Tangerine

Chapter 89

Soundtrack: Billy Joel - You Look So Good To Me

Dedication: bethany (BethanyShoemaker2) YOU are perfect! thank you so much for being as obsessed with tangerine as you are, i'm smiling just thinking about it :) i love your views on the scarlet-harry-louis love triangle and your cheeky plot suggestions in your comments. HOT. stay beautiful, here's an update for you! :)

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Harry and I walk through the sliding patio doors and sure enough, Zayn is outside.

After some convincing that Harry is actually telling the truth, that this isn't some elaborate scheme to prove how gullible he is, Zayn passes his half-smoked joint to Harry.

Harry coughs after one puff like before, but this time he hangs around. He waits with me as I enjoy a few tokes with the group, joining in on random conversations with the rest of the smokers as the weed goes around the circle.

Harry doesn't smoke any more weed than that. The mood has considerably lightened, however, since we came out here. Everyone seems to be much more calm, happy and open since we showed face, and I believe it has to do with the boy stood next to me.

Everyone loves Harry, they really do.

"Railing!" Harry taps me for my attention, nodding over to the front of the balcony. "Wanna go get some air?"

"We have air here," I tease him, knowing I'll go with him anyway.

"Yeah..." Harry considers, eyes wide, "pot air."

"Don't go all holy on me now, Harold!" I smirk, staring straight at him, without moving just yet.

Something flashes over Harry's eyes, caught in his thoughts, "You sound like Louis."

"I've heard you say that before," I look him up and down, pensively biting my lip.

Harry breathes in deeply at the sound of his own words from earlier this evening. He looks over to the railing, then back at me, "Come."

I follow Harry to a spot front and centre along the patio railing. Without hardly a pause, a number of yells and squeals emit from far below. The screams aren't quite as shrieking as earlier on, as I guess the fans have grown a bit comfortable, knowing we're all up here, partying all night, anyway. With that said, they're still just as intent and giddy that we're here, acknowledging them, when most of our time is spent inside.

I almost want to avoid thinking it, but I know they're only extra keen because they're watching me and Harry together.

We're a couple of discussion, however modest I am to admit it.

Harry playfully nudges me as we both lean over the railing, earning unexpected squeals from the fans below, "Schooled you today."

"You what?" I ask, curious already.

"Schooled you in pong," Harry smirks.

"You-! No. No, you were down four to two!"

"It's the effort that counts," Harry winks, tucking his hair back and making the fans scream again. "What about that last one? Louis' elbow."

"There was no elbow!" I laugh, dropping my head to my hands, thoroughly entertained.

"I dunno about that," Harry reasons, "he's pretty good at working his way around an excuse."

"If there was anyone's elbow it was mine," I assure the lad with an elated chuckle.

"Yours?" Harry repeats, putting on an inquisitive face. His acting is terrible. "This elbow?" Harry takes my arm, bending it at the joint and pretending to look it over.