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

Drunk 5 year olds and home comings announcements.

"Higher!Higher!" Tom yells at me childishly. "I'm pushing as hard as I can Tom!" I shout in reply. He giggles like a three year old, "You said hard," He points. I think a few vodka shots has a bigger effect on Tom then it does on me. I step back, puffing, "Okay. That's it Tom, come on." I slow his swing for him to get off. Tom jumps off the swing and smiles up at me, "Are you fw-from tennesse?" He asks,speaking like a small child who had just lost his front teeth. "No?" I reply, half laughing half asking. "Cause you're the only ten I see," Tom laughs drunkly and hick ups. He claps himself, running off towards some magical figment of his drunken mind. He puts his arms out, spinning to the symphony playing in his head. I sit in the grass by Tom's guitar, watching his captivating drunk mischief. Tom comes swaying towards me, and I can see in his eyes that he is at peace now. He's gotten to that stage of being drunk where you admit everything that your heart wants to say, but your head doesn't.

He looks up at me, his eyes glistening, brimmed with drunkenness. "I hate life," He says simply, shaking his head. "I mean, if you care to much you're seen as obsessed but if you care not enough you're seen as, well as a totally useless twat," He scoffs, "And this world is so stuffed up! I mean you go to watch a movie, you get shot. Little kids got to school, they get shot. People go to run a marathon, they get bombed. What's the point off it all? Do our lifes even have a point? Or are we just meaningless creatures who live meaningless lives and die meaningless deaths," Tom rambles. I pat his back, trying to calm him. "Tom, your life isn't meaningless, you matter to me, you matter to dougie and danny and harry. You matter to so many people it isn't funny. If you died tomorrow we would all go into this mass wave of devistation. So don't you dare talk like that Tom," He props himself up onto his elbows before grabbing me and hugging me tightly. Tom smells like a mixture between grass and vodka. Tom doesn't smell like Tom. "Please never leave," Tom whispers in my ear. I scoff, not knowing what to say before Tom does something very unexpected.

He starts singing, "Oh baby please never leave, because you bring out the best in me. You're the only beauty that I see and girl, you set my spirit free. So please, never leave me, or I will sink to the bottom of the sea with misery," He seranades sweetly. The moon reflects its wonder into Tom's vulnerable eyes. I lean down slowly, before resting my head on his shoulder and wraping my short arms around his torso, absorbing his warmth. Tom's breathe is heavy as it fans my face. He's asleep. The drunk bastard fell asleep!? And I soon start to do the same. The darkness begins to devour me and I soon am engulfed by its comfort.

MONIQUE'S P.O.V-

"Honestly Haz, I have no idea where she is. We dropped her and Tallan off at the Mcfly building and then we left, we haven't heard from here since," Harry groans in frustration over the phone. "Okay babe just make sure she's at home tomorrow in the condition she was in when we left okay? Niall's been really pissed off ever since that Tom Fletcher thing and seeing her tomorrow like she was will help him,"Harry explains. "Yeah, yeah I've got it Harry, she hasn't changed since you left, We'll make sure she's back by the time you boys get here and ready for Niall. Okay?" I answer in the same tone as Harry. He chuckles "Cheeky babe, cheeky. Okay got to go, see you all tomorrow at 1," Harry punctuates the word all, and hangs up. I lied in that phone call, I haven't got it at all. I have no idea where Clapton even is and I have no idea how to get her home and ready by tomorrow afternoon. I'll sleep on it. I'll look for her first thing in the morning, I mean surely Tallan might know where she is? Hopefully.

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Tallan's P.O.V-

"Umm, Hi Monique, it's nice of you to drop in," I smile at Monique standing in my doorway. "I'm sorry to show up unannounced," She apologises, "But I was hoping that Clapton might still be here?" She looks nervous, biting her lip and playing with her hair. I'm not sure why she'd need Clapton at 9:38 a.m anyway. "No, she's not here sorry. Though last time I heard she was with Tom, they went out for the day. " I shrug. Dougie slugs out of the bedroom and into clear view of Monique, who can now clearly see Dougie in his boxers. "Dougie put some clothes on!" I snap at him. "Why? You know you like it," Dougie teases. I point him to the room and he disappears. "Do you have any idea where they could be?" Monique asks, a look of concern in her eyes.I shake my head, "Tom's a bit difficult like that, you never know where he'll be," I try to explain Tom's spontainiestness (A/N-not a word) to Monique. Dougie walks back in, "Tom's home!" He exclaims. I raise an eyebrow at him, and how would you know that?" I question. "I heard him in the hall,"Dougie poked his toungue at me. I give him the finger before getting up to go to Tom with Monique. He opens the door and honestly he looks smashed. His hair is untamed and everywhere, his clothes crumpled and his eyes dead and shallow. "Someone got smashed," I poke. He grunts and replies, "What you want?" I shake my head seeing Clapton on the couch, looking as lively as always. Monique rushes towards her, engulfing her in a hug. "We need to go," she says, "The boys will be over in 3 hours," She grabs Clapton's hand, tugging her out of the room. They leave and we here Clapton yell "See you Tom!Maybe next time I'll get you high?!" She laughs and walks down the hall.