Melina's P.O.V.
"Do you need help?" I asked Anne when I walked into the kitchen
"No, I'm good, thank you" Anne answered and smiled sweetly. I turned around to walk away, but realised I really didn't want to go back into the room with Harry and Gemma
"Are you sure? I'm a good help" I said while I spun around. Anne gave me a knowing look
"What did they do to you?" she asked. I shortly thought about it. Nothing, actually. Gemma gave me the perfect excuse to kiss Harry...
"Nothing, they're just not very enjoyable when they're in the same room" I spoke up
"It will get better. Gemma always tends to be a little bit more of a tease whenever Harry brings a girl" Anne promised "As for helping: I think I forgot to put the glasses on the table"
I smiled thankfully, opened the cupboard Anne was pointing at and got the glasses out. I walked out into the living room with my arms filled. Gemma was sitting relaxed on the couch, reading a magazine. Too relaxed. She is so planning on something. You can only tell by the way she's smiling
"Hey, you're our guest! You aren't supposed to be doing that!" Harry scared me out of my thoughts as he took the glasses from my hands. Gemma looked up from her magazine and her smug grin grew bigger as she saw us. Harry followed my gaze when he realised he didn't have my attention
"Gem, wipe that idiotic grin of your face. You look like a clown, you're scaring the girl" he warned Gemma
"I'm not scared of clowns" I said stupidly, then walked towards the table to set down the glasses
"You heard the girl, she's not afraid of clowns. I will smile whenever the hell I want to!" Gemma yelled at Harry
"Yeah, but you look stupid. Just thought I should let you know!" Harry shot back. A bitter chuckle left my lips as I reached the table. It was completely silent in the room as I placed the last glass on the table
"Melina, what's wrong?" Harry questioned
"Nothing, it's just exactly what my brother would have said" I smiled and rubbed my eye to get rid of the annoying tear that wanted to escape
"Right, just in Italian. How would it sound in Italian?" Harry smiled nervously
"Ho solo pensato che avrei dovuto farvi sapere" I responded
"Especially the hands are lovely" Gemma pointed out and I blushed
"NO! Now, she will stop making big gestures!" Harry yelled angrily
"So?"
"I like her big gestures!"
"Calm down, bad-boy" I wrapped my arms around Harry's waist and pulled him back
"Zayn's the bad-boy" Harry remarked
"For complaints, please proceed to costumers service" I said in a too happy voice. Gemma burst out laughing
"She reminds me of Sarah!" she laughed. I felt Harry stiffen under my arms
"Who's Sarah?" I asked without bothering
"She's Harry's ex-girlfriend. The one I caught him shαgging with" Gemma explained. So that's why he stiffened
"Was she good?" I looked at Harry. Well, more like the side of Harry's face, 'cause Harry was very focused on Gemma, whose jaw had dropped due to my question. Harry finally turned to me and smiled
"She would have been better if Gemma hadn't interrupted us" he answered, shortly glaring at Gemma. I turned my attention to Gemma
"Was she hot?" I questioned
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Last First Kiss
FanfictionWhen we slap someone, we do it out of anger. Anger means arguing. When a girl slaps a boy, they're in a fight. After a fight -a serious one- , you often break contact with that person. Makes sense, doesn't it? But when Melina slaps Harry, it's a com...
