Who Knew?(Sequel) Book 2

Chapter 1

(Melina's POV)

I sat there against my door, my eyes closed reliving the moment over an over, clutching my chest trying to somehow stop my heart from beating out of my chest.

What the actual HELL just happened?!

While my brain was trying to comprehend what just happened, I heard footsteps coming, and I held my breath. They made it to in front of my door, and I didn't move, not even breathe. I heard a sigh, and then the footsteps faded away, and I heard a thump indicating Harry laid down on the couch.

It was still fairly early, only about 7:30 in the evening. I shook my head, pulling myself together, and getting changed into a pair of pajama pants with all different foods on them, and a black tank top. I pulled my hair into a messy bun on top of my head, and was deciding whether to risk leaving the safety of my room to take my make up off.

May as well. If I don't I will get pimples. Last thing I need. I put on a pair of socks so it would be easier to be quiet, and cracked open my door. The TV was on, loud enough so that he wouldn't be able to hear me. I quickly scurried into the bathroom which was only a few feet away from my doorway.

I shut the door as quietly and quickly as possible. I sighed turning towards the mirror, getting out my make up remover wipes. I wiped the make up I had on the best I could, and washed my face after getting the rest of it off. I looked up in the mirror. Personally, I don't mind not wearing make up, but it's the fact that I had some scars on my face from previous zits that I wear it. I actually don't look so bad without the damned make up.

I dried my face off with a towel, and crept out of the bathroom, and ran into my room, shutting the door, and jumping into my bed, literally. I grabbed the remote on the side of my bed, turning on the TV, putting it at a soft volume.

Even with my door shut and my own TV on, I could still hear the TV in the living room. Damn him. I groaned. I got out of bed, and walked out into the living room not scared at the moment. I was prepared to joke with him about being deaf and getting old, but when I turned to face the couch, he was knocked out cold. He was breathing deeply. I shook my head smiling. I shut off the TV and covered him with the blanket and kissed his curl covered head.

I walked back to my room, putting on the music channel keeping it at the soft volume, not wanting to wake Harry.

Some of the boys' old songs came on. "Strong" came on, and I smiled, remembering how much this song related to my life as a teen. They saved my life when I was younger, then they kidnapped me, and well you know what happened after that. But the song still held strong meaning for me. I danced while sitting in bed, mouthing the words having fun all by myself as usual.

I listened to music for another 2 hours switching between channels whenever shitty music would come on. I realized that I had a very early shift tomorrow at the Research Facility For New Species tomorrow (A/N: I'm pretty sure that doesn't even exist lol just go with it!) and I should probably get to bed. I sighed turning off my music, setting my alarm for 4:30am, wanting to leave enough time just in case I woke up late. I laid down and closed my eyes.

I was actually excited for work tomorrow. I have a very interesting species to research and do testing on and such to find out about its history.

Everything turned black in a matter of moments if closing my eyes. Falling into a dreamless and restful sleep.