Green In The Morning And Blue Afternoon

Chapter 3

"Harry was in heaven. He had his feet propped up on Ed's lap while eating out of a container of grapes, the car windows were rolled down, letting Harry's long, brown locks blow against the cool wind, and him and his friends were all singing along to Nicki Minaj songs. What could be better?

"I hope the beach isn't too crowded," Zayn commented once "Truffle Butter" ended. "I hate crowds at beaches. Makes the whole experience awful."

"It's a public beach, Zayn," Liam cackled. "Of course there's going to be people."
"Especially since it's a good day," Harry added just as the beginning notes of "Pills 'n Potion" started up. "I'm sure we're not the only people who woke up and saw how great the weather was and decided to head to the beach."

"I'm with Harry on this," Louis said from the driver's seat, smiling at Harry through the rearview mirror. Harry gave him a private smile in return.

Since the night at Liam and Sophia's, there had been a subtle shift in their relationship. It solidified the fact that they were both in it for the long run, and that they weren't interested in other people. It also solidified the fact that Louis really didn't like Harry with other guys. He was clearly the possessive type and Harry wasn't going to lie and say it didn't turn him on. He also wasn't going to deny that he was a sicko for liking it so much.

The drive to Revere Beach was only about a half hour long, but they packed so much food in their cooler that they all started lounging right there in Louis' car. He was the only one out of them who had a car, and they all took advantage of that fact. It was a good thing Louis was so generous. Louis was so many wonderful things, really.

"Whatever," Zayn said. "I'm just going to be tanning the whole time. Maybe take a nap."

"You're already hot. No need to try and upstage us any more than you already have," Louis said.

Zayn ignored him and reached for the bag under Harry's feet, digging for the Doritos that he made them buy. Instead, when Zayn lifted his hand up, he was holding up Harry's navy blue underwear. Harry widened his eyes as Zayn brought it closer, frowning at the fabric."What the fuck is this?" Zayn asked, making a grossed out face. He glared at Louis. "And you want us to believe you're not fucking anyone? There is no way these are yours. Your ass is nowhere near as small as this."
"Fuck off," Louis mumbled, stealing worried glances over at Harry.

Harry, on the other hand, was frozen. He had no idea what he should do. Should he ignore Zayn or immediately grab his underwear back from him? It was definitely from the other night when he and Louis had sex in the car because Harry remembered going home and finding that he had no underwear on when he took his jeans off. Hopefully, there were no giveaways that it was actually his, otherwise he and Louis were surely going to be outed.

Zayn dangled the underwear on one finger, studying it, and then he pulled the tag out. "Wait a minute," Zayn said. "This is Harry's. It has his stupid initials on it."

Fuck. Harry forgot he always did that. Well, he wouldn't have had to if Zayn didn't always steal his underwears. Zayn was notorious for that because he never fucking did his laundry so he always stole Harry's clothes to try and make up for it. It was one of the cons of living with him.

"Why do you have Harry's underwear in your car?" Niall asked, looking at the two. He looked suspicious, and before any of them could let their thoughts wander, Harry spoke up.

"I had sex with someone in Louis' car," he blurted out.

Silence stretched between the six of them, and Harry could see the wild expression on Louis' face. Eventually they all started yelling at him, grossed out, and apparently disappointed that he would do something like this.