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.


22. The Visitor

One Month Later

I'm not completely sure on how it all went down... All I can remember is one month ago, Niall and I went to the beach. Alan was put in the hospital and released a week or so later after Niall beat him. Niall hit me. I ran. Niall found a way home eventually, I guess.

And now, I was sitting on my couch in the basement watching Bridezillas, despite the fact I knew The Little Mermaid was on on ABC Family...

My mom came down occasionally. To hand me soup, offer some magazines, change the channel for me, tighten the blankets closing in on me, such and such. All in all, though, she was just caring for me.

For almost the tenth time that day, Mom's footsteps sounded from the steps. "Lindsay, honey, you okay?"

"No, actually. I wasn't okay with him, and I'm not now,"

Mom always lent a helping hand. She shuffled over to the couch, and sat lightly in the edge, looking me in the eye with a loving expression.

"Lindsay, this will always happen. You'll like a boy, he'll let you down. But no matter how much it hurts, a decision must be made. Do you like this boy..."

"Niall. Yes, I really like him. Alot. But the emotions are just so mixed. Loving him seems to take a part of me..."

Mom always knew what to say- "Lindsay that part is called your heart,"

I shrugged, pulling the blanket over my head in hopes of the world leaving me alone. And by world, I partly meant 'Mom'.

"Mom, he hit me. But he also built me an entire oasis in the woods. He beat Alan without thinking, but then again he's the one who invited to the beach with him in the first place. He..."

I couldn't finish. The goods outweighed the bad by a mile. He bought me flowers once, he makes me feel good, all three kisses from him where given like it would be the last one.

"Looks like you have some odds to weigh out. And I'd love to stay, but someone's at the door."

Lost in thoughts, I hardly realized the doorbell constantly ringing. Mom raced up the steps, nearly tripping one by one.

From down here on the couch, I still was able to hear the mumbling voices of my mom and the stranger like the voices of adults on Peanuts.

"Lindsay! Company for you!" My mom shouted.

With each simultaneous step down the staircase, I thought of a different person it could be. Dad? A mailman? Harry? Zayn? Aj? Niall?


"Hello, love," he spoke with a calm grin on his face. His beautiful blonde hair was fixed to a tete, his eyes were glossed over like he had been crying, and he was wearing a nice green shirt and jeans with dressy shoes. It was surprisingly comforting to see his face again.

"We need to talk." he said. Niall- serious?

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