Tangerine

Chapter 67

Soundtrack: Terry Jacks - Seasons in the Sun

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"I feel left out," Harry repeats, "b'cause you and Ed have a bond over olives and I don't," he slurs dejectedly, making me want to reach up and pet his nose like the little kitten he is.

"Harry," Louis scoffs dryly, "that was ages ago."

"I'm still mad," Harry flips Louis off with his ring finger. I probably shouldn't be smiling up at the boy like he's the most endearing thing in the entire world but, well.

"Let's go ballroom fucking dancing," Louis hazily suggests with an eye-rolling smirk. "Maybe that'll solve it."

"Only if I get to lead," Harry grins, shaking his curls out just for show.

"Mhmm... We'll share it," Louis sends the lad a laboured wink. His gaze cuts through me for an extended moment, then he goes on to resume his boyish conversation with Niall.

Maybe Harry and Louis are okay.

Maybe they're not as jealous as I thought.

I wouldn't expect Louis to be less than fuming inside, considering the state of his best friend, furiously entering the patio just to snog me as a greeting in front of everyone. And even before that, having to accept the constant reminder of the two of us being together, while we were casually making out all over the place.

When it was just the two of us ‒ Louis and myself ‒ it was fine. Or, it seemed to be, until the drunken imbecile inside of me thought it would be a good idea to come on to him when he was rolling.

Louis and I both know that we're not allowed to be overly flirty with each other. We've also learned that whenever we get aroused, regardless of any rules, we'll end up not caring about not being allowed to be flirty with each other and find a way to get around our limitations.

However, it feels like the boundaries have been pushed a little too far on the other side of the coin this time. Even considering how often Louis' eyes were rolling over the public displays of myself and Harry, I really wasn't prepared for him to reject me so coldly.

He's been acting like an arse ever since; going on about big tịts and Victoria's Secret models in such an ugly, pompous fashion, to the point where even Niall has since dropped out of the conversation.

All the while, there's a sickening feeling inside of me that a good part of it is my fault.

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Three drinks later and I'm feeling light.

I'm trying not to think about how this is Naomi's last night with us, but I can't help it. It feels like there's a little raincloud following me around the party, no matter how much I try to ignore the weather.

She's been in a bothered mood, on and off, the unfortunate thing. Too many people have been the opposite of on her side. Too many idiots, too much alcohol.