Melina's P.O.V.
My eyes were glued to the floor as Harry and I walked back home. It was completely quiet, the only sound in the air being the clicking of my heels and our ragged breaths. I focused on my feet moving forward until I felt Harry's warm hand wrap around mine, snapping me out of my trance
"Are you okay?" he asked, sincerely looking into my eyes
"I guess" I muttered, diverting my gaze back to my feet, studying the way I was walking
"Come on" Harry said softly, gently pulling me to a halt before coming to stand in front of me "Tell me what you're feeling"
"Well, your hand is abnormaly warm for such a cold night" I noted, absentmindedly staring at his chest
"Mel"
"I don't know what I'm feeling, Harry" I sighed "Now, can we please continue walking? I'm freezing"
"You don't have to act all annoyed" Harry muttered softly, moving forward so we started walking again
"I'm not" I replied, followed by a short weary silence
"How can you not know what you're feeling?" Harry asked after a while
"I just don't. I'm not feeling like anything" I tried to explain. It was the truth; I was just feeling so many emotions at one, that it felt like I wasn't feeling anything at all. I was just blank. My mind was blank. My heart was blank. Everything was blank
"That's impossible" Harry argued, working on my nerves
"Can we just drop it?" I asked annoyed, picking up my pace while pulling Harry along with me
"No, we can't" Harry objected "I want to know what you're feeling. Ever since we left Valerio you've been as quite as ever, staring at anything but me"
"Why are you so keen on finding out what I'm feeling, Harry?! I'll get over being quiet" I snapped at him as I pulled out the keys to the house we had finally reached
"Because I care about you and you're not behaving normally" Harry said desperately, looking at me with pleading eyes
"I've already told you what I'm feeling" I fired back, turning around afterwards to jam the key into the lock
"You cannot not feel anything" Harry protested, frowning at my back
"I feel numb, Harry" I spat, whipping around to face him "I feel empty. Like I'm missing a piece of myself"
I turned back around and abruptly opened the door to the house, storming inside to get my body at a decent temprature again. I quickly hung up my coat as Harry closed the door behind us and I walked further into the house, desperate for some nice heat. I was looking around for a blanket to wrap around myself in the living room when Harry's arms wrapped around me
"What are you doing?" I squeaked, pushing him away from me "Get away"
Harry's P.O.V.
"Get away" she squeaked, pulling herself out of my embrace before grabbing a folded blanket off the couch and wrapping it around herself
"I was just trying to comfort you" I told her, trying hard not to let my frustration shine through
"I don't need comfort" Melina replied sharply "I'm fine"
"You're not fine" I argued
"I will be fine"
"What's your problem?!" I angrily spat
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Last First Kiss
FanfictionWhen we slap someone, we do it out of anger. Anger means arguing. When a girl slaps a boy, they're in a fight. After a fight -a serious one- , you often break contact with that person. Makes sense, doesn't it? But when Melina slaps Harry, it's a com...
