Tangerine

Chapter 13

Soundtrack: Booker T. & the M.G.'s (1962)

Dedication: Alyssa — Thank you so much for following me and being a lovely person. Your comments are always among my favourites and I really feel you with the whole Scarlet/Harry sexual tension thing... it drives me mad, too ;) — Jen

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Zayn's flick of the lighter gets us started. He leans against the bathroom wall, cupping the flame as he lights the spliff rested in his between his lips. One more shallow hit, then he holds it out to me.

I reach out, accepting it with a laugh. "That's a fat joint."

"Oi," Louis shouts, sitting on the countertop once more. "I thought I was your second."

"Scarlet's on my left," Zayn reasons through his light haze. "It's only fair."

"Yeah, Louis," I smirk at the lad. "Wait your turn."

Louis raises an eyebrow at me, turning to Zayn. "What's this waiting thing she's talking about, man?"

My smirk lingers on my face as I reposition the joint between my fingers. I watch, entertained, as Zayn rolls his eyes at his bandmate.

"Wait? Never heard of it," Louis chuckles, amused at his own joke. "I'm an impatient little shit."

I'm practically beaming as I raise the spliff to my lips, still lit. I take a deep pull, gradually feeling a fiery fullness grace my lungs. I hold the smoke in, not letting it escape even through my nose, until I willingly part my lips, slowly letting the smoke filter into the moist room.

A much needed calm floods my head as I sit on the closed toilet seat. I take another small hit as Zayn did, before handing the spliff to Louis.

Louis.

I'm getting high with Louis.

Casually, the older lad places the joint to his lips and sucks in deeply, his thin cheeks hollowing. Slowly, he tilts his head back and wisps of smoke gently filter past his nose and lips, creating a glowing haze around his silhouette.

My lips attempt to move, but I can barely form words, the trance he has me under is so intense.

Louis gazes down at me from his place on the countertop, smoke curling past his thin lips. "Like what you see?"

What comes on as a head-rush radiates through my entire body. The hot steam from the shower is keeping the air perfectly moist and I'm flushed.

Louis' blue eyes pierce through me, not yet glazed over from the weed. His wet tongue distracts me, darting out of his mouth to lick across his wet lips. Pink lips.

I censor myself with a simple: "Looking good, Tommo."

Louis grins smugly at my faded expression. His chuckle is husky. "Yeah, you like it."

A shiver ripples through my body and chest as Louis passes the joint to Zayn. I feel the sensation despite the hot, humid room.

We send the spliff for another pass around the circle.

Then another.

"Fuck, the rules!" Zayn exclaims, nearly dropping the spliff from his mouth.

"There are rules?" I ask.

"Before we get too fucked up-"

"We're getting fucked up?"

"-we need to lay down some rules."