Opposites

t w e n t y - t w o

Melody

I rub at my forehead, huffing. I've been here for at least ten minutes now. I don't want to go back and have to sit next to Zayn, I've never been touched this way. And the thought that he thinks it's acceptable to touch me whenever and wherever he wants, makes me nauseous. If Zayn thinks I'm one of those girls that he plays around with, then he's definitely wrong about that.

I hear footsteps nearing the living room, so I silently pray it isn't Zayn. But when I hear the oh so familiar boots tap, I immediately know it's Harry.

I turn around to meet his concerned face.

"Hey, you alright? Why did you leave dinner?" He asks as he approaches me.

"I wasn't feeling well." I lie through my teeth. I can't tell him, that Zayn touched me like that. If I tell him, he would kill Zayn right away, literally.

"Go upstairs, and rest. I'll make you tea, so you just lay down and relax—"

I reassure him with a smile, "I'm fine now, Harry. Don't worry."

"Okay, if you say so." He sighs giving me a peck on the forehead. "Can you please help me collect the dishes from inside?

I gulp down at Harry's simple request, meaning that I will face Zayn now. I make my way as slowly as I can to the kitchen, to see Zayn looking down at his phone, when he notices me he quickly locks it and gazes at me. I ignore him, and begin to collect the plates off the table. When I lean down to hold Zayn's plate, he grips my wrist tightly. "I'm sorry."

To be honest, I'm a bit startled by his apology. Still ignoring him, I try to pry off his tough hand off of my wrist. But I surely fail. Groaning, I bite my lip irritated, is he serious now? "Let go," I say through my gritted teeth. He surprisingly leaves my wrist and locks his eyes with mine.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He sighs.

"Well, you did."

"You enjoyed it." Zayn replies back with a straight face, no smirk etched to his face whatsoever.

My pulse quickens, and my cheeks flame as they become a deep shade of pink. I shake my head, running back to the sink. I place the plates down in the sink, and Harry shows up when he hears my movements.

He bites his lips, "Why do you look like you've been sitting in the oven?" He laughs.

My cheeks become even redder than they already are and with a groan, I mumble down a small 'I donno'. I return back to the table, and this time Zayn is standing with his arms crossed as he burns holes to the side of my head. I bend down and grip the two half-bottles of beer with one hand, and turn around to be faced with Zayn's chest. With furrowed eyebrows, I back away until my bum is against the edge of the table. Zayn corners me.

"I'm sorry." He states with narrowed eyes.

I tell him calmly, "Zayn, move." My eyes move nervously to Harry's form.

He shakes his head, but when he hears Harry's footsteps, he backs away completely. I stand in my spot blankly.

"Melody, lead Zayn to the bathroom. I'll clean around here." Harry says casually.

My eyes widen, "Why can't you do that?"

Harry gives me a stern look, which makes me give up, I won't win this conversation anyways.

"Follow me," I mumble to Zayn, placing down the beer on the table and approaching the staircase. I glare at him quickly, while he just smirks as he storms upstairs.