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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40. The Next Morning

     I woke up the next morning feeling groggy and humiliated. Tomorrow was the Battle of the Bands, in which my exboyfriend and my default lover would face off. 

     I brushed my long hair from my eyes, threw my strangely heavy legs over the side of the bed, and walked to the bathroom down the hall. I looked at my white lace bra and purple panties, and tried to remember where the individual match to each were. I wonder if guys care if they even match at all, i doubt they would if they were close to coming off.

     Disgusted, I looked in the mirror, finding each flaw that Niall once would find cute in some original comment only he could configure. I searched for the toothpaste, brushed, spit, and walked back into my bedroom. Quickly, I threw some tanktop over my head and stepped into some jeans one leg at a time (like all people).

     "I'll say, it's alot more fun seeing that in reverse," a voice said from behind me.

     I grabbed the closest thing on my dresser I could wrap my fingers around and heaved it behind me. In response, Logan, in nothing but some cheap boxers, ducked and let my jewelry box smash the wall and hit the ground with a thud.

     "What the hell are you doing in here?!" Is all I managed before I nearly cried at the fact Logan had seen me in my underwear. But I'm seeing him now, so all is fair i guess.

     "Well you see, last night we drank an awful lot and after you had thrown your inhibitions out the window, i decided to show you a good time. If only I'd had a condom..."

     Unsure of whether he was kidding or not, I chucked another random object his way. This time it wound up being my piggy bank. On the wall behind him, the pretty pink glass smashed, sending pennies flying everywhere.

     "Making a purchase, are we?" he smiled.

     "One last time- what the hell are you doing in my bed?" By this point I was shedding actual tears, freaking out. Did i drink last night? How'd we end up here? Why is he naked? Why am i naked?! Did we have sex?

     "Lindsay, Lindsay, calm down," Logan reached out towards me, but I jerked my elbow from his grip.

     "Tell me NOW. What are you doing in my bed in those HIDEOUS boxers?!" I screamed, remembering my parents were not even here. 

     "If my underwear is the problem here, I'll change," he laughed, as if my breakdown were stand-up comedy.

     "The PROBLEM, smartass, is that you are in my bed with me. Explain. NOW!"

     "Look, last night I came here after Battle of the Bands practice. We played some games, watched some TV, and you got sick and threw up a couple of times. i gave you some medication and put you to sleep. While you were all knocked up on pills, you swore you would never fall asleep if i didn't sleep with you. So to please Little Miss Lindsay, i happily obliged," he sounded sincere enough, but for the fact that my brain was pounding into my skull and my heart was numb from the beating, I questioned him even more.

     "And we didn't have sex?"

     "Did you listen to me at all? You threw up. How could you properly give me head if you smelled like old McDonalds,"

     I giggled. "You're disgusting,"

     "As disgusting as my trousers?" he pulled his under wear up to his bellybutton and did a small dance. For some strange reason, I had forgotten the fact that a boy I hardly knew was dancing around in my room in his underwear. 

     "Speaking off those, put some pants on before i kick you out of my room," I flirted with him a little, walking out of the room.

     "You sure weren't saying that last night," he said with a wink.

     I'm a horrible person, aren't I...

      

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