Love Amongst A War ↦ H.S a.u [FINISHED]

*Chapter Fifteen- Memories

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'Melony's POV'

"Stop being so selfish all the damn time. You're not the only person who has problems, you're not the only person that misses somebody they love, and you're not the only one with the responsibility of their deaths. I'm leaving now and you're going to go into that damn house and fall in love with Harry Styles."

Fall in love with Harry Styles...

Hours after Zayn had left me behind in my self-loathing, the house had been fairly quiet. Leslie was still out and I could see that it stressed LaFroye out to his max. Currently, I sat in the recreation room, observing LaFroye destroy Styles in an intense game of Ping Pong, or what Harry called Table Tennis.

It was amusing to watch. Whenever one of the men would score a point on the other, they would do they're own little victory dance along with an unnecessarily loud cheer. I had placed twenty dollars down, in a bet that LaFroye would win. Yet Styles, since arriving here, has done nothing but surprise me. So I'm out twenty bucks now.

"C'mon, Alex, I thought you were better than that!" I whine, pouting as Harry sticks my twenty dollar bill in his jeans pocket.

"Hush, child." Is his only comeback as he gives me a disappointed frown before hanging up his paddle after Harry.

Harry and I haven't spoke, nor looked each other in the eyes.

I'm leaving now and you're going to go into that damn house and fall in love with Harry Styles.

Zayn's voice continues to ring through my head as we trudge up the stairs to the main floor, my eyes glued to Harry's broad back. Too bad it's not that simple. Love isn't simple, and I don't think it can happen that quickly.

Alex and Harry were having an animated discussion about whales as we walked through the house towards the television room. I stopped listening once I realized they were actually talking in very specific details about the massive sea creatures, not being very fond of them and also just not really caring about hearing their voices.

Annoyingly enough, they both stopped in the entrance to the vast room, halting me along with them. Harry looked frustrated, his brown brows furrowed over his deep green eyes, while Alex looked totally in control of the situation.

"They're mammals, Harry, of course they nurse their young." Alex states, his blue eyes bright.

"But how? They live in the sea."

Feeling my patience wearing thin, I sigh heavily catching both of their attention. They look me over, as if they'd forgotten I'd even been tagging along with them. Soon after that though, they both cocked an eyebrow at me, mentally asking me what my issue was.

"You're blocking the only way into the room with your stupid whale talk." I blatantly state, my voice void of emotion and flat as I motion my hands around us.

"One, whales are not stupid," Harry started defending his interests, "and two, you could have just asked us to move politely instead of rudely interrupting us."

My jaw slackens as I stare up at him, I glance over at Alex to see a slightly amused smirk.

"Well, excuse me, then." I say snottily, jamming my left shoulder into the space between the two, clearing my way into the large white room.

My black moccasin bootie slippers pad quietly across the dark coffee colored flooring as I pick up the ivory faux fur blanket that was draped on the back of the large L-shaped sofa. Plopping down on the black sofa, the scent of a beach catches my attention and I take a deep breath. Salt water and sea musk wafts in to my nose and I look for the scent, finding a large candle near me on the tidy coffee table. I grab the remote controller and turn the television on before snuggling up in the fluffy blanket that smells like sunshine, tangerines, and orange blossoms. Eventually the two men obsessed with whales wander in and place themselves throughout the room; Harry oddly lays along the longer section of the couch adjacent to me, while Alex reclines back in his chair and flips open a worn book.