Last First Kiss

Chapter 27

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Melina's P.O.V.

Blocked. Blocked. Why would he block my number? Maybe it was an accident? What the fυck? Yeah, of course it was an accident. He ACCIDENTALLY found my number and he ACCIDENTALLY clicked on block number and he ACCIDENTALLY tapped on 'Yes' after the 3 warnings he got when he wanted to block my number. Of course it was an accident! How could I be so stupid?! It's totally obvious!

Why did he block my number? It's not like I stalked him or anything. Did I do something wrong? Maybe I did something wrong during the weekend in Holmes Chapel. Oh, of course, I didn't do anything wrong in Holmes Chapel! He wouldn't have been so positive about everything if I had, now would he?

I decided to turn off the laptop as the robotic voice kept repeating the word 'blocked' inside my head. I leaned forward to bury my face in my hands, but as soon as my head hit my hands I felt the wet skin of my cheeks. Great. Now I'm crying too. I looked up to the screen to see it had turned black and reflected a messed up human being aka me. My eyes wandered over my broken reflection until they stopped at my neck. My bruised neck. The hickey Harry had left was still perfectly visible, though easy to cover up with my hair, that was now swiped over my other shoulder. Suddenly, my vision became blurry. I hadn't even realised I was crying that hard.

I quickly covered the hickey up with my hair, hoping it would help, which it didn't, and I walked into the living room, not wanting to be faced with a dreadful reflection of myself. I snuggled up in the corner of the couch, letting the tears cascade down my cheeks freely, and turned on the television for some distraction. The television didn't agree though, because guess what they were showing? That's right! One Direction! Oh, the joys of life! And as if that wasn't enough, they were also singing a break up song! Depressive song, whatever... A cover of Use Somebody was blasting through the house and my vision blurred again, not that it mattered, 'cause if there was one thing I didn't want to see, it would be One goddamn Direction.

God, can you ever escape from those boys? Jesus Christ, all they do is bother people with their annoying mood swings! Okay, that's not true, HARRY annoys ME with his mood swings. A pregnant woman would be more predictable for fυck's sake! But seriously, if someone is ever lovesick, like seriously lovesick, she (or maybe he, who knows?) would have to shut herself (or himself) off from the entire modern world in order to get over one of them.

I closed my eyes, hoping I could somehow escape from One Direction performing, but I didn't need my eyes to know who was singing

"I've been roaming around, always looking down is all I see" Harry's raspy voice filled the living room.

Aaaand let's welcome the tears...

Natalie's P.O.V.

"HONEY, I'M HOME!" I barged into the house, slamming the door closed, letting the entire neighborhood know that they're not rid of me yet

"Hi" I faintly heard Melina call from the living room. I frowned at her restrained response, but shook it off, thinking she was probably on her period or something

"What's for dinner?" I asked, curious to what delicacy Melina had made for us today

"Don't know. Just order pizza or something" Melina mumbled. I immediately dropped all my belongings and stood frozen in place. Order pizza? ORDER PIZZA?! What the fυck is wrong with her? She must be dying! She never lets me buy pizza! EVER! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, PLEASE DON'T BE DYING! I wouldn't be able to live without your cooking. I mean you.

I shook all of my thoughts off, rushing to the living room, ready to shout every four-letter word I know at her to hopefully get her to be her old kitchen-loving self again, when I stopped dead in my tracks with my mouth agape as I looked at a broken Melina with tear-stained cheeks and puffy red eyes. She was curled up in the corner of the couch, staring blankly forward with the television turned on. I took the remote and turned off the television, then sat on the couch, right in front of Melina. She didn't even flinch