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.

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15. Road Trip: Part 2

I sat in the car, arms crossed over my chest and eyes peering down at the floorboard. How could Niall, after all that we'd done in the past day and for years before, flirt with some ditzy blonde in a store?

Niall came rushing from the store, holding a bag and wearing his normal clothes.

"What was that?" He questioned me, as if I had been the problem.

"You tell me,"

"So I spoke with some girl, so what?"

"Well, it's just that you and she haven't almost slept together and been best friends since 4th grade, and yet the two of you hit it off,"

"Come on, I'll prove to you I like you more," he said.

"And how will you do that, exactly?" I rebutted. How was he going to do that?

Cranking the car and pulling out, Niall used his free hand to reach into the bag. Out he pulled the purple speedo.

"If you agree to forgive me, I will wear this all day to the beach,"

Well, it was hard to turn that down... Niall in a speedo at the beach all day?!

"Well okay... But I still need a bathing suit,"

"Nonesense- just wear this," He then pulled out a beautiful blue and pink two peice, the one he knew I was looking at when we walked in.

"Niall.. That was expensive!"

"So are you..." He said. I took it from him, and he smiled and started to drive down the road. How does he do this? He pulls me in, and then I push myself away. I need to make up my mind. Or maybe Niall can do it for me...

"Niall, what title would you put on us?"

"Comedic and different," he said.

"No, I mean our relationship. Like talking, dating, friends, friends with benefits, something like that,"

"Well, seeing that we have only been together for a day technically, I guess I'll leave that decision up to the pretty lady. I was sure last year, but now I've decided that you are the one who needs to chose. To avoid heartbreak, ya know?"

Of course... I have to make the giant decision! How could I even do this?

"Well, maybe this day at the beach could help us to decide that," I said.

"True. Want a soda? We're stopping at this gas station up here," Niall said. I looked far over the hill, and saw the gas station as we neared it.

"Sure. I'm always in the mood to cause some trouble,"

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Once again, upon entrance the bell jingled upon entrance. Only this time, we were greeting by an overweight hispanic man. His face was covered with zits, and he had a growing bald spot right-smack in the middle of his head.

"You better not flirt with HIM," I whispered to Niall.

"No worries, he's not my type,"

"Oh? And what is your type?" I asked curiously.

"Not quite sure, but I know you're included in that feild," he romanced me, waltzing down to the soda section.

"Wanna use that fake ID?" Niall reached into the fridge and pulled out a case of alcohol.

"Niall, we're both 14! We can't drink!"

"And yet you were all for the idea of sleeping with me?"

"That was impulse sex, Niall. Stop being so cute and you'd have more of a chance," I grabbed a SunKist and walked to the counter to pay.

"Fine, but I assure you I'd look a hell of a lot cuter in my speedo if some alcohol was in our system."

Going to his house, coming to the beach, and now purchasing beer.

Three strikes, Lindsay.

You're out.

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