Last First Kiss

Chapter 38

Harry's P.O.V.

I swung the backpack over my shoulder and fastly walked out of the plane. I was in my sweatpants and baggy shirt and my hair was all over the place and I just generally looked like shιt, but I didn't give two fυcks. My eyelids were heavy as I hadn't slept during the entire flight; I was too busy thinking about Melina, of what I would say to her, but I couldn't come up with anything that sounded good or convincing. Because even though the fact that Taylor kissed me was the truth, it simply sounded like lamest pretext ever.

I quickly and skillfully passed the few paparazzi, that had managed to get a tip of me being on the plane back to London, and all but jumped into a cab, huffing the address

"Sulky much" I heard the taxi-driver mumble, but I decided to ignore it and focus my eyes on the all too familiar road to Melina's house

"Hey, aren't you that bloke that snogged that blonde country singer?" the taxi-driver spoke up after a while

"I didn't snog her" I said through gritted teeth

"Of course you didn't" the man smirked

"She kissed me" I spat

"That's what they all say" the man chuckled as he stopped in front of Melina's house. Both him and I stepped out of the car and I handed the driver some money, although he didn't really deserve any of it

"Is she that good of a fυck then?" he asked. My eyes met his and from the look they were holding, I think it was pretty obvious I wasn't the least bit amused by his question. My right fist lashed out at the driver and hit his jaw, making the man stumble back

"Don't you ever dare talk about her like that" I hissed and gave him a fierce look before he stumbled back into the taxi. Just as I thought he was going to drive away, he opened the window and spoke up: "She's lucky to have you"

My jaw dropped to the floor as the guy saluted me and drove off. I stood there a few more seconds, then spun on my heel and headed for Melina's door. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before ringing the bell

Melina's P.O.V.

I jogged towards the door and carefully opened it, slowly looking up to see the only face I wanted to see the least and the most at the same time. I failed to hold in a deep annoyed sigh and closed the door, but was held back from doing so by Harry's foot

"We need to talk" he said

"There's nothing to talk about" I retorted and tried to close the door once again

"Yes, there is. There is a lot" Harry pushed the door open with his hand, his green orbs boring into mine

"You've got 3 minutes" I hissed

"Can I come in?" Harry asked and I stood aside in response

"Look, it just doesn't- I don't really know how- Well, I just-" Harry struggled to find the right words

"10, 11, 12..." I counted the seconds aloud

"Really?" Harry asked as I shrugged

"16, 17, 18..." I responded, walking into my living room, closely followed by Harry

"Can you fυcking stop counting?! I'm trying to make a conversation here!" Harry snapped

"It's not a conversation, it's a monologue! I suggest you start whatever it is you wanted to say, so you can leave my house, you pathetic lying prιck!" I yelled at him

"I'm not a liar!" Harry protested

"You're right, cheater sounds much better!" I retorted

"She kissed ME!" Harry shouted