Last First Kiss

Chapter 22

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE IN THE END! I WILL NOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR TEMPORARY DEPRESSION IF YOU DON'T READ IT!

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Melina's P.O.V.

"Are you sure they're gonna like me?" I asked one last time looking Harry in the eye. We were sitting in his car in front of his house and I had suddenly grown immensely nervous. What if they don't like me? What if they don't want Harry to hang out with me any more? What if-

"Yes, I am absolutely positive. Come!" Harry interrupted my very negative thoughts and smiled before stepping out of the car. I sighed deeply and reached for the handle to open the door, but Harry beat me to it and opened my door for me, smiling cheekily

"Aw... Who knew you could be a gentleman?" I winked and returned the cheeky smile

"Yeah, I've got many qualities no-one knows about" Harry played along closing the door behind me then took my hand and we slowly walked to the house's front door

"But what if they don't like me?" I returned to my anxious stage as we neared the front door

"That would be their loss" Harry said, annoyance slightly audible in his voice

"I'm sorry, I'm just-"

"Very nervous, I know. Now, relax, they already love you, okay?" he calmed me down for what seemed the millionth time this day

"Okay" I breathed, eyeing the ground. I looked up and gave him a reassuring smile before following behind him. He rang the bell and I started softly biting the inside of my lip and fumbling with my fingers. Harry noticed and took my hand, squeezed it softly, encouraging me, and smiled faintly. A small smile tugged on my lips and I finally felt less anxious about meeting his family.

Suddenly, the door shut open and Anne walked out. Wow. She's gorgeous.

"You're here! Finally" she exclaimed and wrapped Harry into a hug

"Yeah, we left late because someone didn't want to wake up early" Harry glared my way "And we stopped to get lunch because someone was starving"

"Hey! I can't help it I'm not a morning person and that my stomach requests food after several hours!" I complained "Besides, I can assure you you wouldn't want me in your car in the morning"

Anne laughed at us, then turned to me and stuck out her hand

"You must be Melina. I'm Anne" she smiled brightly at me. I looked down at her hand, then ignored it and engulfed her in a hug, kissing her cheeks

"Nice to meet you"

"Same to you" Anne said startled

"Oh, I don't shake hands. No-one does in Italy" I explained

"Of course, you're Italian! I completely forgot!" Anne apologised and motioned for us to come in. I saw her whisper something into her son's ear, who smiled, fully exposing his cute dimples

"Hey, you must be Melina. Harry's new girlfriend" a girl, who I guessed was his sister, drew my attention

"Shυt up, Gem" Harry said quite meanly

"I'm Gemma" she ignored Harry and stuck out her hand at me. Jeesh, what's with people sticking out hands?!

"Yeah, I think you have a wrong Melina though" I said, engulfing her in a hug as well and kissing her cheeks

"Er, why?"

"The kisses because I'm Italian, the wrong Melina because I'm not Harry's girlfriend. Unless someone forgot to tell me" I answered