Opposites

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❝And I will wait for you. . .❞

MELODY

I sigh, leaning my head against my window, closing my eyes a bit in extreme exhaustion. I run my fingers through my hair stressfully, tapping my legs against the wooden floor.

My eyes are now wide open as I hear my bedroom door creaking, I silently pray that it's Harry. But my hopes are crushed when I turn around to face Louis. I furrow my eyebrows, questioning him with my eyes. I don't want to see him nor Harry, but I still have to make sure if he's okay or not. Zayn clouds my vision, as the picture of him laying on the floor getting punched by Harry, keeps burning in my mind.

"Do you want dinner?"

With crossed arms I roll my eyes as I answer him, "It's 1 in the morning, so it's basically breakfast. But no, I don't want to."

"Harry said that I should take care of you, if he doesn't come back today. . ." Louis trails off, avoiding any eye contact with me.

"I don't want you to take care of me." I scoff. "It's all your fault! Why did you tell him? You do know how he is when he's protective over me. That was not even your business." I turn around, my hand placed over my hip as I gaze at Zayn's flat.

"Who's the guy?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, rubbing my temples before saying, "Why do you even care?"

Louis stays silent then I hear a loud thud indicating that he got out of the room. My eyes begin to fill up in tears, as time passes. What if they don't come back today? Well, I'll be stuck with the idiot downstairs, and I'm sure he'll annoy the shit out of me if Harry doesn't come back today. I have to ask him why he was so violent, I mean it's just a kiss. But you do know that Harry is protective over you, you shouldn't have kissed Zayn. My conscious mocks me. But he kissed me, but then I kissed him back. I groan, then turn around losing all my hopes that Zayn or Harry will come back tonight, and prepare myself for sleep.

I enter the bathroom, and start brushing my teeth. I bend down and quickly spit out the paste. When I'm done, I get out of the bathroom, and walk towards my closet to wear my pajamas. But then, suddenly, I hear an engine going off. I swiftly make my way towards the window.

It's Zayn. My heart begins to quicken, and I throw on my vans then run downstairs only to meet a sleeping Louis on the couch. I can sneak out for a while and talk with Zayn about what happened, without Louis realizing it. I slowly tip toe to the front door, taking my keys of course, then getting out. I shiver as the cold air really slaps my face, then I spot Zayn pushing his keys, ready to get inside his flat. I run to him, nearly crushing my front with his back, as he quickly turns around at the sound of my footsteps. "Um, Hi." I look up at him, and immediately a gasp leaves my mouth when I notice his really bad purple eye, and his ripped open lip.

Zayn scans me with an expression on his face, that I'm still trying to figure out. He then turns around again, his back facing me, and walks in without saying a word. Should I come in? Actually, can I come in?

"You know," Zayn shouts from inside.

I take that as a sign to come inside, and listen to him as he continues to talk.

"I didn't go harsh on him, because he's your brother."

My heart hammers in my ribcage as I find some words to say, "Should I take that as a good thing?"

Zayn shrugs then we fall into an awkward silence. I feel bad, really bad. Harry that dumb shit, I'm going to have a word with him. He caused all of this.