Melissa’s POV
My eyes fluttered open to the light peeping through the slit of the curtains. My mind races over the countless memories that I ran over last night. What is going on with me right now.
As I slowly pull my legs over the side of the bed I stare at the alarm clock idly standing on my night stand, it’s already 9:30am leaving me over two hours to get ready, maybe that’s not enough but it will just have to do.
The shower water was perfect, not hot enough to burn my skin, not cold enough to send endless shivers through my tense, anxious body, yet its cool enough to wake my body up from its usually groggy state. I contemplate straightening my hair but then I remember how Harry used love my naturally curly hair so I decide that’s my style for today. Yes, more time for food.
After my simply breakfast of cornflakes and tea I go back to my room to decide what to wear. I finally settle with a simple crop top, shorts and a plaid shirt. Its not what most girls would wear going to see the love of their lives, but its with Harry and around him I feel like I can finally be myself. He always like when I dressed simply, and secretly I like that too.
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Harry’s POV
I turn the key in the lock finally returning to my apartment, I take a big breath before I am faced with the girl I was calling venomous just hours ago, and true to my thoughts there she is sitting across from the coffee table. My arrival clearly less important then some article about some celebrity. I roll my eyes before taking off my jacket.
“Wouldn’t you love to be a celebrity?” she questions her head still engrossed on the pages in front of her. I’m not sure how to answer so i simply reply “never thought about it” and before she has a chance to reply I’m heading to the bathroom to take a shower, the last thing I need is for Melissa to see me like this.
After the water has washed away my sleepless appearance I decide to leave early, just so I can walk and get what exactly I want to say clear in my head. I Have so many questions to ask her, she used always hate me asking her questions, but I know that she secretly loved the fact that I had such an interest in her life.Taylor and I never had that, she wouldn’t even ask me how my day was.
She smiles up to me as my arms snake around her waist; she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life. I love the way she is giggling as my face buries into the nook of her neck, she is perfect. “How was your day?” she manages between one of her many heart lifting giggles. “Better now that I'm here with you” she giggles yet again and as cheesy as that sounds it is completely true, if you had told me a year ago that I would be standing in my kitchen with the girl of my dreams making cheesy remarks then I probably would have told you to get off whatever it was you were smoking, yet ironically here I am.
I smile as the memories come flooding back of how perfect we were, how perfect she was....is, I was so stupid for letting her slip through my fingers, for what? Someone who was only using me for my father’s money.
I’m thankfully dragged back to reality by the little cafe that Melissa and I love so much. My breathe and pulse quicken and my palms begin to sweat as I look in and see her sitting in our booth, well what was our booth. She is dressed so simply yet she looks like an angel, how is it possible for one human being to be this perfect?. I walk into the snug cafe and make my way towards the angel in the corner hiding from the world, hiding from herself.
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