Opposites

t w e n t y - o n e

Melody

I run downstairs after I took a shower, and put on a plain black dress with flower patterns on the top, and knee socks ; simple. I straightened my hair also, and a soft pink lipstick on my lips. I mean, I'm not doing all of these stuff for Zayn, I just want to look...presentable. Before I enter the living room, I head straight to the kitchen to see if Harry needs any help.

"Want some help?" I ask him once I get in the kitchen.

I see him cutting multiple of vegetables, and he glances up at the sound of my voice. "Oh no darling, I'm fine."

"I can cut toma—"

"No, no. It's fine really, I'm nearly finished anyways. Now, don't let your guest waiting." Harry winks and he gets a pot from the cabin, then starts filling it with water.

I sigh,"Why did you invite him, Harry?" I lower my voice as I ask the question.

Harry turns on the stove, "I did it for you. I thought you'd be happy, aren't you happy?" He frowns.

"I..am. I'm sorry, I was just asking. But, thank you." I smile and he returns it with a big grin. Harry blows me an air kiss, and I immediately pretend to catch it.

While giggling, I make my way to the living room. Zayn has his left leg over his right one, glancing at the wall blankly. He notices me then blinks, a small smirk designs his face.

"Took you so long." He says, patting the empty seat on the couch beside him. Instead, I sit down on the L shaped sofa, across from him ; teasing him.

As if reading my mind—"Quite a tease, I see." Zayn smiles in mockery, while crossing his arms together.

I keep a straight face until the question I've been dreading to hear, comes out of his mouth.

"What's with the training? Are you in a gym or something?" He furrows his eyebrows, leaning backwards.

"Yeah, I..am." I answer confidently, although on the inside my heart can't stop drumming hard.

Zayn nods slowly, then he stands up to his full height. In confusion, my arms cross together along with my eyebrows. He approaches me, taking a seat on the couch beside me. "Do you know," Zayn scoots closer until his thighs touch mine. "—what I like, Melody?"

I avert my gaze to the floor, my knees wobble beneath me. I fiddle with my fingers, my hair falling to cover my face from his hard stare. "Hm?" Zayn hums, brushing my hair away behind my ear with his soft yet large hands.

"N-No." I stutter. His breath fans my face as he inches closer until, his lips are on my jaw. I try my hardest not to let any sounds out, and I surprisingly succeed.

"I wanna watch you, trembling under my touch." Zayn growls in my ear. My heart skips a beat, and I whimper as he grips my chin tightly to his way.

"S-Stop." I find it hard to talk, since his hand is still gripping my chin. Zayn looks intently into my eyes, his hand slowly falls off to only grip my waist seconds later. In a swift motion, I'm pulled against Zayn's front, my hands are placed gently on his chest, while his are placed on my waist tightly. He peppers deadly kisses along my neck, and I throw my head to the side, letting him more access.

A small moan escapes my lips, when Zayn sucks on the spot under my ear. "H-Harry is in the kitchen, Zayn stop."

Zayn sends me a glare, and he lets go of me. I fall back on the couch, and fix my dress. I run my hands through my hair, and I could've sworn I saw him biting his lips.

"So, what do you wanna talk about?" Zayn brushes away a strand of hair, that fell on his forehead, then he crosses his arms.

I shrug mumbling, "I don't know.."