Tangerine

Chapter 98

Soundtrack: Green Day - Longview

Dedication: morgan (TommosToms78) hey you! here's a little dedication to show you how much i appreciate having you as a reader. thank you for being so dedicated to reading tangerine, i love your enthusiasm and your comments are always so lovely :) i hope you enjoy this update! i also hope you smile while you're reading this, because i'm smiling right now :) thanks for being here, love x

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Silence.

The soft ka-thunk of Zayn's bag hits the floor.

"Hi, Zayn!" I chuckle, cringing. "Shit-!" I keep both hands over my chest, making sure nothing is showing.

"Zayn's early!" Louis sings, gripping onto my hips. "Fucking fantastic, Scar!"

"I- uh..." Zayn begins to back up, looking for the way out again. "I'll..."

"Hey, mate-!" Louis calls, waving the lad back into the room.

Zayn appears again with seemingly stoned eyes and a loose jaw, waiting for Louis' command.

"Zayn!" Louis grins successfully. "Mate, how do I get my penis to sit back down?"

Zayn scoffs a laugh, rolls his eyes, then rounds back into the foyer unseen.

I cover both of my breasts with one arm, tossing Louis a pillow for his crotch before climbing off of him. Laughing, Louis hands me my bra, helping me sort out my shirt situation as well as his own, while I relatch Harry's tactful job of undoing.

"I think you scared him, bugger," I smirk, tugging my shirt back over my waist.

Louis raises his eyebrows, zipping up his fly, and I just wait for it. "Well, I think this house needs a louder door." And yes! There he is, loud, brassy and opinionated as always.

"Can I come out now?" Zayn calls sarcastically from the foyer.

"Yeah, man," Louis chuckles. "Fuck," he shakes his head, laughing yet. Resting next to Louis on the couch, I watch as he gets up and quickly strides his way across the room, cupping his palm over himself to cover his crotch. "Gotta find those fucking lids anyway!" he shouts, darting upstairs.

Zayn reappears then, dragging his rucksack up from the hardwood floor. The thin, tattooed lad digs out a large metallic, cube-shaped tin from his belongings, then he rezips his bag and gently tosses it to an open armchair. Zayn makes himself comfortable beside me, placing his sticker-covered tin atop the living room table. "Hey."

"Hey, Zayn," I cross one leg over the other. I can hear Louis barking something awful out loud, probably to himself, from all the way upstairs. From the sounds of it, he's having a bit of a hard time searching for whatever he's looking for. Lids. A bit of a laughable hard time.

"Sorry I interrupted your... er..." Zayn begins.

I shake my head, chuckling softly, "Don't worry. Erm. What's in the tin?"

"What do you think's in the tin...?" Zayn huffs a smirk, leaning forward to wedge it open. He begins pulling out item after item, sorting a couple of bags of pot, a mini bong, a few lighters, an ashtray, a smaller Tupperware of food, some papers, more.

Holy shit. I might've been expecting a little alone time with Louis just a few moments ago, but Zayn interrupting us for the sake of getting high isn't the worst thing either.