Harry dropped me off at the coffee shop on monday morning and after not being in for a week, it took alot to pull myself out of Harrys bed!
"Melanie love, it's nice to see you again, I've missed you." A little old lady smiled, walking through the door.
"Hello Mrs. B, sit down I'll bring your coffee right over." I grinned.
She patted my arm and sat on her usual chair near the window.
Today was busier than I thought it would be, people coming and going all day.
"One coffee." I heard an annoying voice snarl.
As I turned around, I was surprised to see Chelsea perched against the counter, her heels tapping the tiles on the floor.
"Sit down." I glared. "I'll bring it over."
She turned slowly, flipping her hair back with a smirk on her face.
"Be professional Mel." I told myself as I walked over to the table she was sitting at.
"Thanks babe." She said sarcastically, handing me some money. "Hows Harry?"
"Whats it to you?" I snarled.
"Well I haven't seen him since thursday night thats all." She smirked taking a sip of her coffee.
"What did you just say?"
"Didn't he tell you? Oops, me and my big mouth." She giggled.
"Harry was with you on thursday night?"
"Yeah, he stayed aaaaaaaall night." She smirked. "He hasn't lost his touch if you know what I mean, I had almost forgot what he felt like." She smirked flipping her hair off of her shoulder.
I felt the colour drain from my face and my stomach churned.
"Just leave Chelsea." I spat through gritted teeth. "Leave now."
"I've only just got this." She said pointing at her coffee.
I grabbed the cup from her and stepped closer towards her chair.
"Get out of this fucking shop now." I glared.
"Calm down." She smirked. "Sorry if I ruined your little thing with Harry babe."
She trotted out of the shop, her heels clicking with every step she took. She looked through the glass and laughed as she got outside before walking towards her car.
I rushed behind the counter and into the small back room. I paced up and down rubbing my head, holding back the tears that wanted to escape my eyes. My mind raced around and around. I had just spent all weekend with him, he had sex with me knowing exactly what he had done. I shouldn't be this angry, me and Harry wasn't offical but we practically was, we acted like it. Well I did. I thought he really did like me. I knew it was far to good to be true. Zayn would flip if he found out.
The bell on the counter rang, pulling me from my thoughts.
I walked back in and saw a long line of people. I shook my head and swallowed hard.
"We're closing for lunch, er, I'm sorry everyone, If you could just come back in an hour I-"
"Are you alright love?" A man asked.
"Yeah, I just... I need some air. I'm sorry, We'll be open again in an hour." I attempted to smile as people nodded and left.
I tore off my apron and flew out of the door towards my car. I checked my phone and saw a text message from Harry that read *Have a good day x.*
Anger flowed through my veins as I drove towards his house. As I pulled up outside, I sat there for a moment just looking at his front door wondering what I was going to say. Thinking about it, seemed to make me more angry so I jumped out and banged on the door.
"Jesus Mel, I thought you was gunna burst through." Niall laughed as he pulled open the door.
"Wheres Harry." I said with my jaw tensed.
"In there with Louis... Are you alright?"
I shook my head and went it.
Harry smiled when he saw me walk in. "Melanie what are you-"
"Don't." I snapped.
"What?" He said with a confused expression on his face.
"Don't act innocent Harry. Chelsea came to the shop today. Crashed at a mates house did you? How dare you lie to me, straight to my face. You slept with her didnt you?!" My voice got louder and louder as the words fell from my mouth.
Louis shot a glare at Harry and Nialls eyes were wide open.
Harrys face fell and he swallowed hard. "Melanie I-" He looked down at the ground with his eyes closed.
"So you did? You actually slept with her, lied to me about it and then spent all fucking weekend with me like nothing had happened?" I spat holding back my tears.
"I was drunk Melanie, I didn't mean to, it was a mistake. Me and you aren't together anyway remember, you know that." He said chewing the inside of his cheek.
How dare he use that line on me to make me look as if I was in the wrong? I clenched my fists and my eyes narrowed.
"If were not together, then why did you have a problem with telling me? You must of known you did wrong Harry!" I glared at him.
"I know." He sighed in defeat. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to find out. I still wanted there to be a me and you. She told me she wouldn't tell you." He said with his eyebrows furrowed. "I'm so sorry Melanie." He stepped closer to me but I backed away.
"Dont you dare touch me Harry, I thought you were different. I thought you..." I sighed. "Forget it, just forget it. Leave me alone Harry, I can't believe you've done this."
"It was a mistake Melanie, please." He begged.
"Not even 24 hours before you slept with her, she was here being a complete fucking bitch. I punched her Harry. Had you forgotten that? I hate her. You told me you hated her. What was going through your head?!" I threw my hands up in the air. "I can't believe you had sex with Chelsea, just her of all people! I just..." I shook my head and walked back towards the door.
"Where are you going?" He called.
"Back to work, not that it has anything to do with you."
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Harry?!" I heard Louis shout as I slammed the front door.
Warm tears streamed down my face and I got back into my car, partly because I was angry and partly because I was genuinley upset about what Harry had done. There was a tiny bit of hope in me that wanted it all to be a lie, but I knew in my heart it wasn't.
I was so angry it had ended this way. I really liked him. I'm such an idoit for falling for him so quickly. Why was this happening? Why now?
Without thinking, my feet took me to the only place I needed to be. My bestfriends.
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Finding Yourself
Fanfictionevery new relationship has ups and downs but do Melanie and Harry have what it takes to truly find themselves?
