Tangerine

Chapter 39

Soundtrack: Led Zeppelin - Tangerine

Dedication: harry (@Harry_Styles) this chapter is dedicated to harry because there is no one more fitting. i've basically fallen in love with him even more from writing this story, and getting to know his character from scarlet's point of view has been an experience that will stay with me forever. it's strange to believe that more than half of the characters in this book aren't real because i really feel as if they have minds of their own (they write the story, i'm just the translator) -- aside from harry and louis and the lads, this chapter is also dedicated to you. you drive me to write, and with every ounce of feedback, i gain another ounce of motivation. thank you for being here and always being lovely and if you made it to the end of this dedication, i love you even more. i really hope you enjoy this chapter x

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I don't wanna even say it.

But once again, I've started thinking about Louis.

It's nothing new but I can't control how gloomy I'm feeling. I still haven't even texted him but he's repeatedly been on and off my mind. Harry's been sweet about it though; dropping little jokes here and there to cheer me up whenever he figures I'm thinking too much.

We've had a relaxing day few days overall, aside from my nagging thoughts. Harry and I spent the afternoon singing and playing guitar for Anne and Robin today. The four of us were just fooling around and laughing and catching up and, on my part, really getting to know everyone.

Harry and I eventually managed to set up the old record player in his room. We've already played a few selections from his tasteful collection of vintage vinyl and have interestingly enough moved onto side two of Led Zeppelin's third album.

"Were you ever caught tugging yourself in here, or what?" I smirk, continuing our conversation about the kinds of things that have happened in Harry's bedroom when he was younger.

"Never caught," Harry points out, his face turning a light shade of pink, "but I did have to hide a boner under my sheets a few times."

"Nice one," I smirk cheekily. "Did you get a hard on with the sports bra girl?"

"You're not gonna let up on me with that one, are you?" Harry grins at me through his embarrassment.

"Nah, I don't think so," I wink.

"I don't think there was any action down by my pants," he chuckles lowly, "but I do remember she was pretty good with her mouth."

"Really..." I voice intriguingly. Harry simply winks in response, causing my lips to curl into a playful grin. "I'm a better kisser though, yeah?"

I watch as Harry's expression genuinely shifts from in control to off the road.

"I- don't remember," his voice drastically lowers after a long pause, emphasising every rough crack. But it's what he says next that makes my heart race. "Might need some refreshing."

My mouth becomes parched without me realising it, "With her, or me?" I swallow down my accelerating pulse. "Wait, don't answer that-" I cut myself off as my mind suddenly sparks up a new, experimental idea. "We're doing a survey."

"What are we doing?" Harry laughs, visibly bewildered by where I'm going with this.

"A survey," I repeat. "Who kissed who? How did it happen? Was there tongue?"

At this point, I'm sure Harry's laughter can be heard from all the way in the garden.

"I couldn't even say..." Harry beams, mumbling away. "It was years ago. I can barely remember how it happened," he pauses and looks at me before clearing his throat. "I never thought about her like I think about..."