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?”


4. Revelation


“Evan, c’mon,” Quinn pleaded, standing on the train station and holding her boyfriend’s hand. Their relationship was pretty new, only six months in, but they worked well together. Evan was tall, wore glasses, and was into football. It was how they’d met, actually, at a football game. “Come meet him! You’ll get on fine!”

Evan sighed and shook his head, detaching his hand from Quinn’s and folding his arms. “I don’t want to, okay? Not today,” he replied petulantly, pouting a little as his girlfriend stuck out her bottom lip and placed her hands on her hips. All Quinn had been thinking about had been getting Evan and Xavier in the same room; she knew they’d get on okay, but Evan always took a bit of convincing to do anything out of his normal routine.

“Aw,” Quinn replied, giving up the fight. This was the usual way, Evan would steadfastly refuse until she gave in and went along with his ideas. She didn’t mind though; relationships were all about compromise, and Quinn was nothing if not companionable. “You should come round, though. Mum and Dad would love to see you again.”

 Evan shrugged noncommittally, not locking himself into anything. If he kept his distance long enough, he knew Quinn would stop asking. “One day,” he said, avoiding any sort of agreement. Quinn’s face fell but she brightened back up as her train rolled in, leaning in to kiss him goodbye. Evan stood still and let her hold him. She backed off after a second or two, giving him a puzzled stare.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, gripping his arms and rubbing them slightly. He was acting moodier than usual- she was used to Evan being a bit touchy and sulky, but she couldn’t pinpoint anything that would make him that way. They’d had a pleasant day, walking around Barnsley, stopping off at the Parkway Cinema to see The Three Musketeers, having lunch at the Borough Market.

“Sure,” Evan replied, smiling faintly. “You’re gonna miss your train.”

Quinn bit her lip, a little unsure, but she turned as Evan gently nudged her towards the train and hopped on, finding a seat by the window so she could wave him off. As the train pulled away, all Quinn could see was the back of Evan’s head as he walked away, and she let her hand drop. What was his problem? He’d been pretty quiet all day, but Evan was always quiet, and she hadn’t been able to notice if anything was actually wrong. He’d seemed… bored.

Shrugging it off, Quinn put her feet up on the seat in front and zoned out for the half hour train ride home. She played a few games of Angry Birds, got fed up with losing, and switched to Jetpack Joyride. By time she’d had three goes at achieving her milestones, her stop was announced and she stood up, swaying in motion with the train, before leaping off and making her way home.

The moment she walked in the front door, winding her earphones around her iPod, Quinn could sense something was up. The house was lit up and everybody was sitting at the kitchen table- minus Ben, Tyson and Nadia, who had returned to their respective homes- without food or a board game. For a Saturday afternoon, it was not the normal routine in their household.

Quinn stood in the doorway, looking between her brother and her parents, before sliding into the seat that her father pushed out with a toe. “Is everything alright?” she asked, nervous. What the hell was going on? Xavier smirked; her parents shared a look that said a million things, and all three looked back at Quinn. They were all home on a Saturday, her parents’ conversation the night before, Evan’s bad mood; the first thing that popped into her head was that she was dying and she was the last to know.

“Quinn, I’ve got some news,” Xavier began, his hands folded in front of him. “Me and the boys, we’ve landed a really, really big job. It’s a huge deal… but it means we’re going away again.”

“But you just got back!” Quinn cried, outraged. She didn’t care how big the job was; it wasn’t fair!

“I know,” Xavier replied sheepishly, shrugging a little. “I couldn’t turn this down, though, Quinny. This job is the break we’ve been looking for.”

She folded her arms over her chest, pouting and throwing a small tantrum. “When are you leaving?” she asked through gritted teeth, not wanting to know anything else about the job. She told herself she didn’t care; but she was jealous, and missing him already, and wishing desperately that she was older, had more money in the bank, so she could go with him.

“Early December,” Xavier said quietly, trying desperately to hide a smile. Quinn seemed to pick up on his quiet amusement and scoffed, not impressed in the slightest. “We’re going on tour as the openers for-“

“I don’t care who for,” Quinn spat, unable to hold it in. “They’re a bunch of wankers for taking you away again.”

“Language,” Michelle cautioned. Quinn sniffed in derision.

Xavier’s grin spread across his face and he shook his head. “I don’t think you mean that.”

“Oh, I do,” Quinn muttered under her breath, arms across her chest. She was on the point of tears but desperate not to show them how upset she really was.

“Quinn, it’s One Direction,” Xavier revealed with his grin widening and a peel of giggles escaping his mouth as his sister’s mouth snapped closed and she pursed her lips, half shocked and half delighted. She felt a little regretful of the ‘wankers’ comment, and her interest was piqued just at the mention of those five boys. If Xavier was going on tour with them… oh God, did that mean she might get to meet them? What if Xavier brought them home? What if they-

“Honey, there’s more,” Ted broke in, having watched his children talk amongst themselves for a moment, and seen how quickly his daughter was lost in her thoughts. He caught Quinn’s eye and waited until he knew she was listening; she was a good girl, very responsible in how she handled herself in her daily life. She was a real young woman now, all grown up, and he knew that as much as it broke his heart it was time he let his daughter go. “Your mother and I-“

“Your father has convinced me,” Michelle interjected, her tone a little dark and sulky. She looked so much like Quinn that Ted couldn’t help but laugh and hold her hand atop the table. They looked at one another for a moment and silence reigned; Quinn’s curiosity was burning and she wanted to demand answers. She glanced at Xavier, who was leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. The star on his inner bicep was visible, so she assumed Michelle had gotten over it.

“Quinn,” Ted cleared his throat, recapturing her attention. “We’ve decided that, if you want to, you can go along as your brother's assistant. Call it our graduation gift to you.”

Quinn’s mouth dropped open. Ted grinned at her expression and Michelle welled up a little, while Xavier laughed aloud and choked as Quinn launched herself at him, knowing that he would have been talking to her parents for weeks just to convince them to consider letting her go.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

That night, with the details worked out and still spinning around in her head, Quinn pressed her pillow over her face and screamed with excitement. She was going on tour with her brother, and his band; the Scoundrels.

The Scoundrels were going on tour with One Direction

She was going on tour with One Direction.

Best. Day. Ever.

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