Teenage Dirtbag, Baby.-A 1D/Mcfly fanfic.

Ink, Sing alongs and starbucks

We step out of the car, 'Jimmy's tatoo parlour' is written on a sign above a small store thing. I look at Tom nervously. Do I really want to do this? I mean once it's there it's not coming off, and is it going to hurt? Tom smiles at me assuringly, "You'll be fine, okay?" I smile sheepishly, and then a though comes to mind. "What am I going to get?" I stop walking and try to think of something. But nothing good comes to mind, all that I have is my little pony, transformers, sparrows and power rangers. Tom comes and wraps his musclar arm over my shoulder, giving me the sense that I'm not getting out of this. He smiles down on me, "Well you have two options. You can either have a tatoo that exists on your skin, a tatoo that's just there. Or, you can get a tatoo that lives on your skin, a tatoo that means something," He beams. I think about it, racking my brain for something inspirational, and then my mind drifts to my past. And that is where I get my inspiration. My past is inspirational, and I need to remember it. I decide on getting a rook, the bird that landed on my sister's headstone the day of her funeral, and on my wrist I will get the quote 'Stay in the sunlight' a wise lady told me that when I was in the instatude suffering from depression and anerexia, it helped me, so I decide to have to on me always.

"I've got it!" I exclame to Tom as we enter the parlour. He chuckles, "Go on," he edges. "I'm gonna get a rook on my shoulder blade and a quote on my wrist," I beam up at him. He returns my smile, "I was thinking of getting something too," He says. "What!What is it?" I shout enthusiasticlly at him. He laughs at me so I cross my arms over my chest and pout at him. "Okay, okay," He sighs, "I was thinking about getting the quote, 'Every artist was once an amateur' up my arm," I stand there with my mouth hanging. "That's a wonderful idea! Do it! Do it!" I jump up and down at the perfection of his quote. He smiles and nods as we are approached by a tall, thin man covered in tatoos. He smiles at us, "Tom mate, how are ya?" he asks. Tom chuckles "Hey Jimmy, I'm great thanks, and you mate?" Tom replies eagerly. "Good mate, good," Jimmy replies, "Who's your little lady friend?" He asks, nodding towards me. I stick me hand out, "I'm Clapton, it's nice to meet you," I smile up at him. He opens his mouth to reply but is cut off by a scream. "Jimmy!?" The voice yells, "Jimmy can I get a hand please?" The strangly recoginsable voice rings. I look at Tom, scared about why the scream could have come. Did something go wrong?! Tom pats my back in assurance. Jimmy smiles at us and goes out the back to where the scream and yells came from. We hear him mutter, "I'll deal with this. You go deal with our customers charz," Tom smiles in excitement when another male walks in, this one younger, early twenties. Charlie. He looks up and sees me, "Well hello there shorty," He laughs. "Shut up Charlie," I jokingly reply. Tom looks at Charlie in confusion. I cut in "I shared at taxi with Charlie once," I lie. I turn to Charlie and give him a look that says 'just go with it.' He laughs, "Yeah and you ended up sitting on my lap," Charlie smirks, making the best of the moment. I shoot him a death glare and then smile at Tom.

