How to Lose a Niall in Ten Days

Tone It Down To Bring Out The Crazy

Day: One

Niall had actually spent the night with me before waking up early to leave. He had left me cuddled up with a blanket on the couch before leaving a note.

I was pleasantly surprised by him being that courteous to me.

I had assumed that Niall would pack up and leave as soon as I had fallen into a deep sleep. He was famous, he had fans. That was most definitely not how he planned for last night to go. Who would have even thought about going home with a random girl to end up petting her hair to stop her from crying?

It was fake tears but still tears nonetheless.

I was glad that I only wore waterproof makeup. My guilt would have been through the roof if I had smeared makeup on his shirt, especially since I didn't really start the hardcore waterworks until he pulled away from me to put his shirt back on. I had faked a 'why are you leaving me? I'm sorry' moment.

God, why did he have to be nice? Don't get me wrong, a nice guy is great. Phenomenal. Finding a nice guy that won't leave at the first sign of a girl crying is a keeper.

But I didn't need a nice guy. I needed the opposite of that. I needed Niall to dump me so hard that he turned gay so I could win this bet. 

Ironic how the one time I'm not looking for a relationship, I end up meeting a guy who could possibly want one.

As I woke up that morning, I turned over while stretching my back to see a post-it note on the coffee table.

Took me forever to find your sticky's. Hope you're okay. I had to leave for a meeting. Text me when you wake up love. -Niall

My phone and clothes were placed, and folded up next to the note. What bachelor folded their clothes anymore? I almost swooned at the thought that this guy wasn't a pack rat.

I reached over for my phone to see that Niall had inserted his number into mine. But of course he also put the Irish flag and a beer mug next to it...

I heard once that in psychology, most people from the Irish culture became stoic in times of stress. I guess Niall proved that wrong.

That or he didn't find a girl crying on him stressful enough. Interesting.

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I had taken a shower and changed into sweats by the time Niall called me.

"Hey, you feeling okay?"

I laughed softly. "Yeah, I'm sorry for last night." No I'm actually not. "I don't know what came over me."

But I did.

I was officially turning into one of the bat shit crazy girls who pounced at the first sight of an open dick. I just hoped that Niall would be like the rest of the male population and run for the hills.

I had spent the entire shower thinking over my actions. What I was doing was crazy. I shouldn't be forcing some genuine guy to go through this.

But also, he wasn't just any guy. He was a guy who apparently had hoards of girls.

This guy was nice. This guy was financially stable but didn't have the ego of a celebrity. He was a celebrity but drank like a normal "lad".

Plus he was popular. Leave it to me to pick the one guy who has fans dedicating blogs and wall space to him. I wouldn't be surprised if some of his fans had secret Niall Horan rooms where they placed anything and everything Niall Horan associated.

But people are getting crazier now. Today's the era of technology, we're able to pinpoint precise locations of others. Modern citizens are able to know the whereabouts of celebrities without even trying.