My Angel ~One Direction~ (severe editing)

Chapter 3

~My Angel~

Chapter 3

Niall's P.O.V

I'm crying. Crying all the time...

My hot supermodel girlfriend broke up with me today (ok, three weeks ago, but it felt like only this morning...).

Someone just kill me.

Please.

"Stop crying Niall! She's not worth it!" Liam said while comforting me.

"But I loved her, Liam!" I whined.

"I know but she was a bitch."

"You know, I wrote a song about our break up to help me get over it..."

"Sing it to me."

"Ok. It's called 'What makes me unhappy'."

And then I started to sing

"I had a girl, and she was hot.  

But then my hot girlfriend broke my hea-a-art.  

And now I'm sad, I'm really sad.  

And I'm crying all the ti-i-ime-" I sang until I was so rudely interrupted.

"Wait, what makes me unhappy?"

"Yup! It's the best song ever written about a breakup ever."

Well now I'm cheering up a little at least...

"Yeah, of course it is..." Liam said while snickering.

"Stop laughing at me, Liam!" I pouted.

"Haha, oh well whatever. But hey, I have to go now, OK? There's a TV show I want to watch..." Liam said, and then he walked out of my room.

Great. Now I'm bored. There's absolutely nothing to do, and I'm not even hu-wait. There it is. Now I'm hungry. So, let's go to NANDO'S!!! And that's when I realized that I wasn't home, and there wasn't a Nando's anywhere near where I was. So I just decided to eat at the McDonald's down the road from the hotel were we were staying at.

"I'm going to McDonald's!" I yelled as loud as possible so Liam, who was in the adjoining hotel room, could hear me.

When I heard a muffled "ok" from the other room, I decided it was to leave.

I walked out of my hotel room, and down into the lobby. As soon as I got out of the elevator, my heart skipped a beat. And when I say skipped a beat, I mean that it actually stopped beating for probably 5 or more seconds. That voice, so familiar, bringing back the best memories-along with the most painful ones.

"Excuse me, but which rooms are One Direction staying in?" the girl asked.

Was she looking for me?

"I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to tell anyone that," the concierge replied with an annoyed tone, probably because of the many who've come through here in the past couple days asking the same question.

"But I'm Nialls friend, Mackenzie Meyer."

"Im sorry, but just because you are a 'friend' of Niall Horan's doesn't mean that I can tell you." 

 "Just come on, I mean, you're obviously not sorry that you can't tell me-you probably tell that to every girl who's come through here."

"Prove to me that you really are Niall's friend."