Totally Wrecked: One Direction fanfic

Soapy Hugs and French Kissing

Half an hour later I'm hyped up on Mountain Dew, my brain going into crazy-hyper-unicorn-juggling-cupcakes mode. Grace is now passed out in the back seat, the poor girl hasn't slept in ages. My legs are yearning to drive. I want to feel the wind in my hair, the purr of the motor. But alas, the doctor specifically said "NO DRIVING!" for 24 hours.

I sit in silence, only hearing the soft sound of Harry's muted snoring. Reaching for the radio, i turn the volume up a couple of notches.

Kurt Copeland's voice emits from the speakers.

"Now this next hit is rising up fast on the iTunes chart, and is making quite a hit with the ladies. If you haven't seen these guys yet, there's a link to their video on our website. Give it up for British pop sensations, One Direction!"

What Makes You Beautiful starts pouring from the side of the car. "Ahhhhh!!!" i jump on top of Harry. He freaks out, yelling something like "My boo bear!" as he hits his head on the car.

I do the same to Louis and Grace.

"Lexi! Who died?!" grace screams.

"Hmm....what? Not the carrots!!" louis shouts, his hand accidentally slapping my face. "Watch it Tomlinson!" i return back to the front seat cranking up the tunes.

"Is that-"

"Yepp!"

"We're on the radio!" Harry and Louis start breaking out into random dance moves. "I'll call the boys!" Harry whips out his iphone and soon he's putting the phone on speaker so we can all hear the reaction.

"Holy Nandos! We're on the radio!" niall shouts from the other end, along with screams from Liv and Nina in the background.

We all hop out of the car, and have Louis teach us the proper way to "Stop the Traffic" dance.

"Come on Grace," Lou pleads, pouting his lip, "we're all shaking our groove things, you might as well too!" that results in a play fight between the two (with Grace winning ;D)

"Enough booty shaking, let's meet up with the other's back at the house." harry skips back to the car, the rest of us not far behind.

Nina's View:

Niall proceeds to tickle my hips, causing more hicupping to come from my 90lb body. I manage to break free, though I didn't really want to. If I had it my way, I'd capture this moment in a bottle, treasuring it forever. But life doesn't work that way, now does it?

No matter how "happy" I am, there's always a sliver of me left feeling insecure. Sure, i pile on the sarcasm and add a dash of wit, but for a full year now I've been left feeling I wasn't pretty, or good enough. My brain is so fried, I can't even share this moment with Niall.

"Sing for me!" he shouts, flashing that award winning smile. "I've done it once, don't think I'll do it again!" i throw one of Lexi's pillow's at his head. He topples of the couch, making the worst fake cry I've heard in years.

"I.......I...I think it's broken.." he whimpers, making his arm limp. I flick it to the side. "Hey, that hurt!" he chucks the pillow back my way. Not so broken now, are we?

A/N i wanted to add in more about the other relationships going on, sorry for the shortness but the story must go on!!!!

Lexi:

"Harry, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop staring at my butt." i give him a playful smack on the cheek. "I was not!! I believe it was you who was staring at mine."' he plops down on my lap, making sure to put all his weight on me.

"Oh, that's how it is huh?" i gaggle my brows at him, and pin him to the seat of the car. He soon takes over my weight, and is now on top of me.

"Need...air!...." i whisper. Harry proceeds to sit on my legs and tickle my waist. "what? It's not like you need it to breathe or anything?" he tickles me more. I try to squirm and wiggle, attempting to make an escape.