Last First Kiss

Chapter 21

Natalie's P.O.V.

"LOVERBOY'S HERE!" I yelled as soon as I heard the bell, not caring whether Harry, who was standing in front of a -still- closed door, heard it or not

"Stop calling him that!" Melina complained as she walked out of her room with a backpack and a cream-colored handbag that matched her outfit. She was wearing a high-waisted floral skirt which she had matched with a white shirt, a red belt, a pair of coral heels and some gold accessories. Dαmn, she's so gorgeous, why can't I be that gorgeous?

"Let me think..." I responded, earning an irritated sigh from Melina as she already knew what my answer would be

"No" I stated. Melina rolled her eyes, but I did notice the smile she was trying to hide when she passed me to get the door

"You look quite good" Harry said surprised. Quite good? Quite good?! Are you fυcking kidding me?! She has 100% bαng-potential! And I'm a freaking girl! If she looks 'quite good', Nutella is some sort of nasty poison that burns your intestines and causes a slow, horrible and very painful death... It would be totally worth it, though. Nutella's awesome. Ugh, just take the freaking Italian goddess to your mommy, so they can start getting along well and discuss the names of your future -may I say, adorable- babies. I NEED to put my very -okay, maybe not very- sneaky plan that I call operation Find Out Why Harry Is Holding Back And Find Reasons For Them To Be Together into action. That's like a way too long name, maybe I should use an abbreviation... Operation F.O.W.H.I.H.B.A.F.R.F.T.T.B.T. Nahh, still to long, let's just call it operation Lovebirds.

"So, you're ready to go?" Harry shook me out of my thoughts. Man, I've got to stop wandering off. It's totally not healthy! Hmmm... How would pickles with fries taste? FOCUS, NATALIE, FOCUS!

"Wait, why two bags?" Harry asked, giving Melina a questioning look

"Because one is a handbag and the other one has my clothes" Melina explained, still getting a confused look from Harry "A handbag contains keys, make-up, passport, wallet, tampons, pills for period cramps..."

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Harry cut her off, then took Melina's backpack and headed to his car while Melina laughed at him

"I don't know what you're planning on doing when I'm gone, but please don't do anything stupid" Melina pointed at me

"Pfft, me? When do I ever do stupid things?" I badly covered my plans up

"I'm serious" Melina gave me a stern look

"Okay, I'll try not to set the kitchen on fire" I held my hands up in surrender, happy that my acting skills didn't decide to abandon me this time

"You better stay away from my kitchen or I will be killing you" Melina warned me, coming closer to wrap her arms around me. Her precious kitchen. Her oh-so-precious kitchen. Never do I get: 'Natalie, have fun while I'm gone!' NO, always: 'Don't you dare come close to my kitchen!' You know when girls complain about growing old all by themselves with 27 cats? Well, if there was any chance Melina would grow old all alone, she would grow old in the kitchen surrounded by 27 stuffed chickens! Her chicken is really good, though. And she's a great cook, so I'm not complaining. But, I mean come on! I'm not that terrible in the kitchen! Okay, that's absolutely not true, I'm the most dangerous person you can ever let into a kitchen. I could put a kitchen on fire if I was pouring milk in cereal for god's sake!

"You'll be killing me anyway" I muttered as I hugged her back tightly

"Not if you don't give me a reason to" she said

"I'll try, I'll try" I smiled

"Just, DON'T. Come near my kitchen" Melina said once more

"Yeah, yeah, not your kitchen! I swear, you're a kitchen addict! They should invent kitchen rehab just for you" I complained