The Joke

Chapter 13

Annie's POV

His hands travel to my back as the kiss is unbreakable. My palms are settled on his chest and I'm standing between his legs, as he's sitting at the edge of the couch. The entire situation is getting more special each second that passes. The only thing I'm thinking about right now is him, only him and it's like all my problems never existed.

I never thought something like this would happen.

When we stop, our faces a breath away, his blue eyes are locked on mine and a big beautiful smile appears on his lips. I smile, as well. I don't know what to say, neither does he.

Instead of just staring at each other, he snakes his hands around my waist and pulls me closer to him. My stomach touches his now, as we're hugging.

"I'll always be here for you, okay?" he finally speaks, playing with my hair.

I don't like promises. Every promise can be broken and with the broken promise comes a broken heart. Always is something usual in every Holywood's movie and it lasts for not a long time. I don't want that, I don't want that with Niall. I trust him though, but everything comes when you don't expect them to. Actually, this is life.

"Always is inaccurate," I tell him. "In the end, there isn't always. There is a huge gap between the word and the reality," I add and he looks at me, stopping his actions.

"You're right actually," he says. I didn't think he would agree so easily. "It's.. Well, don't you trust me?" Niall asks.

"I do trust you, Niall." I tell him, meaning it. "Do you trust me?" I ask back.

"Yes," he answers honestly. "I'm in love with you..It's the first time I feel like this..." he speaks, looking straight into my eyes.

"Yeah," I respond, feeling awkward yet happy to hear his words.

"Yeah," he says and leaves me alone in the room.

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Niall's POV

It feels awful to feel like you're not good enough, not good-looking enough, not what she wants. Why she keeps kissing me if she doesn't feel the same way about? It feels .. Does she play with me?

I don't know. I don't know why this is so complicated, when it shouldn't be. I'm trying my best to show the interest I have for her, but it's hard when she doesn't show her feelings. She is a little shy, but why is she afraid to say some words?

I'm laying on the bed, my fingers travel through my hair. I hear her small footsteps coming from downstairs and stop behind my closed door. I guess she's now touching the wooden thing and decide whether to knock it or not.

"Niall?" her low, soft voice is calling me out.

"Come on in," I tell her.

She enters slowly and closes the door behind her. She comes to me and sits next to where I am, looking down at me.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asks, her eyes full of worry.

"You didn't," I reply.

"You're upset, this is obvious so why are you lying to me?" her eyes now are glossy and she stands up waiting for my response.

I stand myself up too and we can talk better now.

"I'm not lying." I tell her.

"You are," she presses. 

"Annie," I say.

"Niall," she says. "Are we serious now? We're just fighting like 5 year-old kids?!" she adds.