Opposites

t w e n t y - t h r e e

Melody

I run my fingers through my hair a couple times, and take a deep breath looking at my appearance in the mirror. A sleeveless black tank top adorns my upper bust, with denim shorts and black knee socks to go with the outfit. I lace the shoelace of my converse quickly, and take out my deep purple jacket, in case it got a bit chilly. I didn't put much makeup, just a bit of mascara and chose black lipstick for the day. God, I'm wearing a lot of black today. I take my keys and phone, then go downstairs. The house is empty, Harry's at work, and Louis said he has a football match.

With a sigh, I exit the flat and cross the street to get to Zayn's. I go to ring the doorbell, but I weirdly find the door half open. I furrow my eyebrows, getting inside and then shutting the door after me. I look around the living room ; everything seems normal. I just don't get why would Zayn leave his door open. I head to the kitchen, and get a glass from the cabin then fill it with water. I let the cold drink relax my sore throat, then put the glass down and return to the living room. I huff, where's Zayn? I sit down on the couch, maybe he's taking a shower. I groan rising from my seat, and biting my lips in nervousness. I decide to go to see if he's in his room. I approach the hallway, I feel bad for invading his privacy. Because, he did warn me that I shouldn't come to the hallway. But, he invited me here and he isn't even in the living room nor the kitchen. What other choice do I have?

As I walk more into the hallway, noises starts becoming louder. Specific noises ; yelling. I hear Zayn's voice which makes me walk faster, and I stop before he sees me. He's talking to someone, mostly yelling, and the other person has an intimidating voice. My knees wobble a bit, and I see Zayn's bedroom door opened, but only a bit. I stand between the gap of the door, and I can definitely see the scene in front of me. There's a man in here, his back is facing me, he has buzz-cut brown hair, wearing a navy shirt with black jeans. Zayn is standing across from him, so if he just gazes at the door, he'll see me right away. I notice Zayn's chest rising up and down, and his nose flared, with his arms at his side.

"I want them, Zayn!" The man roars. What does he want?

"I told you to give me damn time." Zayn says calmly, probably trying his best not to yell.

The unknown man continues to shout, "I gave you too much time, either you give them to me, or you'll have to face the consequences!"

Who is this man, and what does he want from Zayn? I watch as Zayn rubs his hands all over his face, irritated, he closes his eyes for a moment. And when they open, they suddenly land on me, his eyes almost bulge out and his mouth falls open. My heart drums loudly in my ribcage, Zayn flickers his eyes to the man then to me again. He slightly moves his head to the side, I furrow my eyebrows in confusion then mouth to him 'what'. He continues to do the same movement, what is he trying to say?

"What the fuck are you looking at?" The guy asks Zayn, everything happens so fast. Zayn shouts in my direction, "Go!" I wide my eyes backing away, my left foot steps on the shoelace of my right one and I shriek falling backwards on the floor. I hiss rubbing my back, and the door slams open harshly.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The guy smirks down at me. My lips tremble, backing away on my elbows.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He taps his pistol, that is locked around his waist. I gulp down, as he demands me to get up.

I slowly get up from the ground, he grips my forearm and pushes me inside of the room. I quickly galnce at Zayn, and bow my head right away.

"Who is this beautiful girl, Zayn?" He fake-smiles.

Zayn gives him a hard glare, not answering his question. The man stands right behind me, and my hands shake as my heart begins pounding. I feel a cold metal against the side of my head ; the gun. I let out a whimper as he asks Zayn again, "Who is she?"

"Leave.her.alone. She has nothing to do with this." Zayn says with a clenched jaw.

The man presses the gun harder and I flinch, a tear sliding down my cheek. "This is the last time, who is she?"

"My neighbor."

I feel a pang in my chest, am I just a neighbor to him? He only thinks of me as a neighbor.

"What's your name dear?" He whispers in my ear.

More tears come out as I reply, "M-Melody." Fear is the only emotion I'm feeling, and my breath becomes shaky and uneven.

He hums as he turns to Zayn again, "I want my money, Malik. And you're gonna get it, you have one week."

Zayn nods at him, still not looking at me, and the man gives him one last hard glare and exits the room, slamming the door loudly. A sob escapes my lips, and I back away against the wall. That was horrendous, I've never experienced something like that in my whole life. Who was that man? What money is he talking about? I take deep breaths, as Zayn paces back and forth directly in front of me.

He pulls on his hair in frustration, then turns to me. I quickly wipe away the damp tears with the back of my hand, and look at Zayn as he clenches his hand into a fist. I scream loudly, as Zayn's hand comes landing on the area of the wall next to my face, almost going through the wall. My mouth forms a big 'o' shape, as I try to stay calm.

"Fuck." Zayn hisses, his fist still placed on the wall. Zayn's chest is touching mine, and he leans even closer until his forehead is against mine and he's breathing heavily in my face.

He starts off, "I, I didn't -"

"Hey, i-it's fine." I say almost in a whisper, my hand trailing shakily on his cheekbone.

He frowns sighing, then I say, "Let's just get you cleaned up, and we'll talk about this later yeah?"
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