The Joke

Chapter 10

Annie's POV

"What the heck is going on here?" Miranda's voice echoes in the whole room.

I feel Niall getting up from the bed quickly, "What are you doing here must be the correct question!" he wishpers-shouts at her.

"Niall, what- don't touch me!" she screams and I hear the door shutting, an irritating sound following its action.

I open my eyes and look around. Niall is gone. It wasn't a dream. Miranda's here. Oh no.

..

I feel better than yesterday, the medicine had a great effect on me.

After I used the restroom and brushed my teeth, I got out , following the sound of the loud voices coming from the hallway.

"You're a bastard Horan! I hate you! " Miranda calls Niall the names and I see a vase flying on air, ending up broken on my feet. Ouch.

Both of them turn and look at my side.

"Annie, are you okay? " Niall immediately asks running to me.

You just have to see Miranda's look on me. "What's wrong here?" I say, slightly ignoring Niall's question.

"You little bitch." Miranda's running and pushes me on the wall.

"What are you doing?" I yell, slapping her cheek.  She's crazy.

"You're gonna regret this soon! I hate you!" she yells back and Niall splits our connection up.

"Annie go upstairs," Niall instructs, holding his mad girlfriend from both arms.

"She's not going anywhere! I have to talk to her ." said Miranda.

Niall's looking at me, begging to leave them alone.

I don't understand sometimes, why he just can't make her shut up or maybe the real question is why she's so stubborn and selfish and mean and behaves so awful? Like mad? Mad for madhouse.

I take steps backwards and go to my room again.. She can't stop yelling at Niall, when Niall fires back at her and tells her to calm down and stop behaving like a wild animal.

I close the door behind me and enjoy for a moment my loneliness and silence which fills the room. After having a hot shower, I change to a casual outfit, baggy T-shirt and jeans. Every minute lasts for like a century, time is frozen. I don't know what to do and I feel awkward because I've learned to work and build up my own independence, which is not based on someone else. This way I've accomplished whatsoever since I lost my mum and sister, when God decided to tear our family apart and letting a large gap that cannot and won't ever be filled or replaced with someone else.

And here I am, unemployed, alone, sad, sick and blamed for just accepting Niall's offer to stay at his house for a while, until I find a job which is going to help me gain money and rent an apartment.

If you ask me if I like this situation, I'll surely reply no. Many people would call me crazy for even believing that, because I live millions of girls' dreams - staying with Niall Horan, the one of the most successful singers nowadays.

And moreover, I'm afraid. I'm afraid of the future. I was never though, until my fate picked another different direction, a harder trail which has lots of dangers who wear angelic masks, pretending to be good for me and my friendship with Niall.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes, entering the room, breaking my daydream. He looks tired and haggard and sits next to me on the bed, his palms covering his beautiful face. "It's just..It's just over now."

Over?

"What happened? Why did she do all these?" I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder.

He lets his body fall behind and lay on the bed.

"I broke up with her, that was it. She was begging me and made every possible promise, but no, that was it. I'm exhausted of everyone. How will I look like when it's time for the tour and interviews and the photoshoots and whatever? I'll look awful as hell and I'm relieved that I stopped this disastrous kind of relationship." he finally breaths and lets a deep sigh.

" I'm sorry.. I was the main reason of what happened the last days.. She's right, they're right. I have to leave you all be, I don't belong here." I accuse myself, because yeah I feel like it.

"Hey, it's not your fault." he softly says, standing his body up and stroking my cheek. "You made me finally do what I should do long time ago. Thank you baby," he thanks me and I find myself asking what I did to deserve a 'thank you' from him.

Before I realize, we're so close to each other. So close to do something wrong yet right.

Wait, what am I talking about?

"Thank you," he says again. Why? What did I do ? I only caused him problems, more problems than he already had. What the hell did I do?

"Why?" I ask, full of interest to learn the reason. He looks at me with a questioning look, too. Well, it seems like we're both confused Niall.

"I mean, I only brought troubles. I caused all this, you broke up with Miranda and she was extremely out of her limits, just because I am here with you and slept next to you yesterday's night. She saw us and it was completely normal to behave like this. I was the one who really broke you up guys, not Miranda's attitude or you." I stop as I've ran out of breath. I didn't realize though, that I had start crying.

"No, no, no," Niall comforts me, hugging me tight. "Stop blaming yourself, okay? And we were never in love, if that makes you feel better." he adds and catches me off guard. My head is now settled on his shoulder and his warm breath puffs on my forehead.

"What?" is what I can only say, looking straight into his ocean blue eyes.

He wipes away my tears, "It was all a lie, everything. We was never in love, never a real couple. My band's management decided to make such a story like those in fairytales. Really, isn't it obvious that only so in love couples that made us seem, can be found only in novels and romantic movies?" he asks, half laughing because of people's illusion.

I can't believe what I hear right now.

Why we've been so stupid? Why did they do this to Niall? Of course, he wasn't happy with this situation. What kind of people are they, anyway?

" Oh my.. You weren't happy-"

" until you appeared in that restaurant few days ago" he interrupts, a large smirk playing on his lips.

Niall's POV

She blushes and she's so adorable when she does that. I want to kiss her, now, but I'm afraid that she's going to be distant again. I don't know why she doesn't want me, maybe she sees my like a friend and nothing else. Or another option is, she doesn't like me and my appearance. This is not impossible, as many girls have said that. Maybe, I won't ever find a girl who really loves me. If I find one, well then, she will care only about money. I don't want that, I'd prefer be what I was when I wasn't popular than what I am right now. I'd choose happiness and avoid everyday sadness or loneliness.

People know me as the happiest member of One Direction, the most cheerful and playful one, but what if it's not always like that?

..

We're just looking at each other for minutes, I can see she feels a bit uncomfortable. I won't be tired of staring at her, ever. She's so beautiful,  so so so beautiful.

Before I understand what's going on, her lips connect with mine. Then, after some seconds she stops, standing up to leave.

I hold her wrist and she turns to face me, our faces inches away. I let it free and hold her by her waist, as we start kissing again, this time nonstop...