Scoundrels (One Direction Fanfic)

. “What are we playing for?” Quinn asked.
“Fame, glory, bragging rights,” Niall listed, counting the items off on his fingers with a cheeky grin. Quinn rolled her eyes and shoved him lightly, prompting him to shove her back. “Loser buys the winner dinner?”

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14. Back on Tour

 

Back On Tour

The Harvey household was a flurry of activity for just the second day of the year. Xavier and Tyson were going to London to fetch their tour vans while Ben and Quinn had a few hours to kill before they’d all meet up in Bournemouth. Ben was, naturally, spending his free time with Nadia and Quinn wanted to go to Barnsley to find Evan. He’d called her, once, on Christmas afternoon and sounded a little drunk as he apologised for ignoring her and begged her to come see him.

She’d relented. She always did.

By nine in the morning, Quinn was on a train to Barnsley, idly bouncing her knee to the beat of Up All Night. She had never been so self-conscious riding the train as when a pair of teenage girls got on at the Sheffield stop, just half an hour into the journey. They didn’t approach, but they were whispering behind their hands and Quinn stopped her music in a subtle attempt to hear what they were saying. Did she have something on her face?

They were too far away to overhear and she grabbed her sunglasses from her bag, looking out the window a moment later as she restarted her music. One Thing played this time, and she sang along under her breath while bobbing her head. She loved this song, absolutely adored it. If she had to rank her preferences when it came to One Direction songs, One Thing would definitely be in her top four.

Her presence in One Direction’s life hadn’t unnoticed for long, especially as they’d all been photographed together following their Manchester shows. She’d barely had a day go by where she hadn’t heard from one of the boys- usually Harry or Niall called, the others texted. Quinn’s followers had blown up to just under three thousand, and each time she was tweeted at by Niall or Harry- the main offenders- her mentions grew, but she hadn’t yet had the spotted-in-the-street experience… until now.

As the Barnsley stop approached, Quinn stood up and passed the girls on her way to stand by the door and wait for it to open. “Hi, Quinn,” they said together, both grinning at her.

“Hey, angels,” she smiled, hurrying along and leaping out the moment she could. Her head was spinning slightly and she couldn’t stop grinning, her phone finding its way to her hand.

To: Nialler

I was just recognised on the train. Weird moment of the day :/

A few seconds later, she received a reply.

From: Nialler

And so it begins ;)

Slipping the device away, she continued through the station and out into the bright daylight. Evan hadn’t responded to any of her calls and Quinn had given up trying to warn him she was coming over; her stomach twisted inside her and, unbidden, the idea that he was hiding something floated into her mind. It pulled her mouth down in a little scowl and her feet moved a little faster, almost jogging through the streets now, only stopping when Evan’s front door came into sight.

She knocked and waited… knocked again. She could hear footsteps and then…

“Can I help you?” asked a tall, dark-haired Asian girl, dressed only in a long shirt and ripped tights. Quinn blinked for a moment, taking the stranger in from head to toe, and pushed the tears and suspicions away.

“Where’s Evan?” she asked, arms folded. The girl stepped aside as Evan came to the door, fully dressed and holding a piece of toast.

“Quinn,” he seemed surprised to see her, and his gaze kept flicking towards the strange girl and back again. “Hey, could you make me a sandwich?” he asked, and she gave Quinn the nastiest stare she could manage before nodding, trailing a hand over Evan’s shoulder, and walking for the kitchen. “She’s my cousin,” Evan blurted before Quinn could say a word.

She nodded, lips pursed. “Right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” Evan snapped back, instantly defensive.

“I’m starting to wonder,” Quinn replied sharply, managing to keep her voice low and her stance relatively casual.

Evan’s eyes narrowed and he stepped forward; she stepped back, holding one hand up and quirking an eyebrow in a very I-Dare-You gesture. He stopped and clearly thought about his choices, deciding to close the door behind him and lean against it. “She’s my adopted cousin. Her name is Kelly. She needs a place to crash so I’ve let her come here. I would never cheat on you, Quinn.”

She held his gaze for a moment or two, feeling herself relent as much as she hated the feeling of giving in. Evan was her first real, serious relationship; she didn’t want to let it go so easily. He seemed to spot the exact moment she caved and a genuine smile graced his features for the first time in weeks. He still gave her butterflies and she felt herself smiling back, kicking herself for ever doubting him. “Alright,” she said, letting him pull her in for a hug. But when she tried to kiss him, he turned his head so she caught his cheek. He’d always been shy about public displays of affection, and to make up for her distrust Quinn let it go.

“How long can you stay?” Evan asked, arms still around her waist.

Quinn dropped his gaze, knowing he wouldn’t like the answer. “Only for a bit. I’ve got to be in Bournemouth by tonight.” Evan’s scowl registered as another pang of guilt, and when he pulled her inside- Kelly was nowhere to be seen, and the kitchen looked like it hadn’t been touched.

“Of course,” Evan sneered, rolling his eyes. “You’ve got your precious secret life waiting.”

She bristled at the insult, her heart thudding wildly in her chest as she struggled to keep herself together. Her skin crawled with nerves at how fast his moods could change. She had the feeling, quite often actually, that Evan didn’t really want a relationship anymore; but just when she thought things had run their course, he’d do or say something to have her changing her mind. There was the idea, in the back of her mind, that he only stayed with her for the sex and not for any real affection.

“It’s not a secret, it’s all over the media,” she said coolly- the petty jibe unnecessary but effective- going to leave before things could deteriorate further. Evan’s mood swings were really starting to grind on her nerves; they’d been having problems since the decision to go had been made.

Evan didn’t say a word as she left, hurrying down the road with angry steps. She paced as she waited for the train, and fell into her seat with a muffled, furious sigh. Quietly, she hoped nobody would recognise her on the trip back home, because she wasn’t sure how well she could fake being okay.

Quinn’s smile only just started to return as she finally stepped off the train in Bournemouth and was met by Xavier, who led her to the hotel they were staying at for the next few days. The moment she stepped off on the third floor and heard an enthusiastic, Irish-accented greeting, Quinn’s heart leapt and she couldn’t even think about being upset anymore.

After being jostled about from Niall to Harry to Liam to Louis to Zayn- and back to Louis before Niall rescued her- and dragged into the nearest room for tea and Harry’s left over muffins… Quinn kind of felt like she was home.

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