Teenage Dirtbag ~Punk One Direction AU~

Chapter 5

|Fallon's P.O.V.|

All of sudden I'm hit with a bright light, making me scrunch my eyes closed tighter and sleepily groan in protest. When the light doesn't let up after a few moments, I snap my eyes open annoyingly. The stupid, bright light turns out to be the sun filtering in through a window directly at the end of my bed. The black blanket I had put up over my window was now un-hooked on the right side, making it fall towards the left side; letting the sun brighten up my room. I scrunch my eyebrows together, I never put a blanket over my window...

Wait. I sit up shakily in my bed, glancing around the room. The dark green carpet was littered with different pairs of shoes, skinny jeans, and random T-shirts. I look down the bed, noticing that it isn't actually my bed at all. I was currently sitting on a full sized futon bed with some dark red sheets barely hanging on to the edges. I take in a shaky breath, running my fingers through my hair as I try to gather my thoughts. This isn't my room. At all. I have no idea where I'm at. Fuck. I try racking my brain, thinking of the events of last night. But, it was mostly all fuzzy and the only thing I was doing was making my pounding headache worse.

A soft, breathy snore comes from my left and for the first time since I've woke up, I notice another body next to mine. The body was underneath the thick red duvet, covering their face. I was sleeping in someone else's bed and I have no idea who is next to me. How much did I fucking drink last night? The figure laying next to me suddenly yawns and sits up quickly, startling me. So, I do what I always do when I'm scared. I scream. The person next to me falls off the side of the bed, a string of curse words leaving their mouth loudly. Shit. I place my hand over my chest, trying to calm myself.

"What the actual fuck Fallon?!" The person mumbles, still lying on the dirty carpeted floor. I sigh in relief, I'd know that slightly high-pitched London accent anywhere.

I scramble from off the futon, going to help Dallas up off the floor. "Sorry. You scared me! I didn't even know who the fuck you we're." Dallas gets up, mumbling some incoherent things as she fixes her shirt. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion before looking down at my own body, which was clad in a big Vans hoodie and a pair of... boxers?

"Why the fuck am I wearing someone's boxers?!" I say, quite loudly. Dallas laughs and shrugs, she was wearing a pair of gray sweat pants that were too big and too long on her short legs and an over-sized band T-shirt I didn't recognize.

"Could ya girls please shut the fuck up, yeah?" An Irish accent rings from some where else in the mystery house. Niall. I huff, my head still aching and my throat felt dry and scratchy. I venture out of the messy bedroom, leaving Dallas who was looking around the room with a confused expression on her face. I reach the living room of the house, passing a snoring Zayn on the couch as I slug into the kitchen. I just need a glass of water and some Tylenol right now. The kitchen and living room were pretty much attached, so as I grab a plastic cup from one of the old wooden cabinets, I see Dallas flop onto the ratty couch and cuddle up to Zayn. Zayn groans but then notices that it's Dallas and pulls her closer, wrapping the small blanket around both of their bodies. I turn on the tap, filling up the cup before downing it all.

I look around the small, slightly messy house. I see the doorway to the bedroom I came from, a door next to that, which was opened and I could see it was a small bathroom, and another bedroom door to the right of the bathroom. The door to the bedroom on the right was closed, and knowing that neither Zayn or Dallas wouldn't be any help in my look for medication, I decide to open the bedroom door. As I peek through the sliver of opening, I see a small room similar to the one I woke up in. Messy floor, ugly green carpet, black blanket covering the window. The dark blue duvet was on the floor beside the futon bed. I yelp in surprise and smack my hands over both of my eyes and stumble away from the half open doorway, smacking my back into one for the hallway walls, making a lot more noise then I meant too. Well, my guess from earlier was right. I did hear Niall's voice. But Niall wasn't alone.