Last First Kiss

Chapter 3

Melina's P.O.V.

After nailing a Cha Cha Cha, Alex pulled me into a hug and gave me a peck on the lips. I gave him a 'What-the-hell-are-you-doing' look, but laughed it off to make sure he knew I wasn't bothered. I walked towards the place Harry had been sitting to ask him what he thought, but he was nowhere to be found. I looked at Kelly and mouthed "Where is he?" She pointed towards the exit and I saw Harry having a hard time reaching it through the sweaty mass of people. "He's so not reaching that door" I mumbled with a grin on my face and quickly moved towards Harry. Being short has its perks. As soon as I reached him I grabbed his hand. He turned around and saw me. "Hey, it's still very early! Where are you going?" He opened his mouth to answer me, but I interrupted him by raising my hand. Once again I led the two of us to the door with the sign 'Staff Only'.

"So... Why are you leaving?" I asked, as I took off my shoes "Are you a party pooper?"

"I just thought I shouldn't bothering you and your boyfriend with my flirting. Who knows how jealous the lad is" he answered, suddenly showing great interest in everything that was in the room.

"My boyf-" I was interrupted by Alex, who opened the door and grabbed his coat.

"Bye, love!" he said.

"Bye, pumpkin!" I responded. He smiled and closed the door. Suddenly, all the puzzle pieces fell into place. I smirked. "Wait... You think Alex is my boyfriend?"

"Isn't he?"

I started laughing uncontrollably. "No! Alex is my dance partner... He's gay!" I managed to say between the fits of laughter. Harry's cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he looked down at his shoes.

"I'm sorry I don't have a gay-dar" he muttered lowly, while I continued laughing. I had almost stopped when I realised something

"Were you jealous?!" I asked, completely amused

"No, I wasn't" he said a bit too fast "Why would I? It's not like I fancy you"

He kept looking at his shoes and his cheeks became even redder.

"Yes, you were! You were jealous!" I said with a huge grin on my face.

"No, why would I be jealous? We can merely call each other acquaintances" he argued. The comment would've actually cought my attention, if I hadn't been having a laugh about the fact that he was jealous. Who knew Harry Styles would ever want to attempt to get into my pants and get jealous about it too?

"Yeah, sure. But you were jealous" I answered, the grin still on my face.

"Harry was jealous, Harry was jealous..." I started teasing him as if I was a little kid, while poking his belly, feeling his abs through his shirt

"NO, I WASN'T!" he shouted. He sounded really pissed; I had obviously crossed the line.

"Sorry..." I apologised, holding up my hands in surrender. My turn to look at my shoes now. I put on my apron. "Eerm... I guess you know your way out..." I turned around and headed to the bar.

"Wait!" he grabbed my hand. I raised my eyebrows. "Eeerm... Well, uuuh..." he mumbled.

"Get to the point, Harry" I said impatiently, knowing I had to get back to work quickly

"Uuuuuhmm... Can I have your number?" he asked carefully. He looked into my eyes awkwardly and a cheeky smile formed on his face. I returned the smile and wrote my number down on a paper. I moved closer to him, so our bodies were only inches apart. I was about to hand him the paper, but I changed my mind and pulled back. "Will you forgive me if I give you my number?" I asked cheekily, managing to slightly pout nonetheless. He smiled.