"Okay, so what can I do for the pair of you?" Charlie asks, getting down to business. "We need to get the little one inked," Tom beams. Charlei chuckles and asks, "What about you mate? You getting any more work done?" Tom nods, "Yeah mate, me too," Jimmy walks in and orders Charlie out. "Okay, so who's getting what and where is it going?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows at us. We laugh and I pipe in "I'm getting a silohette of a rook on my left shoulder blade and a quote on my wrist," I smile at him, and then Tom pipes in, "And I'm getting a quote up my right arm," He smiles like me. Jimmy asks for our quotes and we pick a font, ending with Tom and I having the same messy font for our quotes. We sit down in chairs next to eachother, getting our quotes first. Charlie is doing Tom's quote while Jimmy is going to do mine. Jimmy is getting ready to put the needle to my skin so I watch Charlie as he lowers the needle down to Tom's arm. Tom looks over and smiles at me, I can see the anticipation building in his eyes. Charlie lowers the needle and it connects with Tom's skin, "Ahhhh! My skin! It burns! No!" Tom yells. I jump up quickly, "Stop Charlie! Your hurting him!" I yell. Tom opens his eyes and looks at me, laughing hystericlly. "Y-you really though it would hurt that much!haha, your face!" he laughs, pointing at me in amusement with his spare arm. I pout at him and do what I do best, fake cry. I wipe some of the fake tears away with my thumb and sob to him, "I-I thought he was hurting you, and I don't want anyone to hurt you Tom," I pretend to sob and look into his eyes desperatly, pretending to be scared and worried. His face quickly turns from amusement to guilt and he sticks out his free hand for me to hold. I take his hand and he rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. "I'm sorry bub, it was only a joke, I would have never of dome it if I knew it would upset you. Damn it I hate seeing you upset!" Tom looks at me, the guilt building in his eyes. I quickly pull my hand away from his, faking discust. He looks at me with confusion and desperation. I poke my tongue out at him, "Revenge sucks, aye babe!" I cackle at him. His mouth drops, "Bitch," I hear him murmer. "Aww love you too," I spit. Jimmy breaks up our little play feud, "Okay, needles ready," He smiles, waving me over.

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"The rook hurts soo much Tom!" I exclaim to him while I lean forward in the seat, because if I rest against the seat my shoulder stings like 100 bees are attacking it. He just laughs at me and keeps his eyes on the road. I turn on his radio so we can listen to some music. We just catch the end of Stay by rihanna and then the next intro comes on, "And here's a new song from brit pop rock band mcfly," I giggle and Tom just looks at me unamused. I start singing along to the first verse, loving every word of it. And then I here it, the same voice but doubled over. Tom Fletcher's voice but one recorded and one coming from the seat next to me. I stop to listen to him but he tells me to sing with him, so I do, "If this is love, then love is easy, it's the easiest thing to do. If this is love, then love completes me, cause it feels like I've been missing you. A simple equasion, with no complications to leave you confused. If this is love, love, love ohh it's the easiest thing to do," We both laugh and then Tom turns to me, "It's getting late, want to grab some food and go to the park?" He looks at me eagerly. I nod and Tom pulls up at the next starbucks and walks in without any words. He walks in the door and then walks back out, remebering that he had no idea what I wanted. I wind down my window and yell at him, "A blueberry muffin and a coffee please!" he laughs and turns around, walking back into starbucks. I watch him as he waits in line, and god Tom figgits a lot. He couldn't stay still for more then 10 seconds, he was constantly playing with his shirt or running his hand through his hair. Tom acts like such a kid sometimes, he's just a big kid who can write incredible songs and has the voice of a god.

He walks back to the car and passes me the food before getting in and pulling out of the lot. While Tom pulls out of the lot I notice a white plastic bag resting at his feet. "What's in the bag?" I ask, full of interest. Tom turns his head slightly so I can see part of his face, "Tal told me you only drink red wine and straight vodka," He smiles cheekily. "True," I reply, "But if you're planning to get me drunk Tom, I will kill you," I threaten him. He laughs before pulling up on the side of a small street. "Come on, we're walking," Tom orders before grabbing the bag and getting out of the car and walking around to his boot. I get out with the starbucks to see Tom walking down the street with a bag of acholhal in one hand and a guitar in the other. I run to catch up with him, still trying to not spill the coffee. Tom turns to look at me and in that moment I wish I had a camera, or photographic memory or something to remember that image. The sun setting behind Tom, causeing the light to cascade around him. His sandy hair messy from his fiddling. His eyes bright and full of life, his smile full of life. An old worn guitar in one hand and the other arm covered in glad wrap from his tatoo and ghe bag of achohal. It was the perfect moment. I hault my running to take in how perfect Tom looks in that moment. He turns and in a second the moment is gone, and I follow after him.

We walk into a park and it's perfect, oak trees bordering the clearing, a set of swings and a slide on one edge, the rest of it just clearing. It's empty too, just Tom and I to fill this space. We sit and our night begins.