Tangerine

Chapter 30

Soundtrack: Vanilla Fudge - You Keep Me Hanging On

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It takes a moment for me to register what is actually happening.

So it takes a moment for me to actually kiss him back.

The kitchen is completely silent aside from the distant chatter of the boys in the living room and the hot, frantic breaths being exchanged between Harry and myself.

Our mouths slide against each other's, hot, wet and messy, yet slow. Harry grabs onto my waist, grinding into me slightly; letting out a strained, silent moan against my lips. My hands find his hair as I pull him in and he kisses me deeper.

It's too much.

I want him too much.

I push him back. His pupils are dilated and his lips are pink and swollen. I doubt I look much different.

"Harry..." I voice in a hushed whisper, slightly panting; our faces still close. I'm unsure if I even said that.

Harry says nothing. He's still fixed on the moment with a stare that cuts right through me; his breaths short and shallow. I press my forehead against his. And there's nothing I can do but turn around, leaving him alone in the kitchen as I rejoin the boys in the living room.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

My legs wobble and my knees shake as I tread out of the kitchen. All I can think about is Harry. I feel like I'm floating rather than walking. I don't feel like I'm here. Really, I feel like I'm out of my own body, watching myself from above as I wring my hands together in anxiety.

I sit next to Louis on the couch, entirely shaken up. The lads have been so caught up in their own craic they barely noticed me or Harry leave. Louis is quick to pull me into himself the moment I return, having me rest against his torso as he slides an arm around my shoulders. The boys go on voicing nonsense about the difference between an orange and a tangerine while I sit uncomfortably in Louis' hold.

Until Harry returns from the kitchen.

I try hard not to stiffen up but my body fails me. I do my best to ignore him and pretend I'm preoccupied listening to the others but it's not really working. And then he finally speaks.

"Scarlet..." he breathes. My name sounds so different coming from his worn lips; the same lips that were against mine mere moments ago.

I look up from my seat, as do the boys.

And there's Harry standing by the kitchen doorway with two glasses in hand.

"You forgot your drink," he continues.

My stomach does a flip as I stand up, nearing Harry stiffly in front of the lads. I barely want to look him in the eye. I feel like I'm gonna throw up. I know I'm gonna throw up. There's something in me that feels a little like guilt, but I'm still turned on as fuck. I'm not entirely sure where my brain is but it's not entirely sure where I am either so there's that.

"Fix yer hair, mate!" Niall laughs out loud from behind us. "What ye been doin'? Makin' out with yerself in there?!"

Holy fucking shit. What fucking irony. If only he knew I was the cause.