Opposites

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❝Be my forever. . .❞

MELODY

I wiggle my nose, my eyes fluttering open. I yawn, covering my mouth then stretching out a bit. My eyes go directly to where the bean bag is placed ; empty. Where's Zayn? After I redo my ponytail, I untangle myslef from the blanket and stand up. I head towards the kitchen hesitantly, wondering where he is. I remember that I never went in here.

The kitchen has dark brown cabinets with two double doors. To the right below the cabinet doors, is the sink. There are dirty dishes, glasses, spoons and forks, begging to be washed. Across the sink is a stove to the left, and the white refrigerator to the right. In front of the refrigerator is a two chair, black dining table. All the walls of the kitchen are a gloomy grey, and on the wall I'm staring at, hangs a portait that says 'Dancing is bullshit.' The irony.

My heart sinks and I feel my head spinning. I swallow the lump that is already forming, does he really hate dancing that much?

"What are you looking at?"

I don't get to explore the other half of the kitchen, as Zayn's voice startles me. I turn around to face him. "Nothing," I reply blankly. "I just woke up, and you weren't there so I thought—"

"I brought breakfast." Zayn sets down a bag of Starbucks, and starts to get out the stuff he bought. My heart swells at the tiny small gesture he made as I make my way slowly to the table. Since the second chair is placed next to Zayn, I take a seat beside him. I bite my lip anxiously, as I take a hold of the hot chocolate cup.

"Stop doing that." Zayn says, not looking at me, while taking a big bite out of his sandwich.

I wide my eyes, "How did you—"

"Just eat." Zayn motions to the sandwich placed in front of me.

I cross my arms, I will not be bossed around by him. He doesn't even let me finish what I want to say!

"No." I say in a monotone voice.

Zayn sighs irritated, then drops his sandwich. He wipes his hand with a tissue, and then he snaps his head at me. I freeze under his stare, gulping. He steps closer, his breath fanning my neck. He traces his finger from my neck to my collarbone. My breath pauses in my throat as Zayn's mouth gets near my ear. He kisses my jaw all the way down to halt his movements on the corner of my lips. I close my eyes at the feeling ; this is complete bliss. I feel my knees shaking, and my heart can't stop beating, so as my stomach that can't stop twisting with knots. Zayn travels his hand to my hair, wrapping his fingers around my rubber band then suddenly my hair falls to my shoulders. Zayn whispers in my ear, "I like it this way." He places his hand on my thigh, squeezes a bit, then he trails it up further.

"Now, are you going to eat or not?" Zayn asks sternly getting back to his position, like nothing even happened.

I nod my head rapidly, still fed up by his charming spell. I don't understand this big effect he has on me, but evey little thing he does makes my body to react almost immediately.

When I begin to take my first bite out of this surprisingly delicious sandwich, my phone starts to ring loudly in the living room. Zayn stands quickly, and heads toward the sound. He comes back with my phone in his hands, looking down at the screen with furrowed eyebrows. I clear my throat, and his eyes hold contact with mine. He slides the phone across the table, and I quickly look down at the contact's name.

Louis.

"What?" I hiss in a low tone through the phone.

"Good morning to you too." I roll my eyes at his comment.