The Untold Story

One Direction is now known as the group with infectious tunes. But take a trip back to freshman year of high school. With abusive relationships, drinking, affairs, and deaths, follow Lindsay Prescott through the trials and tribulations of high school with the band and friends. Through the eyes of a typical teen girl, Lindsay exposes to us the the untold stories of 1D that not even the press could do.


29. Peeling the Layers

Note: Due to the app crash, the last chapter (Call Him Logan) was cut INCREDIBLY short. I recommend highly to go back and read the lat chapter. If by some chance you got to read it before to app crashed, you are fine. Thanks 😋

"It's physically impossible! How could you not listen to Shinedown?" Logan murdered me with question after question about bands and music and movies. After learning we have nothing in common, he finally stopped.

"Well, what DO you like?" his razor-sharp gray eyes cut into mine like butter. For some reason, he excited me.

"I like 16 Wishes-"

"Stop," he said, holding his palm up to me, "Disney? How old are you exactly?"

"Disney helps your dreams come true! And considering that hasn't happened yet, I will continue to watch it," I confidently came up with a random answer. Unwillingly, I had set off a bomb.

"Oh, really? And what's that dream of yours? Ya wanna be a princess?"

"Maybe. Niall could easily become a prince," For a second, I even imagined it in my head. Niall walking me down a royal walkway, me sporting a long and beautiful blue dress. And since it was just for imagination, Alan would be the best man...

"But in all seriousness, what's you dream?" he makes eye contact all the time. I wondered whether it aggravated me or I liked it.

"I don't know... Maybe be an author or music producer. Not sure yet," And that was an honest response. I love anything with words and lyrics, but never before had I thought of what to do with my life.

"Well, that's almost as cool as mine..." Logan joked, proceeding to lean back in his chair again, placing his hands behind his head and his feet on the desk again. He looked so easy going, so comfortable. And yet he pissed me off...

"Oh, okay Mr. Future, tell me what you had in mind,"

Logan looked up at the ceiling with longing eyes, and for once looked peaceful and calm. A smile slid across his face.

"I wanna be a singer. I wanna write songs and be famous. Leave an impression," he was hopeful.

"Got a Plan B?" I took his dream lightly. He however, found a way to make me feel guilty with his glance at me. His full lips were set low, and he for once made me feel like I had lost the war of sarcasm.

"It's serious. If it weren't for music, I wouldn't be Logan,"

I tried to soften the moment, replying, "Would you at least still be Logan Price?" I smiled, sensing the tone I had given, poking his side.

"Somethin' like that," he mustered up a grin, making me feel like I'd finally peeled Logan's onion back, seeing a new side of him.

"People always thought I was weird or "goth" or crazy and worthless. With music, I tell their asses off and they don't even know it..."

In a way, Logan WAS crazy to me. He made normal conversations awkward. And yet he seemed like he ha his life together. He was secure-hearted...

I liked that.

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