Teenage Dirtbag ~Punk One Direction AU~

Chapter 1

|Fallon's P.O.V|




"Dad, I'm gonna be out with Dallas." I shout as I thud down the stairs towards the living room.




"Alright, just don't be out too late." My dad mumbles from the kitchen table where he sits with his laptop, no doubt doing some kind of work from the hospital.




I pull my black snapback onto my head before grabbing my DC skateboard from the foyer and heading out the door, leaving it to bang behind me. As I approach the pavement, I roll my skateboard in front of me before hoping on, pushing off with my left foot and heading towards Dallas' apartment building. As I reach downtown London, my dad and I live in the outer suburbs, I turn a right to get onto Woodlawn. I slow down slightly as I pass by the more run-down houses and apartments then come to a stop in front of Dallas' apartment building. I pop my skateboard up and hold it next to me as I open the thick metal door of the building, it creaking in the process. I step into the foyer and head towards the metal stairs, the lights flickering above me. I reach the third floor and walk towards 3C, saying hi to Piper, the little girl in 3F, before knocking on Dallas' door. I hear the chain lock being undone before the door flies open, Dallas' little 14 year old brother, Ryan, standing there staring at me.




"Hey, Fallon. How's it going?" Ryan says, smirking as he leans up against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of him.




I just roll my eyes at Ryan's usual flirty behavior and ask, "Where's Dallas?"




Ryan opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by Dallas appearing and pushing him out of the doorway, "Mom! I'm leaving!" Dallas yells at her mom, who I could see was sitting on the couch watching Wheel Of Fortune with a cigarette between her lips. Her mom just waves slightly, too interested in her re-run episode.




"Let's go." Dallas mumbles as she grabs her worn skateboard from beside her door, and leads the way, slamming the door behind her.




As we reach the the outside of her apartment building, I ask her "Isn't Zayn coming?" Zayn lives just above Dallas' apartment, in 4C. Dallas and Zayn have been best friends since both of their parents moved into that shitty apartment buildings when they were still babies.




Dallas shakes her head, "He said he'd meet us there a little later." I nod my head before jumping onto my skateboard and pushing off, leading the way towards the skate park a few blocks away from Dallas' apartment. The skate park was a small, dirty thing that was built many years back, but it was still used and was a pretty popular hang out for the local teenagers. As we get to the broken fence that surrounded the skate park, I could see a few people either skating or on a BMX and a couple girls hanging out by the small, metal bleachers in the corner. Most of them all usuals, coming here almost everyday like Dallas and I. With the sun now almost completely set, I was surprised that there wasn't more people here. The skate park was always more fun at night because that's when the younger kids went home and more teenagers came out.




As I was getting ready to go to one of the ramps, Dallas grabs my arm and squints her eyes in the direction of the girls by the bleachers, "Is that Kelsey?" Dallas spats, acting as if the name itself gave her mouth a bad taste.




I snap my head towards where Dallas was glaring, immediately recognizing the blonde and black dyed hair. Kelsey Thompson. Kelsey and Dallas didn't exactly have the best of friendships. To be completely honest, I'm pretty sure Dallas wouldn't mind beating that girl to death. Back in Freshman year, Dallas caught her boyfriend of 6 months, Jared Price, in bed with Kelsey. You could say Dallas was more than pissed. Dallas immediately broke up with Jared, then Kelsey and her got into a fight the next day. Dallas would've beaten the shit out of Kelsey, but Kelsey, being the little bitch she is, pulled out a pocket knife on Dallas, cutting into her right arm, just below the shoulder. Almost 4 years later, Dallas still had a nasty, jagged scar on her arm.




"What the hell does that bitch think she's doing here?!" Dallas practically yells, burning her gaze towards Kelsey's head. If looks could kill...




"I don't know, but don't let her get to you. Come on," I pull Dallas' arm in the opposite direction of Kelsey, towards the rails, "let's skate."




Dallas mumbles something about cutting a bitch but agrees and puts down her skateboard, skating towards a low rail. I get on my skateboard, pushing off fast and skate towards a higher rail. I pop up into an Ollie, onto the rail and grind across. I land off the rail, my skateboard making a smacking sound against the worn asphalt.




"Good one, Fallon!" I hear a familiar voice call and I turn towards the entrance, where Zayn was just riding through on his black BMX bike. I smile and yell back, "Thanks Z!"




Zayn skids to a stop in front of me, leaving a slight tire mark on the pavement. He smirks, sitting on his bike seat while watching Dallas finishing her trick on the small railing. As Dallas comes to a stop in front of Zayn, she quickly pops her board up hard, making it sail forward towards Zayn, hitting him in the chest in such surprise that Zayn falls off his bike, landing with a thud on the ground. Dallas and I immediately break out into laughter, me laughing hardest. Zayn stands up, dusting of his skinny jeans and snatches his beanie from the ground before shoving it back onto his messy hair. He then just simply flips off Dallas, who in response says, "Love you too, Zaynie!"




Zayn readjust himself onto his bike seat again, clearing his throat before speaking, "Okay, so I was thinking," I quickly cut Zayn off, "Oh great, Zayn's thinking. That never leads to anything good."




Zayn continues as Dallas and I sit down on our boards in front of him, "Ha Ha. Anyway, I was gonna see if you guys wanted to meet my friends I've been telling you about?" I nod, indicating I remembered Zayn telling us about a group of guys he's been hanging out with.




I speak up, "Yeah, that'd be pretty cool." Dallas nods her head next to me, agreeing.




"Cool, okay, uh hold on." Zayn mumbles as he takes out his cell phone, tapping the touch screen before bringing it to his ear, and getting up from his bike. He walks a little away before I hear him say, "Hey, Haz. Whats up?"




What kind of name is Haz? I look over at Dallas who was currently picking at a scab on her left knee. Gross. I was wearing my favorite gray Converse hoodie, so I pull up my big hood and tuck all my hair inside before turning towards Dallas, who was still inspecting her knee.




"Hey, sexy lady." I say, lowering my voice and giving Dallas a fake sexy smirk. She raises an eyebrow and laughs slightly before calling me retarded.




I push my hood off and fix my hair as Zayn comes back towards us, ending his call. "They said they'll meet us here tomorrow night."




Dallas pipes up, "What are their names again?"




"Harry, Liam, Louis, and Niall."