Tangerine

Chapter 27

Soundtrack: AWOLNATION - Sail

Dedication: jay (@sublime_styles) this fanfic made us friends and now we're finally twitter mutuals what a journey lol i'm so glad you like tangerine and it blows my mind to think that i inspired you to write your own fanfic, thanks so much love, i can't wait for more of your feedback :)

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"I'm gonna wear my best heels tonight," Zayn flaunts himself around his large hotel suite. "Gonna get all pretty for Liam."

"You would," I chuckle, shaking my head at Zayn's ridiculous sense of humour.

I drag the stick of black eyeliner across the top of my left lid, fanning it out at the end to match my right. I take a step back and look at myself in the mirror before adding another touch of dark mascara to my lashes. I end up satisfied with my appearance; bleach blonde hair swept to the side, smokey black eyes and ruby red lips to match my attire.

I'm wearing a vintage-looking flapper style dress, shocking red in hue and tailored as if it was meant to fit my body like a glove. The dress is covered in sequins with small cap sleeves to top my shoulders.

I don't want to sound cocky, but I can't stop looking at myself.

"Red suits you, Scar," Zayn smiles, sitting on the corner of his suite bed to tie up his shoes. "The colour of envy."

I chuckle at that, "You've been drinking, haven't you?"

"Nope."

"You're sober?" I inquire.

"Sober as a squirrel."

"Weirdo," I smirk, rounding back to the mirror for another glance at my figure.

"Scarlet, come here so I can take a picture of you," Zayn says from behind me.

"Why do you want a picture of me?"

"So I can send it to Harry," Zayn smirks as he snaps a picture of me the second I turn around to face him.

"You're not sending shit to Harry!" I run back to Zayn, landing on the bed beside him and scrambling to get his phone from his grasp.

"Too late!" Zayn keeps one hand working on his mobile while the other one keeps me at a distance. "Sent."

"Fuck you! What did you do?" I pout, hitting the lad against his chest to make him show me his phone.

Zayn rolls his eyes, reluctantly handing me his device. At least it's not an unflattering picture. Actually, it's kind of nice. But the message that he sent along with it isn't as...

Well.

Zayn: Another one for ur wank bank xxx

"Why do you always have to insist that Harry and I are a thing, you fucker?" I roll my eyes jokingly.

"It's funny," Zayn chuckles, leaning back on his bed. "I like to tease you."

"He responded," I stare at the screen before the boy beside me even notices.

Harry: Thanks Zayn.

I look at Zayn skeptically, "You mentioned a wank bank and all he can say is thanks?"

"There's more," Zayn lowers his voice as another text gets sent to his phone. I peer over his shoulder to read what Harry said, my breath catching in my throat as I read his response.