Tangerine

Chapter 64

Soundtrack: One Direction - Midnight Memories

Dedication: sapphire (@sapphirescars) hiii lovely, i'm very happy that you started reading tangerine and the fact that you were into it even before you had a wattpad account is way cool :) thanks for the positive feedback, i hope you like the update x

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Once Harry and I arrived at the Rogers Centre after our sunny day out, we met up with the rest of the lads in the backstage dressing rooms. We actually have a chance to relax before our first Toronto show, fancy that. I can speak for the lot of us when I say we're gaining some much needed down time.

It's the first time Louis has really seen my hair since Louise made me over the other day. My hair was tied up for our last soundcheck in Pittsburgh, so Louis didn't really get to see my new locks, aside from my freshly bleached roots. I may or may not have shown off a little when I first arrived backstage today ‒ being just a tad smug in the way I voiced over the conversation Louis was having with Keith ‒ but it was all with good intent.

I knew he liked it.

I could tell by the amount of times he said wow and nothing else.

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"...put walnuts in our shoes," I catch the end of Liam's sentence as I grab a water bottle from the dressing room table.

"What?!" I rest on the couch next to the lad.

"One time, a few years back, everyone in our live band put walnuts in our shoes," Harry smirks across at me slowly.

"That wasn't as bad as the time you put lemons on my brand new trainers, ya jerk!" Niall throws a peanut at Zayn, who quickly deflects it and laughs out loud.

"Not actual lemons," Zayn clarifies, clearly amused. "Lemon juice."

"Same thing!" Niall scoffs.

"It was pretty bad," Liam confides in me, hiding his smile. "Niall flipped."

"Damn right, I did!" Niall yells hilariously, making Liam jump at his sudden outburst. "They were ruined!"

"Are you quite over it?" I cheekily mock the Irish lad, whose groan only turns into an eye-rolling laugh.

"Are we talking about the service station?!" Louis' high voice comes from the doorway. He returns from the loo rather excitedly, plopping down right next to his flustered bandmate.

"Oh, no," Niall buries his face in his hands and tugs on his fringe, "not that again."

"Okay, now you have to tell me!" I look around expectantly at the four others.

"With pleasure!" Louis grins in the cutest way, giving the blond lad's shoulder a rough squeeze and shake.

"It was when we were travelling," Liam says, "for the first album, I think?"

"Yeah," Harry nods for him to go on.

"Well, we stopped at a service station," Liam tells me, "you know, for snacks and whatever else... and when we were inside, I got behind Niall and pulled down his trousers right in front of everyone!"

Liam bursts out laughing, as do the rest of us; both at the story and at Niall's bittersweet embarrassment. Niall's head raises and his expression softens, however, when a certain pierced, pink-haired young lady enters the room with security by her side.