Never Letting You Go Again (Sequel to 'The One')

******Chelsea's P.O.V.******
"Yes I do have a problem with him." Harry said raising his voice and turning his attention towards me..
"Oh really? Then what is it, because he's been nothing but nice to you which he shouldn't." I said getting more angry by the second.
"I have a problem with him because he stole my girl." Almost immidetly after he said that he took my face with both of his hands and brought my lips to his and kissed me. I had to kiss back, I had forgotten what a good kisser he was, like, um, just, wow. But then Micheal popped into my mind. I quickly found his shoulders and pushed him back, but not forcefully, he's still a little weak. I quicklyran away from him and grabbed my bag on the way out. I found Micheal sitting in the waiting area outsideon his phone. I ran up and sat on the chair next to him, grabbed his shirt and kissed his soft pink lips.
"What was that for?" He asked brushing some hair out of my face.
"Just because." I said smiling at him. "Come on, I'm starving." I grabbed his hand and ran out the door, and to his car. I knew Harry would be watching from his window, so I had to show him that me and him, were done, and we always will be. Once we got to the car, I sat on the bonnet and pulled Micheal into me so he was inbetween my legs. I grabbed the back of his neck and smashed my lips onto mine. I normally would never ever do this in public, but I knew in my head that Harry was carefully watching us. We made out for a good 3 mintues, then he pulled away and helped me down and into his car. We made our way into the resturaunt.
"Two please." He said to a man at a front desk.
"Come right this way." The man said taking two menus and escorting us to a table in the back. "I will have someone come and take your order, enjoy your meal."
"Thank you." Micheal said as the waitor walked away. "So hows Harry doing?" Micheal asked.
"Oh, um, better." I said as the image of him kissing me for the first time in a year popped into my head.
"Well that narrrows it down." He joked. He took my hand which made me look at him in the eyes. "You know you can tell me anything right?"
"Yes, I know." I said squeezing his hand. "So hows your work going-" I was cut off by that same waitor that brought us to our table, that I realized had a heavy french accent.
"I'm so sorry to bother both of you, but miss there is someone that said he needs to see you." The waitor said. He stepped to the side to reveal a mid 20 year old male, checkered shirt, tight black jeans.
"Chelsea, Chelsea Mills?" He asked.
"Yes?" I replied back confused. He ran over to my chair and wrapped his arms around me in an embrace. "Um, excuse me, but who are you?" I asked. He pulled back so there was distance inbetween us.
"I'm Noah, Noah Mills, your brother."

Notes

YEAH!

I MADE HER HAVE A BROTHER!
His back story will probably be a little rough, so sorry if you don't like it!

When I found his pic, I was all like "ZAYUUUM, why can't he be my brother?