The Joke

Chapter 11

Annie's POV

But... This is real.

Niall's hands are settled around my waist as we're kissing without stopping. My back touches the brick wall and it's all happening there. I run my fingers through Niall's already messy hair and I unconnect my lips from his, just to catch my breath.

He's so sexy, really. He seems out of breath as well and I can't help but stare at his beautiful face, his blue eyes that travel you in some other unreal place, yet better. He does the same, staring at me and when he smiles, I smile too. This time his smile is different, more realistic and unique.

I'm in love with him.

"I'm in love with you, Annie," he says, tucking behind my ears the hairs that fall in front of my face.

I don't know why I don't respond.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same," he says, taking a distance which is getting longer. His eyes are glossy, disappointed.

"It's-" I start speaking, when his phone rings and stops me.

For a moment he doesn't move to pick up as he's waiting me to continue.. but when he understands that I won't, he finally responds the call.

"Yeah?" he speaks and leaves me alone.

I'm so stupid. Why didn't I say what I wanted to? I feel like an idiot. I'm an idiot. He got happy and had hopes, but now I destroyed it and he's really disappointed. I'm disappointed of myself too.

Ughhhhhhhh.

I don't know what's going on with me lately. I lost everything in almost three nights and I had the great chance to meet Niall who did everything to help me even when I left him in the middle of a night and got kidnapped by an alcoholic man. He spent a fortune to get me back and safe, but here I am again not to give back what I was given. I don't give him what he deserves. What the hell am I doing?

What the hell is wrong with you, Annie?

Everything; my subconscious gets the chance to reply.

....

I spent my whole evening watching TV and thinking about him. I wasn't ready to go downstairs and talk to him... I needed to think and just think.

7:38 pm shows the clock.

I'm hungry. I finally take the decision to go down there..

"I've checked it hundreds of times man! I just don't care about what they say!" Niall speaks. He's sitting on the couch, fixing his guitar and simultaneously talking on phone.

"I know..." he says and adds, " They can't control my life okay, neither yours. We won't let them to." now he puts his guitar next to him and looks at it.

"I'm tired of this bullshit."

"Yeh, fine bro. See ya guys tomorrow at rehearsals. Byee." he ends the call. Then, he stands up to put the guitar on its position, on the wall next to the drums. His eyes meet mine.

I walk close to him.

"Hi," I start the conversation.

"Hey," he responds.

"I.. Well.. Um.." I can't find words.

"Is everything okay? I mean, you didn't come to the kitchen once today. Aren't you starving?" he asks full of interest and I look at him full of admiration. He's so friendly, so kind each time whether or not sad or angry at me.