Tangerine

Chapter 25

Soundtrack: The Kinks - Tired of Waiting For You

Dedication: angelica (@Loneerblarg) thanks for commenting and looking forward to reading tangerine! i hope you're enjoying the story so far :)

FYI: You are now entering original / un-edited territory. Some parts of the plot may not line up with how the story has slightly changed. Enjoy :)

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"This one night when I was playing bongos on stage..."

"What a great way to start a story," Pete laughs, interrupting Elijah. He grabs a slice of pizza from the backstage refreshment table, going over to sit in a free chair.

One of the best things about performing in arenas ‒ other than obviously performing in arenas ‒ is that we are always supplied with fresh food before and after we go on stage. Right now, we've just finished our second Nottingham gig of the tour, playing a show to yet another sold-out crowd of roughly ten thousand people. Although it's only our second time back here this year, each show just keeps getting better and better.

"I was just gonna say, they had some signs for us in the audience a few weeks ago," Elijah continues. "I just can't remember where we were."

"Neither do I," Pete says with a mouthful of food. "Wanna hear what I do know?"

"What?"

"This pizza is better than an orgasm," Pete pointedly takes another huge bite, letting the cheese stretch obscenely from his mouth as he grins.

"Clearly you've not had any good dick."

I stare at the boy with wide eyes, "Elijah!"

"What!" Elijah laughs, knowing just what.

"No filter!" I scold.

"Never," he smiles devilishly, flicking on the flatscreen television suspended on the wall to watch various sports as the lads often do.

"Actually, you know what? I think it was Birmingham," Pete considers out loud, still working on his slice of pizza. "Or maybe it was Manchester. Either way, we'll be back again tomorrow and the day after."

"Feels like we're going in circles," I laugh, going to join Elijah on the sizeable couch.

"Hey, Scar, is this true?" Keith looks up at me from his mobile.

"What's up?" I ask, draping my arm comfortably around my drummer's shoulders.

"Harry has a girlfriend?"

"What? No," I chuckle, furrowing my brows.

"Says here that he does," Keith's gaze goes back to his phone.

"Is this another April Fools joke?" my amused expression begins to fade.

"That was so two weeks ago," Elijah hums, still engrossed in his sports.

"I don't think it's a joke," Keith continues. "It looks legit."

"Who is she?" I remove my arm from Elijah, turning around to frown at Keith.

"Search for yourself, I can't be bothered," Keith locks his phone and places it back in his pocket, then walks over to get some pizza for himself.

I pull out my own phone, going to Twitter right away and searching "harry styles girlfriend" to find out the actual truth about these rumours. That's what they are right now: rumours. Until they are proven otherwise, that is. I put all my attention on my phone as hundreds of results all come up at once; more continuing to update even as I'm scrolling through.