Opposites

t h r e e

❝What's the point of playing a game you're gonna lose?❞

MELODY

Harry crosses the street opposite from Zayn's flat, my arm still firm in his tight grip. I frown when he stops in front of another flat. It's a double flat, while Zayn's is a single floor flat. Then, Harry pushes a random key into the keyhole. Is this ours or something? I turn around to see that Zayn's home is just across the street, making me gasp quietly in shock. If we'll live here then that means I will see Zayn almost everyday, I smile at the thought.

"Harry, did you buy this?" I ask trying to distract him from the topic he wants to lecture me about, as we get inside.

He replies with an irritated tone. "No, I rent it for the rest of the year."

I walk more into the flat when Harry finally snaps. "Melody."

"This is beautiful!" I say, tracing my hand over a painting on the wall, still ignoring him.

"Melody, I'm talking—"

"Where's my bedroom?" I ask him, walking into the living room.

"I'm talking to you, god dammit!" He shouts.

I jolt up in surprise by his loud tone, "What?" I ask, innocently. Most of the times, my innocent act works with Harry, so I'll give it a try now.

"I specifically told you not to move away from that place, but then I find you with a goddamn boy! In his house!" He yells, his hands moving in the air for emphasising on each word.

I wide my eyes in disbelief. He can't talk to me like that when he doesn't know my part of the story. "Don't talk to me like that. I got lost when I followed a dog because it snatched my necklace. I asked that boy—who by the way has a name! He helped me call you."

"That doesn't give you the right to go to his apartment. What if he did something to you? And—"

I cut him off, "His phone was there!"

Harry takes a seat on the sofa, "Well, you shouldn't have went to his apartment. Nor followed that stupid dog in the first place. Do you know how worried I was? I lost my mind looking for you, Melody. You're grounded for two weeks and that's final."

My mouth falls in shock and disbelief, "We just got here and you're grounding me?! That's unfair! I'm turning twenty next week, you just can't!"

"I can and I will." Harry says firmly.

I feel anger boiling inside of me, while I gather all the thoughts, and all the words I wanna say to him. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, as my hands bawl into fists. I open my eyes and blow out all the anger I've been holding for years, "I'm sick of you! I'm sick of you controlling my life, and telling me what to do. I hate the fact that you think you have power over me! You're not my mom and definetly not my dad, Harry."

I see hurt flashing through Harry's eyes, and guilt starts building up immediately in mine. He suddenly slams his hand on the coffee table in front of him, "That's it. Go to your room, right now!"

"I don't even know where my room is." I mumble, holding back the tears.

"Upstairs, second door to the right."

I climb the stairs quickly, a few tears falling down. When it comes to Harry, I hate fighting with him but he makes me say things that hurt him. I take a deep breath and pull myself together, then push open the door to my new room. I don't bother to explore the room, as I jump on my bed and bury my head in the pillow. I stay like this for a couple hours until I get bored, and turn around to lay on my back.