Opposites

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If you're still reading, thank you so much ily❤️-H

Melody

"You did great today, Mel." Liam sends me a smile through the rear mirror.

I grin,"Thanks Liam."

"Yeah you did, just be careful and pay more attention to the turns. And train more at home on the choreography we gave you, if you can." Niall tells me from the passenger seat.

I nod, "Okay."

Today was very exhausting. In the early morning, around 9 AM, Liam called me and told me to be ready in half an hour because he was coming to pick me up so that we can go to the studio and train with him and Niall. And ever since then, we've been dancing. I got half of the choreography done, I may or may not messed up here and there. But I will work harder to complete it, Niall and Liam said that it's very important for my first live show. I look down on my watch, to see it hit 5:31 in the afternoon.

"I will post the selfie we took today." Niall mumbles, while looking down on his phone.

I smile, leaning towards him and take a look at the selfie we took back in the studio. I have my eyes locked on Niall to the right, and he's looking at the camera with a straight-line smile. I exclaim, "You have to send me that!"

Niall nods smiling, then Liam parks in front of the flat. "Say Hi to Harry." Liam says his farewells, Niall as well, while I slung my bag on my shoulder.

"Okay, bye guys!" I get out of the car waving, watching them speed off. I turn around to walk towards our front door, but my lips part in shock when I see Zayn sitting casually near our door on the floor, while looking down on the ground. My heart skips a beat, I panic as I wonder how he didn't hear me talking to Liam and Niall.

I take a deep breath, sighing in relief because thankfully I'm not wearing my ballet costume. I always change before I come home. I approach him slowly, my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes glow in rage, as I remember yesterday. He was so rude, he actually kicked me out after I helped him!

Zayn's head slowly lifts up, his earphones coming to view, so that's why he didn't hear me. I look down at him with crossed arms, while he looks up at me from his place on the floor. Zayn stands up, removing his earphones and pushing them in his pocket, along with his phone.

"What are you doing here?" I say in a monotone voice.

"Am I not allowed to come here?" He scoffs.

I roll my eyes murmuring, "No."

Zayn smirks, "It's a free country."

I roll my eyes once again, walking past him, until he grips my forearm tightly and pulls me back. He pushed me so hard, and so close that our chests are touching. My breath becomes uneven.

"Where are you going?" Zayn hisses.

"I'm going home because I have nothing to talk to you about." I glare.

"But I do." Zayn looks down at me with narrowed eyes. I wince as his grip on my forearm becomes tighter.

I try to punch him on his chest with my other arm, but he catches my wrist with ease with his free hand. "What are you doing?" I furrow my eyebrows, getting frustrated by his stupid act. Can't I have a peaceful day for once?

"I have something to say, and you're going to listen to me." Zayn glances at his flat, then his attention comes back at me.

I think about pushing him as hard as I can until he falls back on the floor, but unfortunately I don't have the strength to do that. I take a deep breath saying, "Let go of me, and talk."