Totally Wrecked: One Direction fanfic

Superman Underwear Never Looked This Cool

A/N So I've been having lots of ideas lately and need y'all's opinion

1. Should I enter my story into the watty awards?

2. I have another story written (Thanks to @AlexisPiperPuckett for reading it!) But it's a real tear jerker, so idk whether to upload it or not

3. Sadly this story is coming to an end (still unsure on exact # of chapters left) but have no fear, A SEQUEL IS COMING :)

4. To my dear friend Olivia (@ThatOlivia) IMMA SO SAD YO STORY ENDED FOO! GET TO WORKIN ON THAT SEQUEL!!

Tanks lovelies xx

There's no breeze. You'd think that after ripping your dress in front of a bunch of scumbag prisoners and your boyfriend, there'd at least be a breeze telling you where it ripped. But there's none. Not even a little bit.

It dawns on me that maybe the ripping sound wasn't what I thought it was. I could have swore.........

I feel my dress as I continue to slide. Nothing. No rip. Not even a little tear. But what was that noise?

It's as if all of my senses come back to me. The men are screaming, loud and garbled. I think of how I could have possibly tuned that out, and come up with no logical explanation. I slam my hands onto the ground, feeling a burn as I grind to a halt. Ah, oh god that stings. I look down at my knees and palms. Red, raw, numb skin pulses and throbs. I give one palm a small poke, and wince. Great, looks like I'm not going to be doing anything for a while.

I pivot on my bum.

Haha, I said bum.

My maturity level decreases by the minute, I swear.

Just pretend I didn't say that.

Harry's sliding too, I now realize. He has trousers on. The water makes him slide a heck of a lot faster than I was going. In my mind I picture a speeding bullet, heading at full speed towards me. I could practically here a ringing in my ears.

"Harry-"

"Lex watch out!"

But it's too late. All 5'10 and however much he weighs charges straight into me with such a force that I'm pressed up against the wall behind me. I hear a crackle as my back pops. I landed in an awkward position. Legs sprawled open (Thank God I had shorts on underneath my dress) and elbow pressed into the middle of Harry's back. His legs are spread over mine, and all I can see of his head is a mess of curls.

"Are you okay?" His voice is hard to hear because he's facing opposite from me.

"I'm fine, what about....."

My voice trails off. I had looked down to remove Harry's legs from mine when I notice the source of the ripping noise.

"Please don't laugh." He pleads. I have to bite my lip to prevent it though.

Trousers ripped right down the back, exposing his Superman boxers. Funny how this is exactly what he said in Video Diary 3 about pulling a girl with a knee slide and ripping his trousers. I doubt he actually wanted it to happen. Nothing can really prevent it now.

Small giggles form in my throat.

"You evil witch! You promised you wouldn't do it!"

"I didn't say one word! Maybe those Superman boxers are making you lose your mind Harold." I laugh.

"Hey, you can say what you want about me just don't hate on Clark Kent." His hands slide over his butt. I see an attempt to cover the tear, but it's no use. That thing was massive! (The tear, not his butt. That's Louis) The yellow logo still peeps out. I hear the inmates whispering to each other.