Louis' P.O.V.
After touring in America with the boys, we were back in the UK and I was forced to celebrate my birthday by myself. The boys were all going to their girlfriends or family to celebrate Christmas, thinking that we'd celebrate later as I would probably celebrate it with Eleanor or my family. That was the problem, though; Eleanor had arranged something with her friends because she thought I would celebrate my birthday with my family and my family had already made plans because they thought I would be celebrating with Eleanor. So I was the sad lonely boy to celebrate his birthday on his own.
The lads and I had gone to drink something in some place Harry had recently discovered, talking about the tour, and I was the last to leave as I was in deep conversation with the owner of the cosy shop.
At the moment, I was standing in front of my house, mentally slapping myself for having to celebrate my birthday on my own while trying to pull my suitcase to the front door. I pulled my key out of my pocket and stuck it in the keyhole, sighing once again at my loneliness before turning the key and opening the door.
The house was dark and cold and as I stepped inside the smell of pizza filled my nostrils. Dαmn, I told Harry to get rid of that pizza. I left my suitcase in the hall and walked towards the living room, which was dimly lit by the moonlight. My hand looked for the light switch and flicked the light on once found, only for me to be faced with a living room full of friends and family
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" they all said in unison
"What- who-?" I stumbled over my words and my eyes rested on Harry, who was standing in front of the bunch
"You bloody bastard! You did this, didn't you?" I smiled
"Uh... I made the phone calls, but the idea came from that lady over there" Harry admitted, pointing at Melina
"It was your idea?" I asked surprised
"Why the surprise?" Melina smiled
"Well, I sort of annoy the crαp out of you" I answered
"I'm glad you admit it" Melina joked
"Yet you did this for me" I stated
"You deserve it. Now, can we quit with the sentimental stuff and have a good time?" Melina said
"Not until I give you a hug" I protested and waited for her to come up to me
"Uhm, well yeah, I'm ready..." she awkwardly stated, while unfolding her arms. I sighed softly and walked up to her, wrapping my arms around her, looking at the buffet over her shoulder
"I bet you made all that food" I muttered as I eyed the food
"No, I didn't!" Melina denied
"Only 3/4. Don't worry" Harry whispered next to us, causing me to crack up
"It's really not funny, but whatever" Melina pouted, playfully slapping Harry before she hugged him close. I smiled at the two of them and turned around to squeeze my own girl to death. I wrapped my arms around Eleanor and planted kisses all over her face, until I got interrupted by my mother
"I guess my little boy is a man now" she mocked an emotional mum before crushing my bones in a hug
Melina's P.O.V.
After having a lot of fun and receiving several compliments on my cooking skills, Harry and I decided to leave around 4 o'clock. I stumbled out of the house as I was a bit tipsy, but mostly because my feet were killing me after wearing heels all day
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Last First Kiss
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