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.


3. The Great Fire Alarm Escape

The entire school filed out of the single back door of the lunch room. Girls were crying, guy were laughing, the "gothic" kids wished the school to burn down.

And me? I was bombarding Alan with questions.

"What the hell do you mean, 'started the fire'?" I proaded. Why was he treating this so lightly?

"Louis and Harry had some math test in 6th period, so they hoped that starting a minor fire in the caf's kitchen would post-pone the test," he explained. At last, Alan and I reached the door and exited into the drizzling weather. Crickets chirped and hoped around, in hopes of escaping the water falling gently from the branches of the fall trees.

"That doesn't really justify thy fact that they almost burned down the school!"

"Oh come on, Lindsay, the food was burned anyways," he exclaimed, implying that the food were the problem. All I noticed was...

"How do you know my name?"

Alan seemed to search for a reason, "Niall. He talks about you all the time,"

Niall? It's been a year, what reason does he have to talk about me? He doesn't still have feelings for me... Or does he?

"He may still like you, from what I've heard. Even though you rejected him that time in the closet. He was pretty heartbroken. I, however, was pretty pissed,"

"Oh, because I live to hear your opinions?" I smarted off, trying my hardest to sound as mean as possible.

"No, but you seem to live to hear Niall's through tons of closed doors," Alan smirked and looked me straight in the eyes.

Dang. He got me. That's never happened before...

Kids chattered as the teachers struggled to get them all organized by grade. With one hand placed in his pocket and the other coursing through his blonde hair, Alan seemed to be at ease- something Niall never seemed to acomplish.

"Let's go somewhere," Alan mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"They won't know who's gone. If we say we ate outside then they'd think we were with the other group. And vise-versa,"

The idea of escaping for a break was intriguing...

"Where are we going to go? Neither of us drive yet," I proded.

"The woods behind the school. Niall tells me him and the guys have some secret trail and then a cleared area for hanging out after school,"

"Next you're gonna tell me they operate an underground black market throughout the school!" I joked. Was I trying to get out of going without realizing it?

"Stop trying to sass me and run." He gave me no time. Alan gripped onto my hand and began to sprint.

And even though we were running away from school, through bushes and briars and groups of kids with the school burning behind us, all I could focus on was how perfectly Alan and I's hands fit together.

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