Chapter 14

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                 Lindsay's POV

I woke up to what felt like someone bashing my head into a cement wall. 

Where the hell am I?

I glanced downward at myself doing the "am I naked" check, luckily I'm fully clothed. Now it's time to scan my brain and find out what the fuck happened last night. As I'm trying to figure out whether or not I got raped, I hear voices outside the door. No, I'm not crazy, I'm 100 percent sure these voices are real! I push myself out of bed noticing the clothes I have been changed into.

Clever.

'I'm a professional drunk' is printed on a solid black V-Neck in white writing. Well atleast I know this rapist has a sense of humor.

Okay now I have options. One, go into the room all inocent and see if maybe I got taken home by a gentleman. Two, climb out a window, and three, grab a weapon of choice and beat the living shit out of whoever is on the other side of that door. Of course number three all depends on if he's a gentleman or not.

I grabbed a nearby lamp, deciding on option number three. Slowly, I walked towards the door, lamp in position for attack. I cracked the door open an inch and peeked through the narrow opening. Three people were sat at a table about ten feet away, all with their backs to me. I took a deep breath, readying myself for the upcoming events. When I finally got enough courage to attack, I busted through the door, lamp in hand, charging toward the people. After about two quick strides, I tripped and ended up falling on my face.

"Holy shit, are you okay!?"

I jumped up pointing my lamp toward the boy bounding towards me.

"Come any closer and I will murder you with this lamp."

The boy stopped about five feet away from me raising his hands in surrender. 

I looked around to see a hole bunch of people staring at me in bewilderment. I was about to personally open up a can of 'kick ass' until I saw Aly standing alongside the strangers.

"Lindsay, what the hell?"

Aly stepped forward raising an eyebrow.

I cleared my throat carefully sitting down my lamp before speaking.

"Well, ya see. I was under the impression I was in some rapist's house. Normally I would've called for help, but I seem to have lost my phone."

Aly chuckled, nudging me in the arm.

I glanced around the room studying the faces of all these other people.

"Hold the fuck up! Your One Direction!"

Everyone laughed, nodding their heads in agreement.

It was now I could finally do the thing I had been dreaming of for ages.

"Hey Zayn can you sign my forehead?"

Aly busted out laughing, probably remembering the countless times I have talked about this moment.

Zayn gave me a crooked smile, grabbing a pen off the counter and motioning for me to come forward. He poked his tongue out the littlest bit, and had a look of concentration on his face. Might I just add his concentrating face is adorable.

"Okay, all done."

I pumped my fist in the air coming down into a 'Tebow' afterwards.

"YES! I can finally check this off my bucket list!"

Zayn chuckled, sending me a playful wink.

"So, who's up for 'explain what the hell happened last night' with Lindsay time?!"

              Author's Note

Hey guys! So this is probably the shortest chapter I have EVER written, but it's just a filler. The main point of this chapter is to give you an idea of Lindsay's attitude.

I will update within the next five days IF I get 5 votes AND 5 comments on this chapter.

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