monophobia || h.s

twelve.

His lips were still on hers, and well she didn't know how to react so she just froze. She became tense, too tensed and shocked to kiss back or even fully process what was happening. Harry seemed to take notice to her body language and pulls away, still very close to her though. She didn't know if he was too close or not close enough.

"Sorry." He said quietly and slowly, his eyes piercing into hers. She couldn't manage to look up into his, but Melody had no clue why she couldn't. There had never been a time since they talked she hasn't wanted to tear her eyes away from his. But when she gets what's she's wanted for the past week and a half so why couldn't she let it happen?

Melody opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So she sat there, in his apartment, in his room, on his bed with her mouth slightly open. Her eyes slowly closed due to the stress she caused herself. Why couldn't she let herself have this? It was stressing her out beyond words could describe.

The one time it just seems to work out so perfectly, she ruins it. And she hates herself for not just leaning into his kiss and just become completely enveloped into his arms.

"No," Melody started, quickly looking up into his eyes before looking down again. "I'm sorry."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed because she had no absolute reason to be sorry, she should never be sorry for anything because in his eyes, she simply couldn't couldn't do anything wrong.

"Why are you sorry?" Melody let out a dry laugh in return, she was laughing at how ridiculous she felt.

"Because you're such a great guy and I don't know why I do this to myself. You care enough to actually learn about me, figure out when I lie and why I lie. You care enough to find out my deepest fear and not just turn around, you care enough to help me. You actually care and I've never had such a strong care in my life, like, ever. And then you kiss me and I have been waiting a week and a half for this to happen but I don't. I didn't."

It was an understatement to say that Harry was beyond shocked that she actually felt as though she's messed it up. Nothing was messed up, even though she didn't kiss him back, he was okay with that. Because what she didn't know was that he's wanted to do that for so long too. In fact, he thought he had ruined it because he couldn't even break up with his girlfriend he didn't really have feelings for and be with the girl he thought was too good for him.

So, what else was he supposed to do other than pull her into his arms and just hold her. Just forget about everything other than her. Forget about his homework, forget that he was falling behind schedule to be on time to class, and even forget about class. Because to him, in this moment it was Melody and Harry. Nothing less and nothing more, because nothing could be more than this moment, this was everything.

Eventually, Melody looked up. And like one of their first exchanges there was hazel on green again. The first time it was more concealed, unknown and dark, but now it held promise, and caring. And somehow, within the past few minutes, Melody's eyes became lighter, more relaxed. All after Harry took her into his arms. Looking into Harry's eyes, Melody did the only thing that felt right and kissed him.

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