monophobia || h.s

nine.

From the second Harry had closed the door after Melody walked away he wished that he had opened the door again and went to Melody's apartment. But he didn't so now he was sitting on his couch again by Jen watching a new episode of Friends.

Time couldn't pass by any slower. He wished that Jen could leave so he could go talk to Melody. He at the same time wished that he didn't want to so badly to go talk to Melody but instead cuddle up with his girlfriend, not wanting her to ever leave. But no, instead there sat a good six inches between them. So instead of talking to Melody, or cuddling with Jen, he just sat there disappointed that he couldn't do either.

It was one in the morning when Jen began to say how she should really be heading home, until one of her favorite episodes came on the television. Then it was one-thirty when she finally decided to leave but when she finally did leave and Harry could freely go talk to Melody, he suddenly lacked courage. After too much time passed by, it was approximately two-eleven when he finally left his apartment and made his way to hers.

He walked slowly and cautiously, as if he was still deciding whether to talk to her or not. But he never stopped walking, it was only a few steps to her apartment anyways. One, two three, four, four and a half steps to her door from his. Only took four and a half steps to be staring at his door and now hers.

By the time he knocked it was two-twelve. It was still two-twelve when she answered. She answered too quickly to have been asleep.

She looked at him with a shocked expression before quietly greeting him.

"Aren't you supposed to be with your girlfriend." She asked, not really a greeting but Harry still counted it as one because it was Melody and it was probably two-thirteen by now so what was the real difference between a hello and a question.

"She went home half an hour ago."

"Oh." Was all Melody could really say, because it was either early in the morning or late at night and she didn't really know why Harry was here. "So, do you need anything?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Harry first said, confusing Melody because he showed up at her door, she wasn't at his. Then it all clicked, because she did show up at Harry's door.

"Oh, you mean when I showed up at your door, yeah no don't worry about that." Melody said and there was a slight change in Harry's face like he didn't completely believe her and then he took a small step closer, and she took a small step backwards. He took another small step forwards, she took another small step backwards. Then all of the sudden Harry was in her apartment and she was offering to make him some tea.

So now it was two-sixteen and they were sitting at the small table in her kitchen waiting for hot water to boil so they could both have a cup of tea.

They sat in silence, it was so quiet the sound of a pin dropping would be louder than a concert. Melody was unsure why this silence between them was so much more different than when they were sitting in class, or when they were at the coffee shop. She didn't know if it was because it was late at night or early in the morning or because of the fact that they had both shown up at each other doors tonight.

But at the same time she knew why it was a different silence. Because of what Melody had said about showing up at his apartment and his expression.

"So, why did you show up at my door?" Harry asked calmly, and even though she knew she could answer she didn't want to. But luckily she was saved by the shriek of the kettle on the stove. So she gets up to prepare the tea.

"Sugar or milk." She asked, completely ignoring the question he had asked.

"Sugar, oh and can you be sure to answer my question as well? Thank you." He had slipped it in so easily Melody almost forgot to add the sugar to his tea.

Bringing two mugs to the table and taking a seat across from the boy she answered with, "Sorry you can only have one, so I chose the sugar for you."

Melody looked down at her tea and lightly blew on it because tongue burns were the worst thing ever and she did not want to risk getting one. But Harry just stared at her, with his normal calm expression, and she swore that look could probably calm the craziest of animals, but for once his calm look did not calm her.

She felt like there was something crawling all over her making her feel very uncomfortable. And there was, Harry's stare. She felt pressure, but not by him to answer the question but by herself to not answer the question. It was two-thirty something in the morning and she didn't really care but cared all the same. Everything was completely as it is and not all at the same time to Melody at the moment.

"Melody," He said softly and reaching his hand across the table, closer to hers. "please, just tell me." He said with a small half smile at the end of his sentence, and well, Melody couldn't deny that face. But she also wondered if it was his trusting face or his actual characteristic of being trustworthy. She decided it was the second on

"I wanted to ask you if you would sleep here, in my apartment, in my bed, next to me." She said as calmly as him, looking him dead in the eye and he was looking her dead in the eye.

"Of course I will."