Last First Kiss

Chapter 20

Melina's P.O.V.

I woke up to a crashing sound in the middle of the night. What the fυck was that?! I sat up in my bed and listened carefully. When I didn't hear anything else, I relaxed, thinking it was the wind or something like that, and laid back down. Just when I had closed my eyes and started to feel all drowsy, I heard the crashing sound again. Okay, I'm being fυcking robbed and I am all alone. Just my luck! I quietly slipped out of my bed and slowly crept towards my door. I walked into the hallway to find the kitchen door ajar, the light of the kitchen illuminating the hallway. Why would a robber be in the kitchen? A knife, duh! Wait, should't a robber bring a knife by himself? He might be freshman. Maybe I'm lucky after all. Wait, how the hell can I be intimidating? To a fυcking robber? I decided that the best thing I could do would be startling him, so I slowly moved towards the kitchen and mentally prepared myself for death, if that is even possible. Okay, it's now or never. Never doesn't sound that bad... Ugh! Just suck it up and do it!

"Ha!" I yelled as I barged through the door, only to find a very startled Harry in nothing but his boxers "E. Hi. I meant hi"

"Hi" Harry's gaze shifted from me, to the door and back to me

"I- I- uh... tripped. I tripped" I made up and my cheeks heated up immediately

"You tripped? Over what?" Harry frowned

"Okay, I didn't trip. It was actually way more embarrassing so don't ask" I blurted out in one breath. Harry chuckled and grabbed his glass of water. I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and headed to the tap to fill it

"So, couldn't sleep either hm?" I asked

"No, I kind of felt alone. Is that my shirt?" Harry quickly changed the topic and I felt my cheeks heat up again as I averted my gaze to the ground

"Yeah. It's comfy" I looked up at Harry through my eyelashes and saw a smile tugging on his lips

"I know. So when am I getting it back?" he laughed

"After I've washed it"

"And how long is that going to take?"

"Long..." I muttered "Wait, you felt alone?"

Harry's turn to avert his gaze to the ground

"Why couldn't you sleep?" he reminded me of the crashing sounds I had been hearing

"What did you break?" I asked suspiciously. Harry turned a beautiful crimson color when he met my gaze for one second before looking back down again

"A glass"

"Just one glass?"

"I dropped it twice" he muttered and started fidgeting with his fingers

"You didn't get hurt, did you?" I asked and he met my gaze

"No, I'm fine" he said and shifted his gaze to the ground, then continued softly, hoping that I didn't hear him "Sort of"

"Sort of?" I questioned. His eyes widened and he looked me in the eyes "Does this have to do with that alone-feeling?"

"Hm"

"Why are you feeling alone, Harry? Is it because you used to sleep with Brooke?"

"No, I hated Brooke" he chuckled

"Then why did you date her?" I asked disbelievingly

"I don't know" he muttered

"What IS the reason you are feeling alone, Harry?"