Opposites

t h i r t e e n

Melody

I close the front door quietly, clutching my wet dress tightly. I take a peek in the living room, and everything is dark and neat, which means Harry and Louis cleaned everything up and now are probably asleep.

I climb the first steps of the staircase, feeling tired. I'll just take a shower and then sleep peacefully, and have to face Harry in the morning.

As I was about to reach the last step, the sound of Harry's voice stops me, "And where do you think you're going, young lady?" Harry speaks with his thick accent making me turn around.

Harry's hair is a mess, he has black bags under his eyes and his hands are crossed over his chest, as he keeps staring me up and down.

I stammer smiling, "Oh, h-hi Harry!"

"Down, now." He orders.

I sigh, placing my heels down and climbing the few steps down to get faced with Harry. I frown looking up at him. Harry's eyes brim with tears, and he pulls me into a tight hug. "I was so scared." He croaks.

"I'm sorry." I sniffle against his chest.

Harry pulls away from the hug, "We'll talk about this in the morning. Louis told me that you panicked after what happened, and you ran out with your friends."

My jaw falls open at what he just said. Louis said this? He actually covered up for me? He didn't tell him I ran with Zayn? I smile lightly, and decide that I should thank him when I wake up.

Harry furrows his eyebrows, "You were with your friends, right?"

"Oh, my friends..y-yeah.."

"Then why are you all wet?" He asks suspiciously.

I look down at my dress, "Um, water fight?" It comes out more like a question. It always does.

He nods shortly then he turns a bright red when he asks the next question. "Uh..are you not wearing...a b-bra?"

My eyes widen, "Oh my god, Harry you're so embarrassing!" I groan covering my face with my hands. Why is he so embarrassing and humiliating?!

He laughs nervously then smirks, "Oh c'mon Mel, I'm your brother. I at least saw you naked once in my life."

I groan, "Go away!"

Harry laughs then ruffles my hair, "Okay, goodnight now. We will surely talk about this in the morning, yeah?"

I nod my head and give him a goodnight kiss, then head upstairs to my room. When I open the door, I get surprised at the amount of presents I got probably from people I don't know.

I sigh, gazing at all of them until something catches my eye. Zayn's present. I make my way to the corner of the room, and pick Zayn's bag. I take a seat on the edge of the bed, and glimpse at the bag. It reads "Forever 21"..

I open the bag slowly, my heartbeat increasing with every peek I take. When I open the bag fully, realization hits me like a train. My stomach twists in butterflies, and I hold the dress in my hands. It's like all the pieces are together now. The dress I'm holding is the one that the redhead was wearing when she was with Zayn at Forever 21. Did he take her there because she's a girl and she would understand what girls like, and help him pick a dress for me? Did he pick this dress to provoke me? Did he know that I was there and saw them together?

I know that all these questions aren't going to be answered. I sigh in exhaustion, then I hang the beautiful white dress in my closet and enter the bathroom to take a shower, and finally drift into a peaceful sleep.