How to Lose a Niall in Ten Days

Prologue

We've all been there ladies. Sometimes the male part of society just doesn't get the slight hints. The subtle nose turn-ups or the "missed" phone calls just didn't make any sense to those cone heads.

We've all been forced to go to those extremes. You know what I mean by those extremes, ladies. The ones in which you fake a period and make the guy go for a food-run. The one in which you take your neighbor's baby for a day of "babysitting" only to randomly show up at his office to talk about starting a new family.

We all have conscious' but sometimes we have to resort to those measures. It sucks to see their faces light up upon yet, another failed date. It sucks to fake a smile when they ask you if you're okay going to the local sports bar for the third time that week. It sure as hell does not suck when you fake cry about how they pay more attention to a television than you. It actually makes things humorous when you go on a cleaning rampage in their "bachelor pad". The face drops and then their fake smiles when they say aw thanks honey.

Then you have the sense of pride when they call the next morning. It's always the same phrases. "I'm not ready to start dating again." "This just isn't working out." "You were right about how I like staring at those athlete's spandex's- I think I am gay."

Normally we don't intentionally go into relationships to end up faking a mental breakout- they just happen. People say there are lots of fish in the sea, but are they really good? Most of the fish I know can't even drink a soda without belching like a whale. The other fish I know are ones that idolize Elle magazine and spend their days in tight pants.

I hadn't meant to spend my Friday night at the club that night. I also hadn't meant to bump into my evil co-workers that night.

Sometimes a lady just wants to get drunk after a stressful week and not see anyone she knows. My only friend that night was supposed to be my shot glass. Maybe the dance floor and bartender could be my other buddies if I was feeling especially social with the poison in my body.

I did not expect to be peer pressured to get a guy to date, love, and then dump me in a span of ten days. Ten days was not enough time but the possible advantage of being able to be the boss of the bitches on my floor was enough for me to agree to this crazy arrangement.

The first thing right now was to find a guy that would be unwillingly forced to this mayhem. I felt bad for him at first but hey, it this worked out I would be one of the top executives and this guy, well it was only ten days.

Not a lot can happen in ten days.

A.N// Has anyone seen the movie "how to lose a guy in 10 days"? That will be what I am basing it off of but I wanted to make it a bit different and of course include Niall's personality. Who wouldn't love a quirky Irish man going through all this? ;)