Tangerine

Chapter 99

Soundtrack: Sticky Fingers - These Girls

Dedication: may (britewhite) well, of course, this dedication goes to you! i don't think i could explain how pleased i am to have you on board. thank you so much for being into tangerine, for considering the story and its characters as original and even unique, and for growing so attached to the boys themselves in such a short amount of time! your words have been so kind and above all, i think it's fantastic that you've found a centric character you can finally relate to. that's honestly so great. it makes me feel like i've accomplished at least something lol! as i've said before, one direction fan for long or not, i'll always be driven to write tangerine for people like you :) thanks, may, much love x

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The thing about dabs is that an inch of substance will give you a mile of high.

A clean, clear, intense weed high.

By the time the upstairs bathroom comes into view, my cheeks have lifted into a permanent smile and I've slowly melted into a blissful state, in awe of everything. I watch my hand skim over cool metal as I let go of the curved railing at the top of the staircase. I go to the toilet first, sit there for a while and let myself relax.

Wow, I'm so high.

Wow, my pee is so warm.

I use the idle moment to check my phone and see that I have a couple of text messages from Harry, from an hour ago, shortly after he left, because of course I do.

Harry: Maybe we can continue that later.

Harry: .xxx

I subconsciously clench and my pee stops. I'm fucking aroused. For a moment, I'd almost forgotten what he was referring to.

Then, there's Zayn's voice: "Ever thought of threesomes?"

I stare across at the white wood frame of the vanity, letting it become hazy with my loosening focus. I continue peeing. Threesomes. Not anyone specific. I begin thinking about the dinner I had last night, how Elijah farted in Pete's bunk yesterday afternoon, Mitch's story about that old dog he had back in the eighties. Threesomes.

I almost contemplate full on ringing Harry to talk to him, but I know he's probably in the middle of his charity event right now, so instead I text him back.

Me: Harry. Listen, I'm really baked right now.

My thumbs hover over my screen, I blink twice and squint, it's just so bright.

Me: You would know a lot about that.

Me: You used to be a baker.

I'm about to go ahead and lock my phone, but Harry's responses come in before my finger can reach the button.

Harry: Hahaha.

Harry: Yes, love.

Harry: I am an expert on buns.

Bloody hell.

That laugh. I can picture him doing it now, a smile likely on his lips, thumbs darting back and forth over his screen while he waits for his next cue. Hahaha. It feels so un-Harry. I always expected Harry to be the person to type a complete 'Ha-Ha' or something. Or something.