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.


23. The "Talk"

***DISCLAIMER: Once again, the following chapter will contain sexual content and an extremely dramatic plot line. However, I recommend this chapter still be read. It's really good... 😄***


"May I, um, sit?" Niall politely asked to sit beside me.

As much as I wished I could just say no and lay out across the entire couch, all I could muster up was a simple, "Whatever,"

He waddled across the room, taking a seat after what felt like an eternity. I pulled the blanket up on me more, wanting to just hibernate. But I needed to face this...

"Lindsay, about what happened at the beach- I, um, need to know something,"


"Do you have the receipt for the speedo? I doubt I'll need it again,"

Really? That can't be it. I stood, dashing to the other end of the room to retrieve it.

"Alright, just checking. You can move. Now that I know you're alive, can I ask the REAL question we're both thinking?"

I couldn't hold in my smile, no matter how hard I tried. I returned to the couch, not bothering to recover myself in my blanket cacoon.

"And that is?"

"Lindsay, I need you. The reason I act as if that year without you meant nothing to me is because if I act like it did, you'd wear the pants in this love relationship. I was hoping that you'd come back to me. When I'm not with you, I feel empty. Your humor, sarcasm, talent, beauty... I not only crave it, but meed it,"

"Ha, beauty. Niall, I also need your humor,"

Niall scoffed. "No, I'm serious. Beauty is how I still think you look sexy in those sweats you're wearing. How your personality fits your physical appearence. Lindsay, we're both damaged. And our love may just glue us together again,"

"Again with the quotes, Niall," I said, digging my face into his chest, unable to look him in the eyes. He kissed me lightly on the forehead, wrapping his arms around me, giving me an all new kind of protection.

"Niall, what about Alan?"

"I think he can still breathe, last I checked," he joked with me.

"I'm being serious. He was saving me, and you almost killed him!" I couldn't bring myself to telling the truth- that the last breath from Alan was not of air, but of life. He had kissed me without a doubt. Maybe it was deserved, too.

"Look, I visited him at the hotel, and he said he understood why I did what I did. He's pissed, but he said he'd give it a week or so, and if he's not out of the hospital, then we'll stop being friends,"

Sounds kinda like Alan, easily forgiving with a joke thrown in there for good charm.

"So, does this mean what I think it means?" Niall wondered aloud.

"Call it what you want, I guess. I'm just along for the ride,"

"Lindsay, you just got on to me for quoting, and now you're gonna go ahead an-"

Midsentence, I started what would turn into the scene from Titanic, pressing my lips into Niall's, softly at first and then making it passionate. I got comfortable, placing one leg on each side of Niall's lap, straddling him.

His rough hands found their way up my sweater, and the feel of his calluses and warm hands made me melt into him even more. His broad and muscular chest was pressed into mine, and at last Niall's fingers discovered my bra hook.

"Before we continue," Niall spoke, breaking our kiss, "Will we be able to finish this?"

"Wanna go lock the door at the top of the staircase?" I said, even though I didn't want to move from this position.i

"Sure. Be back soon." Niall picked me up my the hips, and sat me back down onto the couch. Seconds later, Niall came back in a sprint.

"Huh. That was a pretty gruesome excersise," Niall slid his shirt over his body, shaking his hair back into place afterward. His stomach looked even better in light, each individual ab was sexier than the one above it.

"Don't get too winded yet," I laughed, as Niall landed on top of me. We switched, with me hovering over him, and proceeded to kiss Niall, running my hands up his body and to his cheeks.

Eventually, I felt "Niall" pressing on my hip, and began to giggle a little.

"Hmm, I must be doing something right," I said, pushing my hair out of my face and looking into Niall's glimmering eyes.

"Eh, you're okay," he said, catching on to my pun.

I stood, fumbling with Niall's belt. At last, I managed to get it undone. I allowed Niall time to pull off his jeans, and well...

The rest is history...

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