DRIFTED |Harry Styles|

CHAPTER 35

LUKE'S P.O.V.

I was used to working late nights at the coffee shop. Since Niall was in prison and Mel wasn't scheduled for that day's shift, I was left alone, sweeping the floors, cleaning tables, placing chairs upside-down on them, cleaning the coffee machine, washing cups, plates, glasses and all the other silvery and finally working on the register, counting the daily profits... or loss.

I was sad I didn't get to see my favourite girl that day, so by the end of it I was grumpy and tired, wanting nothing more than just go back to my apartment, sleep it off and finally wake up on the next day, when I would be able to see Mel and all her beautifulness again.

After she started dating Harry, she had been more absent, we didn't talk as much as we used to before. She didn't text me telling me how her day was or about the amazing burrito she had for lunch. The few times I would see her were when she would come to work and it was killing me not being able to see her every day and knowing that she had someone to take care of her like I could.

Nonetheless, my feelings for her hadn't changed.

Ever since we were little, Mel's smiles has always sparked something inside of me, something good and thrilling, like the freefall of a rollercoaster, my chest would feel really tight and I would have an overwhelming fluttering pain at the tip of my stomach, that made it hard for me to breathe. I always knew what that feeling was, I was just never ready to admit it to myself that I was in love with my best friend.

Whenever she was around my stomach felt queasy and I had the feeling I was about to throw up. It got to a point that I had to avoid her for some time, since every time I'd see those beautiful golden eyes, I'd get scared, even though I knew it was only excitement of having her around again.

I have never told her that, though. I was always too scared to tell her and being rejected, for I was almost sure she didn't feel the same way for me. She treated me and loved me like the brother she never had. I was too scared of losing her just so I could be a little selfish and tell her how I felt.

We would always sleepover in each other's places, often sharing the same bed, where she would curl up on her side, leaving me with the burning want of grabbing her by the waist and cuddling her to my side. I used those times to watch her while she slept.

I knew it was a creepy move of me, but watching her so peaceful and so unware of her beauty while she was sound asleep, was the moment I lived for. Seeing how her long lashes rested still on her cheeks, how her lips were always plumper while she slept and how she always needed a pillow to latch onto in her sleep, was fascinating for me.

Her lips... Those were like a piece of heaven on earth. Those plump, pink, kissable lips, which were often caught between her teeth, would definitely be the death of me someday. They were always begging to be kissed, bitten or teased.

It was watching those lips one day, while we watched a movie on her couch - well, she watched the movie, I watched her – that I had my first boner, thinking how beautiful they would look wrapped around my cock.

Needless to say that I had to spent the entire movie with a cushion on my lap, trying to hide the evident bulge inside of my sweatpants. Also, needless to say that after going home, I jacked off for the first time.

But watching Mel wasn't solely for my physical pleasure. She did, in fact, give me boners during the most awkward moments possible, but she also made me feel love for the first time. She was my first love and I was sure she would be my last.

I always thought it was somewhat funny how she always went by unnoticed by other people, though. It seemed that the effect she had on me, wasn't the same felt by people in general.