Last First Kiss

Chapter 17

Melina's P.O.V.

I gagged as I felt Carter's lips trace down my neck. I placed my hands on his chest and gave him a firm push, making him stumble back as he groaned. I stood on my feet and wiped my neck covered in saliva with my hand

"Get the hell out of here!" I snapped

"I'm sorry, love. That's not on the program" Carter pretty much growled. He walked closer to me, scaring me, but I couldn't show him that

"Carter, I can already get you on harassment. Let's not take it any further, shall we?" I said, my voice steady

"Like they would believe you! They'll see you as nothing more than an Italian whσre, and I am simply an exemplary British citizen" he mocked. I opened my mouth to say something, closed it, but then made up my mind and opened it again to start screaming. Immediately my screams were muffled my Carter's lips on mine, his tongue having full access to my mouth. Disgusted of his saliva that tasted like alcohol in my mouth, I bit his tongue harshly, welcoming the taste of blood in my mouth.

Carter flinched, then brought his hand to my throat. He started squeezing, my eyes widening at the realisation of the lack of oxygen I was soon going to have. Carter smiled into my lips and once again I tried pushing him away. This time he was prepared though, so he came back ten times stronger, pushing me against the wall, adding extra pressure on my breasts and muffling my screams of pain with his lips. I smacked his cheek hard, causing his face to scrunch up in pain, but he quickly pinned my hands to the wall. I attempted to move my hips away, but I was pushed back into the wall, moaning in pain. Carter finally released my lips and started planting kisses along my jaw and neck

"Carter, get off of me" I groaned

Harry's P.O.V. (earlier that day)

After continuously searching through the channels for half an hour and not finding anything, I got out my phone to check the time. Brooke is really late. I shrugged it off, since I actually didn't mind and went on twitter. I scrolled through my notifications until I found a familiar name that made my heart flutter.

@Meli_na: @Harry_Styles and when am I going to meet this amazing girlfriend of yours? ;)

I could almost hear the sarcasm in her voice, if she had told me that in person. She posted the tweet half an hour ago. I looked at the responses to her tweet and found a lot of fans sending hate to Brooke. That could have been Melina... I shook my head and decided to check the trends to keep my mind occupied, but again twitter was no help

#teamMelina

#WeShipMarry

#GoToHellBrooke

Marry... Damn, it even sounded meant to be... GAH! Stop it, Harry! You can't think like that! I glance at the clock and dialed Brooke's number

"Hello?" Brooke picked up, panting heavily

"Brooke!" I heard some bloke say

"Hey, it's me" I said

"Oh, hi, Harry. Sorry I forgot to check caller ID" Brooke responded in her usual flirty tone

"Brooke, come back here" I heard the faint male voice whine

"Can you hang on a second?" Brooke asked and before I could even answer I heard shuffling on the other side

"Shυt up, you idiot! That's my boyfriend! He can't know you're here" I faintly heard Brooke hiss. She had probably tried to cover the microphone, but failed miserably. I could hear every word she said. She is cheating on me. I let it sink in, thinking that it would hurt me somehow. But nothing happened. I didn't feel hurt, betrayed, sad, angry... I actually felt kind of glad? Relieved?