Opposites

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Melody

"Melody!" Zayn pants, as we keep running.

I don't reply as I pull on his hand tighter and run more quicker. It's hard to run in these freaking heels.

"Melody!" Zayn shouts, yanking my hand backwards and I bump harshly into his chest.

I rub my forehead and hiss, "What?"

"Why and where are we running to?" Zayn asks, crossing his hands over his chest.

I frown looking around me, we're not that far from our flats. I can't go back there, Harry will question me for the little escape I did. I shouldn't have ruined the cake, I shouldn't have lied to Zayn in the first place. My lips quiver, looking up at him taking a deep breath.

"Zayn..I ruined my birthday cake. That's why I'm running away from Harry. I got mad because the cake w—"

"Melody!" I wide my eyes at Louis' voice.

"Zayn, please let's go!"  I plead him with watery eyes.

He groans grabbing my hand, and our feet begin to work taking us away from Louis who keeps shouting my name over and over again.

After running for about 10 minutes, Zayn halts making me stop also. He pants and takes deep breaths and I do the same wiping sweat from my forehead. "This is ridiculous. Fuck it, c'mon." Zayn utters making his way to a motorcycle at the corner of the street.

"Zayn..What are you doing?" I ask slowly, walking behind him.

Zayn brings the motorcycle to life then rides it, I wide my eyes at what he just did.

"What are you doing?! Zayn, this is stealing!" I throw my hands in the air, furrowing my eyebrows.

He was about to talk but I interrupt him,"How did you even make it work?!"

Zayn says through his clenched teeth, "You want to run, and here I am running with you. Either you ride, or I'm leaving you here."

My mouth forms a small 'o', I turn around looking back to check if Louis is still behind us. I see nothing so, I look back at Zayn. I give him the guilty look, and he rolls his eyes then starts the ignition. How is he doing that?

I sigh, marching towards him. I jump behind him, debating on if I should wrap my arms around his waist or not. Will he be annoyed if I do that?

Zayn suddenly grips my hands harshly, wrapping them around his own waist. He snaps, "Can't you do anything right?"

I stare blankly at his back while my eyes begin to burn in tears, and my hands around his waist loosen. Zayn starts the motorcycle again, then drives on the highway. I don't realize I'm crying until I taste the salty tears in my mouth. He's right, I can't do anything right. Harry maybe hates me for my little act, and I keep lying to him all the time. Louis is probably losing his mind looking for me in the middle of the night, and Zayn is right. I truly can't do anything right, my 'little' secret was about to be exposed today. Nothing is going right for me. I try to keep the sob inside, but I choke and start sobbing then wiping my tears away. Zayn shifts uncomfortably in front of me.

When Zayn finally parks somewhere, I calm down. The tears are now dried, and I'm no longer sobbing. Zayn jumps off, then he extends his hand. I hold onto it shakily, and he helps me down. He awkwardly looks at me then his eyes shamelessly rake my body, I cross my hands over my chest hiding the cleavage that is shown.

Zayn clears his throat, "This is a quiet place, there's a small lake inside. We can sit there."

I nod my head silently avoiding any type of eye contact, then we make our way through the entrance. When we get in, everything around us is dark. A small smile creeps on my face while I look around, there's a lot of trees. And the lake looks beautiful. (picture above, but in the dark)