Harry’s POV
I stood in the kitchen, staring at the door that Mellissa had walked out of seconds before. What did this all mean? She was so vague about it all that I didn’t know what to do. I could hear her and Niall whispering, so I snuck over to the door, pressing my ear against it gently, straining to hear.
“Does he know now?” Niall asked.
“No.”
“Melly!”
“Look, I can’t just say it anymore. I lost the courage.”
“How will he know then? I think he likes you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You’re right, I don’t. I have this strong feeling. Why wouldn’t he like you?”
“I don’t know, maybe because I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, funny enough, skinny enough. Think about it Niall, he is Harry Styles. He can have any girl in the world.” I stumbled back from the door, leaning into the counter in shock. Mellissa liked me? Is that what she was saying? My breathing increased as I thought about is being together. The doorbell rang. “Harry, I think it’s the delivery man, do you want me to get it?” Mellissa’s voice rang. I gulped.
“N-no, I’ll get it.” I stuttered, shakily making my way out of the kitchen. I brushed past Mellissa, who looked worried. I paid the man and took the food, walking back to Mellissa and Niall.
“Well I’ll be leaving, see you later Mell, Harry.” Niall said with a nod, then left.
“Are you okay, Harry? You’re not looking too good.” Mellissa said worriedly.
“I’m okay.” She reached out, feeling my forehead.
“You feel warm.”
“I was standing by the oven.”
“Still, I want you to take it easy, I don’t want you getting sick on me. Here, lay here on the sofa and I’ll go get a pillow and blanket and get the food ready. I’ll get you some meds too.”
“No, I don’t need meds, Melly, I’m fine, really.” Mellissa stopped, staring into my eyes inently.
“Whats the matter, Harry? You’re acting weird.”
“I’m fine.”
“Harry Edward Styles, I know when you are lying and you are right now. You tell me what is going on right this instant.” She demanded, fire in her eyes.
“I just heard something that Niall said.” Fear flashed behind her eyes for a moment but she quickly masked it and regained her composure.
“What?”
“Something that he was talking to you about.”
“What was it, Harry?”
“I don’t know, you’ll just have to find out.”
“Harold.”
“When it is time. The moment is ruined, perhaps when the moment is right again.”
“Harry do not mock me.” She snapped, irritated.
“Well, I’m just saying that now is not the time.”
“Whatever, Harry.” She stalked off into the kitchen. I followed behind her. She moodily dumped her takeaway unceremoniously into a bowl. I stepped behind her, trapping her between the counter and my chest.
“What if I told you that it was a secret, but I think you would like it?” She turned her face from mine, sighing lightly. I moved my face to meet her eyes. “Mellissa, listen to me.”
