Operation: Good Girl // Horan // Discontinued

Chapter Two

~YESTERDAY~

~NIALL~

“Niall….Niall….” I heard a high-pitched, snobby voice. “GRMM…” I grunted. “Wake me up before you go-go; don’t leave me hanging on like a solo...” It sang. I opened my eyes and my head started pounding like crazy.

I looked up at the person. Lindsey? What’s she doing here? If anything, what’s she doing in my ‘FREE HUGS’ shirt?

I rubbed my temple, feeling a terrible hang-over. It was just like yesterday me and Lindsey broke-up.

Wait, it was yesterday we broke-up! And if we did, what’s she doing here?! And what’s she doing in MY shirt?! Millions of questions circled my mind. Then it was clear.

**

Lindsey and me met in a dark alley yesterday; I had something to ask her. There she told me she needed to tell me something. I said I needed to ask her something first.

She rolled her eyes and nodded. I took out that velvet box. That velvet box that had my fate resting on it. But who am I kidding; of course she’d say yes. I’m NIALL. HORAN.

Then I realized who I was kidding.

Me.

She rolled her eyes at me and slapped the box with the ring away. “Niall. I don’t wanna marry you!” She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I mean, I would wanna marry tough, bad boys with dark hair. In fact, I don’t even think I AM gonna marry! And I most importantly don’t want to marry YOU! First of all, you’re the one who said you’re not tougher than a baby penguin. Second, I’m sick of you being soft!” She yelled “So, WE’RE OVER!”

Just like that, she was gone. I spent three hours in the bar, drinking, then I called Zayn and told him to pick me up, since he knew what to do. When I got out, I saw Lindsey with a buff built man with dark hair.

“Hey, Niall, sugar. Ray, this is Niall, my ex. Niall, this is Ray, my boyfriend.”

**

“Lindsey? What’re you doing here?” I asked, reaching for my shades. “I told you last night, Niall! I missed you and I realized I can live with you being soft – “I cut her off. “What?! No. No! I don’t want you to live with that!” I snapped.

“Uhm...Niall? I think we should talk about this when you’re feeling better?”  She innocently said, twirling her hair around her finger.

“Hey. Psycho. Get out of my shirt. Get out of my hotel room. And most importantly, GET OUTTA MY LIFE!!!”

“Oh...So you’re still mad about the proposal thing?” And the next thing you know, she’s out on the street.

After a few minutes of thinking about what just happened, it sank in: I just shooed away the girl I loved the most.

I paced back and forth, thinking about what I’ve done. “ZAYN!!!?? HAZ?! BOYS?! ANYONE?!” I yelled frantically. Why?

For some reason, I always choose the wrong girls to love. And I still love Lindsey. Yeah, she broke up with me and cheated on me twice, but everyone deserves a second chance.

Or five other chances, you get my point.

And I just let her go.

Zayn came in, still sleepy but awake enough for me. Then Harry and Louis. Then Liam. Then Zayn’s girlfriend, Nicole. “What happened?” Harry asked, rubbing his left eye. “Lindsey came back. And I kicked her out.” I told them with tears in my eyes.

“YAY!! Good for you, Niall! Good job! That blonde bimbo belong in the streets, anyways.” Louis jumped for joy. I glared at him and he looked startled. “Oh…you still….? Okay, I’m just gonna let myself out.” He said.

“She’s not a blonde bimbo.”  I said, a first tear falling down.

I turned to Zayn , and he turned to Nicole. “Don’t look at me! I know nothing about this!” She said, her hands flying to the air. Zayn made puppy-dog eyes at her and she rolled her eyes playfully, and kissed him on the nose.

“Niall, I don’t know Lindsey that much – mainly because she just insulted me most of the time – but I really can’t compare her to anyone. And that’s not in the good way, I’m sorry, mate.” She sighed, her thick Australian accent showing.

“At least you’re honest.” He said, pecking her on the cheek. “Thanks, Zaynie. So…yeah, in the bad way. I don’t know anything else to say, I’m just gonna go cliché. Follow your heart. And you wanna do girls’ day? They say it helps the broken-hearted. You watch movies, stay in blankets…” She trails off.

Follow my heart? Girls’ day? What, did she think I’m gay?

I nodded but Liam said “Sorry, Nic, but we can’t do girls’ day. We have out flight tonight, remember? C’mon, let’s finish packing.”

As I packed, I could only think about Lindsey. I knew I shouldn’t have kicked her out, I loved her.

Right?