The Joke

Chapter 16

Annie's POV

My entire body hurts, really hurts. I can't make a move, but if I do, I'll probably faint because of pain. Niall is just a breath away from me and he seems worried, but I hold his hand tightly and give him a smile, a smile with which I tell him that I'm okay, everything's okay and he didn't do harm on me, he just did something we both agreed on and something natural that nobody can go against of.

"I love you so much," he says, kissing my nose.

"I love you more," I reply, snaking my other hand around his uncovered waist.

"I love you more than your more," he says and his smile gets wider. I love when he teases me like that and tries to make me smile, laugh or playfully hit him. He just makes it, every time he does it.

I don't respond because I know him, I know that this will last until tomorrow and I'd rather sleep than die from pain.

I use my hands to support all my weight, as I try to stand up and go to the bathroom. I have blood on my legs, close to the sensitive area. Seeing this and having this kind of pain, is the worst combination ever. I haven't regret anything we've done and I won't. Niall is the only one who cared about me and helped me in every possible way, when I got unemployed and homeless, when I got kidnapped and that man wanted millions to let me be.

Niall Horan, one of the most popular singers, in one of the most successful boybands of the universe, turned to look at a poor, sad, uninteresting and now unemployed girl from America who only has to remember those black, blur memories from her childhood and nothing happy, but only the hard marathon of survival.

He offered me everything and didn't think of the consequences and what people will say. I'm so proud of him, I love him more than anything and words ain't good enough to describe my feelings for him.

He's the only boy who got interested in me and came closer to get to know me and this is something new and great and it feels like finally you have somebody who loves you truly and is there for you every time you need their help. My dad was always there as well, but I didn't feel his presence sometimes as he was out of home almost all day long. Speaking of my father, we've lost our connection lately and I don't know why. He doesn't call me as much as he used to and this isn't a positive signal.

"Are you okay?" Niall breaks my thoughts.

"Yeah, don't worry." I assure him and stand myself up from bed, covering my body with the thin sheet and going into the bathroom.

I immediately go into the bathtub and let the water sink in.

Niall's POV

She completely rules my heart. I can't stop thinking about the moments when I really touched her, making love to her. We started everything in front of the warmth of the fireplace and then, as I understood this was going further, I carried her here, in my room. Luckily, I had condoms and didn't forget to put one on. She got hurt when I got into her and it happened slowly because I didn't want to make her suffer more. Her nails was digging on my skin of my back and was a great combination between the little pain of her actions and the pleasure of our connection. I decide to have a shower in the second bathroom until she's out and sleep in my hug and wake up early because of our trip.

When I go back, I find her making the bed. Her hair formed in a ponytail, wearing a pair of pyjamas that I haven't seen before.

"Hey," we both say in the same time and she finally completes what she was doing. Her smile is irresistible and I can't help but smile widely as well. I try to dry my hair as much as possible with the towel as she sits in the corner of the bed, staring at me.