Rapture (H.S)

Chapter 7

(Everything is just going so fasttt? I can't believe ittt.
Please don't mind the typos and I know this chapter was rushed. I'm sorry about it but I was in the hospital and that's where I wrote it!
So sorry)

MELISSA'S (POV)

Two days passed since the miracle and I was still hoping and skipping around and like an idiot. I was trying to imagine what Harry's arm around mine would feel like. I was trying to imagine how perfect the taste of Harry's lips would feel like moulded against mine.

I shivered.

Scarlett snapped her fingers in front of my face, breaking me from my perverted thoughts with a guy that was never going to share them with me. "Earth to Melissa," she said, sounding irritated. I glanced at her and frowned.

"Why are you breaking me from my dreamland? I was just about to invite Harry in after our date." I scowled.

She stared at me, appalled then broke off laughing. "Did you leave your brain back at the concert or what, Mel? Didn't you hear me? I said Brad wanted to take me out on Saturday. What should I wear?"

"Anything you want," I said dreamily, and from the scowl on her face, I could tell she was ready to blow a fuse over my response. "God, Melissa! Get over them," she snapped. "We met the five boys, that was cool! We got to chat with them for a freaking hour and a half, that was cool too! But you"- she waved her hands around as if to emphasize her point- "dreaming about hooking up with Harry, not cool!"

I frowned, but knew she was right. Chances were, I was never going to meet them again. They were One Direction, the biggest boy band in the world. Meeting them once was a damn stroke of luck. Luck like this never knocked your door twice.

"But I agree," she continued. "Even for a moment that day at the concert I thought Harry had it bad for you. But that's not possible." She waved her hands as if to diminish the thought from her brain.

"What?" I nearly fell off the chair at the lunch table. So it wasn't just me. Scarlett thought it too. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.

"Well," she started tapping her foot, which was damn annoying but I didn't call her out for it. I was afraid if I pissed her, she wouldn't tell me. "When he met us, he acted normal. And then the more we talked, the more his eyes flickered to you. As if he was checking you out. Louis noticed it too. I saw louis give him a kick on his calf when he spotted Harry checking out your tits." She chuckled.

I stared at her in horror. "He did not," I said glancing down.

"He did too," she countered. "Heck, I don't even get why you're upset? If I caught Niall or Zayn staring at mine, I'll happily remove my shirt."

I laughed along with Scarlett. No doubt about that! Scarlett would definitely unsnap her bra in a second.

But I couldn't stop my thoughts in heading towards the direction that read Harry. He said they would be here for a month, and I desperately wanted to meet them all again. I pulled my phone out and swiped through my camera roll. I stopped to where my selfie with Harry was.

I sighed with contentment.

Harry had put his arm around my shoulder and leaned into me when we took it. I saw Harry's smirk shine through the lens. "Well, what do we have here?" Monica walked up with Finn trailing right behind her, looking as if he wished himself someplace else. I prayed for wanting Finn's wish to come true. I didn't want him here more than he did.

My heart did a somersault, when Monica snatched the phone out of my hands. "Hey-" I started. "What the freaking hell is this?" She screamed staring at the phone in anger. The entire lunchroom fixed their gaze on us.

Just freaking great!

Just what I needed! To be the center of attraction!

I flinched with her tone, but quickly recovered when I heard the pain in her voice. Yes! The bitch was jealous of me! "What? Jealous Monica? Jealous because I got a picture with Harry but you were morphed into the crowds and couldn't even get five meters near him."

"How the hell did you do this?" She seethed. I wanted to announce to the entire school that I had, had a chat with the five boys privately. But a voice in the back of my head told me that it was a secret I better keep. Scarlett was ready to burst with excitement the moment we came to school yesterday, but after a lot of consoling and muttering to her, I managed to clam her up. I knew Scarlett wanted nothing more than to shove this information down Monica's throat right now and I couldn't afford her to slip up.

"Let's just say Harry took a liking at Melissa." Now Scarlett was screaming, defending me. But I didn't need to be protected.

"I'll take that back," I said in a cool tone and pried my phone from her clutch. Because she was in shock, it slipped from her grasp easily. I sighed with relief from the inside. Thank Heavens she didn't try to break it in anger.

"Thank you," I said, in the tone I knew would drive her crazy. "Finn," I said addressing him. My stomach felt like lead once I saw him stare at me in bewilderment. I couldn't show weakness. "Would you please take your snarling girlfriend out before she decides to wreck the entire lunchroom with her jealousy."

Monica's eyes turned red with rage but she didn't object when Finn, giving me another grave look, steered her out of the room in a hurry, as if he was more glad than her to get out of my sight.

Once she was out, my knees felt wobbly and I had to take a minute to catch my breath. I mentally patted myself on the back for standing up to Monica, but my eyes blurred with tears when realization had hit about Finn.

A part of me wished that he would have said no, and stood up for me instead of her. And then I would run into his arms and all would be right in the world. I shook my head. That only happened in movies. Not in real life and definitely not in my life.

"Let's leave." I grabbed Scarlett's arm and dragged her butt which was glued to the seat out of the room, and out of everyone's gaze.

"Monica's a bitch," Scarlett said.

I knew she was trying to cheer me up. "I know," I stated the obvious. "C'mon let's get to class."

* * *

When I got home that day, mentally and physically exhausted with all the drama, I promised myself that there was nothing left to shock me. That I would sashay my ass back home and plonk myself in from of the television.

But when I walked back home, and turned the knob of the door open, I felt like something was about to happen. But what?

Please, I couldn't handle any drama anymore. I had suffered enough for a lifetime.

"Mom," I called out when I dropped my backpack on the couch.

"Are you home?"

"In here honey!" A voice came from the living room.

I sighed and slumped into the living room only to stop dead in my tracks. My mom had company. And not just company, but a smiling Harry Styles who sat on the couch opposite her, a coffee mug in his large hands, who winked at me as I came into view.

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