Tangerine

Chapter 94

Soundtrack: UB40 - Red Red Wine

Dedication: (caffeinatedream) hi mulan ;) thank you for reading so much of my book although i know you're mostly into ziam and gay smut :) i really do appreciate your support and i saw you in the watty's and thought that was so cool. keep on writing and stay great. much love, from me to you x

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I love how close my band and the boys have become.

We have a full day to ourselves tomorrow before jetting off to California the next day, so naturally, everyone is out tonight, partying together and generally being free.

Harry and I are the only ones who chose to stay back at the hotel. Not because we were tired. Not because we've had enough publicity for the day, which- okay, maybe that's a little bit of the reason, but that's not entirely it.

Apparently, Harry and I have come up to his suite to share a bottle of red wine and talk about the time he forgot what he wanted to buy at Tesco, so he bought a child's toothbrush because it could stick to the mirror.

Typical Styles.

I love talking with Harry. I really do. But right now, talking feels like stalling when we could be doing so much more.

There was no initial explicit plan to fuck.

However, there kind of was.

"And it was really cool," Harry swirls the deep red liquid around his clear wine glass. "They had these light-up ones. Sparkly ones with, like, a compartment of water in them. Different colours. Was gonna buy a Spiderman one for Lou, but I only had two pounds on me at the time!" he laughs heartily.

"Okay," I get up off the couch, setting my glass on the living room table.

"Where're you going?" Harry watches me turn toward the corridor.

I look back at the lad; still complacently sat on the couch, "It's called using the loo, Harry."

"Oh, right."

A smirk grows across my face as I make my way down the long corridor of Harry's suite. Once I've locked myself in the bathroom, I immediately begin stripping myself down.

This kid has no idea what's in store for him.

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I undress down to my bra and panties in the comfort of Harry's large ensuite bathroom. I walk back out into the living room once I'm down to my knickers, trying not to appear as smug as I feel. Without a single word, I casually sit in the same spot as I was before: right next to Harry on the couch.

"Er- I- um-" Harry's eyebrows draw together and his jaw clenches as he looks at me.

"Yeah," I smirk, coming off all nonchalant, like: yeah, this is happening.

"Holy shit," Harry breathes in sheer disbelief, hand frozen around his wine glass.

I'm just gonna say it.

The very moment I walked out here, I'm pretty sure Harry got immediately hard.

"I, erm..." I smile at Harry and how he's looking at me, "I was just in your bathroom. And it's very lovely. I was thinking maybe we could have a bath."

"We?"

"Yeah, we."

Harry seems to mull the thought over while his green eyes cut into mine. The corner of his mouth twitches and I can practically see that big brain of his coming up with something both cheesy and clever. Harry leans slowly into me and presses his lips to my cheek, of all places. Then, he moves his mouth to the shell of my ear and hotly whispers in a smirk, "Only if we're dirtier when we come out."