monophobia || h.s

eight.

Harry and Jen were on their date and it was nothing fancy, they were just at a simple Mexican restaurant making simple conversation. It was really hard for Harry to stay engaged with Jen, but it wasn't just a Harry problem because he was positive  that most people wouldn't want to get into a serious topic about which candle stick holder she wanted to buy.

It wasn't that he hated her either, he just totally and completely sure that weren't made for each other. The only problem was, Harry had no idea when he should break up with her. Not right now, not after their date, possibly the next day but probably not. Also Harry didn't know if he could stand knowing he made someone cry, assuming Jen would end up crying towards the news. Although it was more of an assumption, this is the girl who cried while watching Tangled, the happy and cheerful movie that most kids don't even cry at.

But even though candle stick holders was hugely un-fascinating, that wasn't even the main thing causing him to not listen to her ramble on. He instead couldn't bring himself to pay attention because he was too focused on thinking about his conversation with Melody.

He couldn't stop thinking about how she smiled when he approached her. How she was clutching a nearly empty water bottle like it was the only thing she needed. How she somehow managed to look cute with a red face from running. How she got her blue and gray Nike's for Christmas.

Everything about Melody was amazing to Harry. And how he wished that they had more time to talk because all he wanted to do was talk to her, because when he talked to her it felt like the conversation was real. Even though Harry had no idea how to explain this realness it was there. It was almost like he could see every color to ever exist, it was like being at the most beautiful place on the whole earth. Nothing like the conversations he had with his friends or even his girlfriend. Something only Melody could do with even a simple 'hello'.

"Harry are you even listening to me?" Jen asked with raised eyebrows.

"Of course, the candle sticks."

Jen rolled her eyes and sighed, "Noo, Harry, now I'm talking about-- it doesn't matter. What caught your train of thought?" Harry couldn't help but smile a little bit at her accidental rhyme.

"Nothing." He shrugged. "Just, Melody." Harry didn't realize until just after he had said it what a huge mistake he made. His eyes instantly went wide as he met hers, and just to put it as simply as possible  Harry didn't know eyebrows could be raised so high.

"What do you like her?" Jen asked, just waiting for his answer with a face of pent up anger.

"No, no," Harry said almost immediately. "we're just friends, I would never have those types of feelings for her, she just told me a really funny joke, about candles, that made its way into my head." He said, completely lying to her. But her face didn't falter.

"Oh, and what was this joke." She said more demanding him to tell her rather than just a curious question. But Jen had no idea Harry had been saving a special joke just for this occasion. 

"So there's this one candle introducing itself to two other candles. One of the two candles says to his buddy, 'He's from Candle' and then the second candle asks, 'So does that make him a 'candle-lite'?' Get it because--"

"Harry I get the joke, it's just not very good. You and Melody share the same type of humor, do you know that?"

Harry just shrugged in response because well, she bought it thankfully. He did not think that was going to work but still forever grateful it did.

***

It was now around midnight and Harry and Jen were hanging out as his apartment not doing a single thing. Unless watching reruns of Friends  counted as doing something.

No words were being exchanged between the soon-to-be-over couple. If it weren't for Ross shouting that they were in fact on a break, the apartment would be flooded with silence. But Harry wouldn't mind of it was just dead silent.

Then there was a knock on his door, ever so light it was almost a miracle that he could hear it. Jen only looked at him for a half second as he stood up before averting her eyes towards the television again. Harry walked towards his door, bracing himself because was going to have to talk to people and that was rather disappointing because Harry liked the silence and it was midnight and he wanted to sleep, although he knew that wouldn't happen well until at least two-thirty a.m.

But the person who was behind his door was surely who he wasn't expecting.

"Melody." He stated. Sure he wasn't expecting her but then again, who was he expecting.

She was dressed in her pajamas, a pair of light blue shorts and a navy blue tank top and her hair in a slightly messy ponytail. Harry had never took notice to how much she wore blue until now.

"Hi, Harry." Melody said as if she had been holding her breath for minutes just waiting to let it out and say those two words. "I know it's late and you proba--"

"Who's at the door, Harry?" Jen asked from his living room and Melody's eyes moved to where her voice came from. He just quietly replied saying it was one of his friends while Melody's eyes were now switching from looking at his living room to his green eyes.

"Is that, Jen? Is she here?" Melody asked in barely a whisper before letting her eyes stay on Harry, who just nodded in reply.

"Yeah, but she's leaving soo--"

"Oh no, it's okay, I can just talk to you later, really. I don't want to keep you two lovebirds from each other." She said, taking a small step backwards and closer to her apartment. Before Harry could say another thing Melody beat him to it. "Goodnight, Harry."

She then completely turned around and made the few steps back to her apartment and leaving a confused Harry wondering why she for once she wasn't the calm Melody she always was during the day.