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

*Chapter Twenty-Three- Conflagration

'Melony's POV'

"Do you want to go see Perrie tonight?" I hear Linnea ask.

I nod my head, still laying on my bed as she fusses over her nails. The repugnant scent of her nail polish fills up my bedroom, making me flinch every time I take a breath in.

"Are you going to stop moping around sometime soon?"

"No." I mumble, my face pressed into my pillow.

I can't believe that he would do that. He shouldn't have just up and left without telling me in advance, we could have stayed longer. Stupid Harry. Not only did he cut our trip short, he then proceeded to act like it was somehow all my fault. Now how in the hell would it be my fault? I don't fucking know, I thought I was doing everything right. Guess not.

"Earth to Melony!" Linnea yells, far too close to my ear. "Did you hear me?"

Sighing, I lazily pick my head up from my pillows to glance in her direction. My harsh green eyes slowly land on her face, my sour mood making itself more apparent. I love the girl, but sometimes when I'm in a bad mood, just the sound of her voice makes me want to jump off a cliff... Face first... Without a parachute.

"Okay," she drags out the last syllable, sheepishly looking at me. "Maybe we should wait to go see Perrie, I'm sure your foul mood won't be a positive way to see her after all this time."

"Good idea." I nod before letting my head crash back down on the comforting cushions. "Can you open up a window or something? The smell is beginning to literally suffocate me. Thanks."

I hear her mumble something viscous as quiet footsteps walk past my bed. The familiar creak of my window being opened fills the tense air around us and soon the deathly fumes from Lin's nail polish floats out, leaving fresh air in its place.

Annoyingly enough, my thoughts go back to Harry. It had to have been that call he received, he was seemingly fine before it. It was like a switch had been flipped inside him, he had lost his playful attitude to a downright dickfaced one.

Just then I hear a door open in the hallway, it shuts again just after a few seconds. I scramble off my bed and sprint towards the door to spy on whoever it is.

What I see infuriates me.

The tall figure, dressed fully in black, makes his way quietly to the front door. It's too lanky to be Ivan, and the long, brunette hair is very obviously Harold's. A surge of burning heat floods my body as the door shuts behind him. Although most of the clothes he owns are black, he rarely wears all black at the same time.

As I shut my bedroom door quietly, I piece together everything. There's no way that Harry would have just up and left his family, gave me an unnecessary attitude for the entire day, and then leave mysteriously while being dressed in all black.

Slowly I turn around, a firm glare laced in my eyes as they land on Linnea, who's perched neatly on a chair near my desk space. As if sensing my stare, she glances up at me. I see her gulp as her eyes widen and my thoughts are confirmed.

Something big is going on, but everyone is leaving me out of it.

"Linnea," I coax, my voice low and threatening as I slowly step towards her.

"Y-yeah?" Her voice comes out shaky as she realizes that I pieced everything together way sooner than she had hoped I would have.

"You wouldn't hide anything from me, right?" I take another painstakingly slow step towards her, my hands clenching into fists.

Her wide eyes flicker all over my body, reading my body language before she carefully stands up with her hands braced in front of her, in surrender.