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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13. Christmas Break

 

Christmas Break

Evan,

I’m so sorry for how I’ve been acting lately. I don’t know what’s gotten into me… I’m a horrible girlfriend, but I want to try and work us out… I really like you… please call me back.

Evan,

I know you’re angry but please. It’s been three days and nothing. I understand you’re angry, but can we please just talk? I can’t come home just yet… please don’t hate me forever.

Evan,

Is this your way of punishing me, by making me so tangled up in thoughts of you that I can’t do my job properly?

I’m coming home for Christmas and New Year’s. Do you want to see me or not?

Look, I get it. You’re pissed, and I totally deserve this. I’m coming home a day early, and I want to spend it with you. If you don’t want me around, just tell me. Stop all this. Stop making me wonder. Do you still want me?

It was Christmas Eve, around midnight. Quinn should have been asleep hours ago, and she wanted nothing more than to do so, but her mind wouldn’t quiet and her body buzzed with leftover adrenaline. It wasn’t the good kind either, but more the kind of adrenaline one got when they wanted to start a fight. She wanted one. She wanted Evan to rant and rave at her and let his feelings out; she wanted him to give her a place to start.

Damned if she was going to go crawling to him.

She recognised it for the bitchy move it was, but didn’t let herself feel too guilty for it. They’d fought before and it had always been Quinn busting herself to fix it. Despite how much she was to blame for this distance, it was his turn to try and patch things up. She sometimes felt that she was the only one trying to keep the relationship going, while Evan just drew further and further away.

The signs were there, telling her to just end it and cut the drama out.

Sighing, she flipped onto her back and stared up at the dark ceiling above her. There were little scraps of greenish light here and there, the reminders of a time when she was too scared to sleep in total darkness and her parents had stuck up a whole bunch of glow in the dark stars to keep her company. She’d grown up counting them until she was fifteen and her then-best-friend called her a baby for it. In a moment of weakness and hurt, Quinn had torn them all down and spent a sleepless week trying to condition herself to sleeping without them.

It worked, so long as she had nothing else on her mind. Nights when she was fixated on a problem had her tossing and turning and generally being grumpy all round when she woke up. Quinn didn’t want to be grumpy on Christmas. Didn’t want to have her issues with Evan ruin her time home with the family. Damned if he’d ruin her Christmas.

She jumped rather violently and cursed under her breath when her phone vibrated on the side table, the light sparking up and making the room stand out in vibrant black and white contrasts. Shadows danced on the walls as she yanked the phone into her hand and dove under the covers with it, pressing ‘answer’ without looking at who it was.

“Hello?”

“Quinn?” a tentative voice asked, the tone somewhat familiar but at the same time, foreign. Her brow furrowed and she rearranged herself so she was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her blankets tenting around her as they were propped up by her head. “I hope I didn’t wake you… I didn’t, did I?” asked the voice.

“Depends on who you are,” she replied quietly, keeping one eager ear out for footsteps. Her parents would likely still get up to put presents under the tree from ‘Santa’, despite neither child believing since Xavier had spilled the beans to a five-year-old Quinn. They still hid eggs at Easter too for a hunt, a tradition the family would likely never break.

The voice on the other end laughed. “It’s Harry,” he revealed and Quinn could’ve kicked herself for not recognising him at once. He only had one of the most recognisable voices in the band, to Quinn at least, as she had probably spent the most time talking to Harry. Despite the opinions to the contrary, he could talk bloody fast when he had to. “I’m sorry for calling so late. I was bored and just grabbed the phone, I didn’t even look at the time… yeah.”

Quinn giggled and stifled it with the back of her hand, trying to keep the noise down. Xavier was in his old room next door and her parents were on the other side of her; she might’ve been eighteen, but it was Christmas in the morning and she hardly wanted to be busted on the phone to a boy who was not her boyfriend at midnight. “It’s okay,” she murmured, playing with the hems of her shorts in the darkness. “Hang on,” she blurted quickly, realising something very important. “How’d you get my number? I don’t remember giving it out.”

Harry chuckled and she could picture the grin on his face. It made her miss him suddenly, in the sort of way that friends missed one another after they’d been apart for a while. “I asked Xavier before you left. Did you want me to have it?”

“Yeah,” Quinn smiled, shaking her head before she realised he couldn’t see her; “I didn’t want to ask first though.”

He groaned slightly. “Seriously? We were waiting for you to.”

“We?” she stopped picking at loose threads and held her breath slightly, a silly grin playing over her lips at the thought of the biggest boy band in the world waiting to get her number. She didn’t have quite so many fangirl moments now that she’d travelled with them for a week- she couldn’t help but become fast friends with all of the lads over their game nights. They couldn’t play teams with five people after all.

“We,” Harry confirmed, not saying another word on the subject. “Have you been on Twitter lately?” Quinn hummed something in the negative and quietly slipped out of her bed to grab her laptop, having a feeling that it might be useful to have nearby. “Ah, well…” Harry said, something clicking in the background. “You should see your followers.”

“Oh yeah?” she murmured, repositioning herself under the blankets and trying to get comfortable. As her computer booted up, she heard the grandfather clock in the downstairs hallway start to chime and counted them off aloud, Harry joining in from his end. At the stroke of twelve, the two of them chorused; “Merry Christmas!”

Harry laughed and Quinn had to bury her head in the pillows to stop herself following suit, hearing footsteps from the next room and muffled voices. She went completely silent, snapping her laptop shut and holding her pillow tightly over the phone, eyes closed as she feigned sleep. She could faintly hear Harry calling her name as her parents looked in, both of them spending little over thirty seconds that felt like thirty years just watching. Quinn tried not to twitch or breathe too deeply or blush, or they’d have her. She prayed they couldn’t hear Harry’s grainy voice on the phone… she was almost relieved when the line went dead and he hung up.

Finally, her parents left and her door thudded shut quietly. Instantly, Quinn was up again and checking Twitter.

@Harry_Styles Sorry for going quiet… parents almost busted me… cheers mate :)

She sent out a few Christmas wishes to her favourite people, nearly leaping five feet in the air when her phone buzzed again with incoming text messages. Five new ones, all sent at the same time. “Did they co-ordinate this?” she whispered aloud, grinning despite herself.

From: Harry

I gave the boys your number… you have to guess who’s who :) Merry Christmas from Cheshire!

To: Harry

My Christmas is complete /sarcasm.

From: Unknown#1

Merry Christmas… sorry if I woke you :p

Her brow furrowed, having no idea who the first was. It kind of sounded like Liam. They hadn’t signed their messages… of course. The only number she recognised was Harry’s, because she’d saved it during their phone call.

To: Unknown#1

Merry Christmas; I’m still awake, thanks to Harry… is this Liam?

From: Unknown#2

Vas happenin! Merry Christmas!

“Zayn,” Quinn whispered, grinning and saving his number.

To: Zayn

Merry Christmas mate :) See you on the third! Btw, if this were a game show, I’d be winning :D

From: Unknown#3

Merry Christmas; may you eat too much!

To: Unknown#3

Niall, I hope… Merry Christmas! I’m sharpening my football skills just for you :P

From: Uknown#4

WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP! IT. IS. CHRISTMAS.

To: Unknown#4

Tough luck honey, Harry woke me already ;) Merry Christmas, Louis!

Quinn put her phone down and closed her laptop, sliding it onto the floor beside her bed as she fell back on her pillow, a smile gracing her features as her eyes started drifting shut. Thank God for those boys; they always knew how to cheer her up.

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