Last First Kiss

Chapter 32

Melina's P.O.V.

I was adding the last touches to my risotto when I heard the bell ring. I decided to ignore it as I came to the conclusion that my risotto was a lot more important than the person at the door. Just as I finished my masterpiece, the person -who was seemingly very impatient- rang the bell again. I walked up to the door as fast as I could and quickly pulled it open, revealing two people that I really did not want to see at that moment. It took all I had in me not to slam the door closed in their faces and when I finally restrained myself from doing so, my eyes landed on Harry. Saying he looked like shιt would probably be quite an understatement.

He was wearing dirty sweatpants, which seemed too big as they hung too low on his waist, and a formless black shirt, though the black color had faded from being washed many times. His green orbs that always confidently stared into someone else's were now examining the doormat that read 'you read my doormat. That's enough social interaction for one day' and by the looks of it, he was clearly agreeing to that. And even though I knew it was his own fault that he was in this condition, I couldn't help but feel guilt tugging at my heart as I saw his fragile state. I guess Louis was right after all

After a while Harry's eyes shot up to meet mine, though I was too busy examining his posture and body language, so I noticed a bit too late. I sent him a rather weak smile, that was probably not even visible, and softly sniffed to identify the sudden stench that invaded my nostrils. I scrunched up my nose as I inhaled, realizing (again too late) that the stench actually radiated off Harry. Holy mother of Jesus, I didn't even know people could stink this much! I kept on wondering what the hell Harry did to gain that smell, or rather what he did not do, when Louis decided to push Harry inside, causing me to stumble under his weight as I was standing in the doorway. Once the both of us managed to regain our balance -awkwardly keeping distance from each other- Louis handed me the bags he was holding, as if I were some sort of maid or something, and turned to Harry, completely ignoring my existence

"Call me when you two have made up to come and pick you up" he stated, then spun around and closed the door, leaving me there gaping at the, by now, closed door

I placed the two bags next to the door and turned around to face Harry, trying to distract myself from the awkward silence, but it wasn't working

"Uhm... Would you like to uh... take a shower?" I suggested, silently praying Harry would say yes. Instead of answering, Harry simply nodded

"Okay" I said, trying to contain my excitement "Come"

I led the both of us to the bathroom and I quickly grabbed a towel out of the closet, handing it over to Harry, who placed it on the wash tub (A/N: does that even exist?). I turned around, glancing at myself in the mirror in the process, and I realized that I needed to change into more comfortable clothes

"You wouldn't mind if I changed into something more comfortable, would you?" I questioned, though I didn't bother waiting for the answer as I quickly stepped out of my skinny jeans and replaced them by sweats before taking off my shirt. I turned around looking for my neon pink sports bra and saw that Harry was blankly staring at his feet in the exact same position as I left him

"Need any help with that?" I asked, pointing at his clothes. Harry looked up, eyes becoming the size of saucers when he observed I was only in sweats and a black lace bra. He wasn't himself. Not even a tad bit. And that was when I set my mind on fixing him.

I smirked to myself as I slowly neared him and that smirk only grew wider when I saw Harry gulp. My gaze followed my hands as I fumbled with the hem of Harry's shirt, biting my lip while smiling. I innocently looked up at Harry, softly stroking his skin while I lifted up his shirt. Harry's breath hitched as I stood on my tip-toes to pull his shirt over his head and I must say I was really happy when he cooperated since I would never be able to actually pull Harry's shirt over his head considering my height. I chucked the smelly shirt to the side and ran my hands over Harry's bare torso, finally hooking my thumbs in his sweats. I studied Harry, wanting to see his reaction, but he was looking anywhere but at me, causing me to sigh. Whatever, let's just get him to shower, AT LEAST...