Tangerine

Chapter 38

Soundtrack: Peter Frampton - Do You Feel Like We Do

Dedication: sarah (@1DLittleWhiteLies) simple but beautiful, you're the best for leaving the comments you do and adding tangerine to your reading list and being into it more than i could ask for and basically thank you for everything :)

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The birds begin chirping at seven in the morning. I try to go back to sleep to finish the dream I was having, but it's impossible just listening to the cars pass by outside every now and again.

Harry is already gone and the rustled sheets to my side emphasize that fact. I want to lay with him again. I already miss him next to me. I'm so fucking drawn to him lately, it's the weirdest thing ever.

There's a note on the top of Harry's otherwise spotless dresser. I notice it as I'm changing out of my sleep attire. I read it with a smile plastered across my face, whether I realise it or not.

Morning, Scar ‒

Meet me in the kitchen when you're up.

‒ H .xx

The crosses at the end of Harry's note make my stomach flutter. His handwriting is so personal; so delicate. And it gets me thinking. While any other person would have chosen to text me or something similar, Harry chose to leave me a handwritten note.

As if that's not the most precious thing ever.

I skip down the staircase once I'm dressed in a loose-fitting Jim Morrison t-shirt and high-waisted jean shorts. I find Harry in his kitchen, just like he said, preparing some fruit for breakfast.

"Good morning," I voice, bumping into him playfully.

"Good morning," he mimics, bumping back into me, making me laugh. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"Really good, actually," I smile, picking out a piece from the fruit he's chopping. "How about you?"

"Same," Harry draws out the word endearingly. "I usually sleep naked at home, but I couldn't spoil everything on our first date," he winks.

First date.

"Right," I smirk, ignoring my accelerating pulse. "Wouldn't wanna get injured."

"What?" Harry furrows his brows in a chuckle.

"Louis said you've hit him round the head with your willy while he was sleeping a couple times-"

"Oh my god."

"-said it wrapped around his whole face," I go on, not even bothering to stifle my massive grin. "I'm surprised he didn't get whiplash."

Harry gapes at me comically, "Louis told you that, did he?"

"Oh, yeah," I gaze back at him, smirking through my closed lips.

Harry flashes me his gleaming smile, dazing me momentarily. The expression he gives me doesn't allow for any words to leave my mouth. His eyes are so perfectly green and fuck, if I didn't have a crush on him before, I definitely do now.

"Oh," Harry pipes up, going back to chopping his strawberries, "I almost forgot!"

"What's up?"

"You were still asleep when I got out of bed today but I looked at you for a second and- I dunno, it just came to me," Harry smirks, setting his knife down momentarily. "This one's pretty good. I think I'm gonna tell it on stage in Mexico," he raises his eyebrows, awaiting my anticipation.