet another rumour of us breaking up, or of her being pregnant, or of her gaining weight and I could think of quite a few more. It sucked that we had no privavcy. 

You may ask yourself: "Hm, why would a pap want to see a ring of hers?" It's because we got married recently. Well we had been married for more than six months, but we tried to keep it as much of a secret as possible and the press only knew about it recently. 

I could write a book about how amazing it was. But I don't have the skills, nor the patience. Maybe I'd write a song about it. That sounds alot more like me. 

Ofcourse, after two years of dating and it going relatively smooth, we had talked about marrying. Even though I could see in her eyes how bad she wanted it, she kept telling me that we didn't have to marry because of my career and all that shit but I had learnt those two years. Whenever she says something, she means the opposite. Unless she says something and she actually did mean it. The art of trying to decide what she was actually saying was an art I hadn't mastered yet, but I had my moments. 

So I had to first ask her dad if it was alright that I married her. I'm a though guy and all that, but it would have been REALLY nice if I were allowed to take a shot before talking to him. Or two. Anna never really talked about him, just that he was wary and was greatly affected by her mother's death. That was understood, I suppose. But she seemed so hesitant about him. I mean for all I know she ran away from her father because he was like a mass murderer or something. Who knew?

So I went back to where she was born, without her knowing, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I made up an excuse about a meeting with some promoter, she believed me and I was off to her father. I sure as hell didn't know that preparing to ask the girl of your dreams to marry you was such a hussle. But then again, I made it that way since I could have just randomly popped the question but deep down I was a romantic. It needed to be special.

When I met his dad, I could understand why she fled. He was constantly distracted, didn't really know what was happening, I even think it took him awhile to remember who Anna was. Not in a dementia way but more in a lack of interest way. I felt bad for both of them. Anna, because it must have been awful with a dad that just didn't care. Not because he didn't want to but because he couldn't because he was so focused on his dead wife. But I also felt bad for him, because I could see how much he missed her mother. It made me kinda scared. If Anna died, would I become like that too? Would I neglect our child like that?