A/N Just expect the worse for my stories. I'm not good, and I'm not worth it. But I want to thank you for sticking with me and my stories. Here, I feel loved. I have no idea why though. Whatever….here we go. It's short, but I don't want to spoil it too much! xxx
BTW I hate myself for this!! -_-
My father's hands started to clench up as his mouth began to open.
"Harry, thank you for the wonderful lunch. I'll see you later." I said as I hugged him. He walked away.
"Melissa." My dad growled as I turned to see him again.
"I was planning on telling you, but I never got the chance." I said as I waited for the worse.
My dad's eyes softened as he saw how scared I was.
"I'm sorry for being busy Mel. I promise to change."
"It's fine. If you work, you work. I can't undo anything." I say as I brushed away from him and went upstairs to my room.
****
Harry and I walked into Starbucks where we waited for our coffee.
"Mel, you father is….well, he hates me, doesn't he?" He asks as we sat down at a table.
I shrugged. "Harry, he's just mental." I laughed.
He sat there seriously.
"What?" I asked concerned.
He rolled his eyes at me as he drank some of his coffee.
"Mel, you promised me that if I fell, you would catch me."
"And I have." I smiled.
He nodded in agreement as he stared at the table.
"What?" I asked again.
"I just…we didn't even have our first kiss together." Harry answer.
My body tensed up as he brought that up. I never even had my first kiss.
"Well, if it happens, it'll happen. Right?" I said. He grinned and nodded.
"Be mine?" He smiles cheekily at me. I laughed at his childish question.
"I always will." I smiled as he kissed my cheek.
I didn't know what that really meant. There was no sign of any knowledge of what I just said, until the day of the actual news.
The news that broke me apart.
Broke us apart.
*****
I walked downstairs as I heard my father calling me. As I reached to the living room, he pointed to the seat in front of him. With my eyes furrowed in confusion, I took the seat.
"Melissa, you're mother's sister died." He finally says.
"Who?"
"Aunt Maura." He quietly answers.
We stayed silent until he finally says, "We got custody of her child."
I looked at him carefully.
"Which means?" I asked.
"We're moving."
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One True Love
Fanfiction"He's my first love." I told my dad. Those words replayed in Melissa's head every time she thought of her boyfriend, Harry. They were total opposites - he was the player with all the smooth moves while she was the ballet dancer. She didn't care m...
