monophobia || h.s

six.

Harry and Melody soon parted ways afterwards and headed their separate ways. To be completely honest Harry didn't know why they didn't just walk to their college together. He was already on his way there to ensure he would be on time. Why Melody was always okay with being late was far from Harry's knowledge.

But if there was one thing in Harry's knowledge about Melody it was how he noticed how she tensed up when he asked about her fears. Yes, it could have just been a natural instinct to tense up at the question. It was a relatively deep question after all. But there was just something about the way Melody specifically tensed up. Harry had never seen anyone react in such a way Melody did, almost as though she was defensive of the question. He didn't think he had ever seen that type of fear in a persons eyes. It wasn't like the fear while watching a horror movie, it wasn't the fear when someone sneaks up behind you. It was a fear Harry himself couldn't even decipher.

He thought he was so good at reading people. It was a natural thing of his. This was his third year of taking a psychology class. To be honest, he totally thought he had it completely down, it was clear he didn't. But possibly it wasn't that he didn't have it down, cause he does but maybe it's just the case he's trying to decode.

Melody wasn't like a lot of people, she was so different from them. So different that somehow she blended in with everyone else. And Harry just could not figure this out, it seemed like she took note of how genuinely happy people acted and mimicked it for herself. Almost like one animal mimicking another's looks in nature. Melody was a real life mimic.

As Harry thought about it more, how Melody wasn't really Melody around her friends, the more sense it made. This girl was a pro at concealing her true self. But the next question in his mind was, why? Why did she feel the need to hide herself? And since she does always hide herself, why is she always around people? Was it because sometimes it's easier to not be yourself and instead someone else? Or maybe because if you acted like someone whose life you envy you somehow feel less envious?

Whatever the reason was Harry wanted to know. But he couldn't just go up and ask her. He didn't even know if what he already had was correct. In all reality Harry had no information on her. And even though he didn't want to face the reality, Harry still knew that in order to get the info he wanted he would have to ask for it.

But even asking wasn't guaranteeing a reply, or at least a truthful one. This could only leave Harry with a wondering mind. Wondering why he couldn't figure her out, wondering if his 'theories' were correct, wondering, wondering, wondering.

So as Harry sat with his friends on campus Melody was walking over to her friends. On her way there Melody and Harry's eyes met. Green on hazel. In those hazel eyes Harry swore he would never see them the same as he did yesterday ever again.