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.


25. When Time Stops

The fluorescent lights blinded me. I sat, stunned, in the waiting room at Alan's hospital at 4 in the morning. I watched as people walked by. Mothers with their new babies, cancer patients finally done with chemo, teens finally getting to walk again after two broken legs.

Me? I was lying on a couch with my head in Niall's lap, him petting my head calmly; Alan was in the ER again, just breaths away from death. According to the doctors, it had nothing to do with Niall hitting him. He had just had a negative reaction to the pain meds he'd been given.

The doctor popped out, trying to spot us. His head was balding; a few brown hairs were sprouting from the back. He had squinty gray eyes, glossed over by thick glases. He turned to us, and the gray in them became a grim shade.

"The friends of Alan Sanders?" he dully muttered, and yet to me the words were all but obscure.

Niall's mother jumped from her perch on the other chair, "Yes?" Alan's parents followed, eager to hear the news on their child.

"Alan had some difficulty in recovering, but is quickly becoming better. We're going to continue treatment until he is completely well, and he is resting. He is expected to be able to return home Wednesday... Until then, you are all free to visit him,"

His parents rushed to see him, tears of joy streaming down their faces and eyes wide. You hear doctors talk in movies, but you never actually expect them to be rigid and emotionless. In this case, the doctor was stale. Unlike the waiting room, exploding with emotion, he was cold.

"So, how's it goin?" Niall said, wrapping his arms around me, allowing my face's entrance into his warm and comforting body. He could protect me from everything, I felt.

"Well, our friend is in the ER, it's four o'clock in the morning, and I have school tomorrow. Take a guess, babe," I tried to control my tears, all while attempting to not fall to the floor.

"If it makes it any better, I'm not going to school tomorrow. How about a day off with me?"

Sounded appealing...

"Lindsay, dear, you're more than welcome to stay home tomorrow," Mom spoke up from under her blanket, where she'd fallen asleep hours earlier.

Thank God...

Alan's parents came out, his mother readjusting her purse and filling out papers and father digging through his vast pockets for his wallet.

"Niall, I'd like to see Alan... alone. Promise he won't kiss me this time," I said, pecking Niall on the cheek and heading to the room.

"Alright, but don't fool around too much, we need to get you home,"

"I second that notion!" Mom laughed, climbing out of her homemade straight-jacket.

I gave them a smile and turned to Alan's room. While walking down the hall, I heard laughing, crying, screaming, nurses talking, and doctors telling patients their life sentence in sickness. At that moment, I walked into Alan's room- and all was silent. I watched him, lying in his bed; his eyes were closed and his hair in a mess. All around me, all I could hear was the world. But in the room with Alan, it was like it was all just muted for the two of us. Not even a word was shared, not even a single mumble or cough.

I stood over him, wishing he could just open his eyes so I could see them. I couldn't wait...

A deafening beep pierced the room, and I jumped.

"Alan?!" I said, expecting and hoping him to split open his bright blue eyes and say, 'Gotcha'.

I raised my head, looked at the monitor...

In all my life, I've seen movies and heard stories. Never would I think I'd see this type of straight line before.

Again, I shouted his name, "ALAN?!" He remained still, like the doctor. The entire room disappeared, and it was just me and the one I never got enough time with to count.

I kissed him, right on the lips, part of me thinking it would awake him- revive me. When it didn't work, I said, "Thanks for saving my life... Sorry I couldn't manage to do the same..."

I laid my head on his chest, tears pouring from my eyes. And in that paused moment- Niall was irrelevant to me.

Note to readers: Thanks for all the reads. And you thought the beach scene was a shock? Don't worry- for all you "Lalan" lovers, this isn't the end of competition for Niall. Alan still has a story, as does the rest of One D. So don't give up on me, my fans! 😘 Thanks again!

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