Opposites

t w e n t y - f o u r

•Song for the chapter : Ed Sheeran - Friends

Melody

Zayn hops up on the counter in the small bathroom, looking down at his hand. He clenches it then unclenches his fist, and I leave him to his thoughts as I kneel down and open the cabin, searching for the first aid kit. Rummaging around, I finally find it. I stand up again to face Zayn, and step slightly between his legs. My heart aches as I see his swollen knuckles, and the dried blood. I put clear water on a white cloth, and begin rinsing the blood. I notice Zayn wincing in pain, so I quickly move the cloth away and wrap his hand with a bandage.

"Thanks," Zayn says lowly.

I nod my head, closing the aid kit and returning it to the cabin. I exit the bathroom with Zayn behind me, and he enters his own room so I follow him hesitantly. He sits on the edge of the bed, while I stand awkwardly in the doorway. Zayn pats the spot next to him, and I take that as a sign to sit beside him. I fiddle with my hands to stop them from shaking, because of the events that occurred earlier.

"This day wasn't supposed to go like that," Zayn laughs lightly, probably to lift the mood up.

I giggle, "Yeah."

Zayn starts talking again, "Listen, uh, I'm sorry you had to go through that. I didn't know he would show up all of a sudden, if I knew, I wouldn't have told you to come over."

"Who is he?" I ask, out of curiosity.

Zayn tenses a bit, "He's..not a good guy to deal with. He threatened me, because I owe him money."

"Zayn, he can't threaten you like that! We can tell the police, we'll go and-"

"No!" Zayn widen his eyes, gripping my shoulders. "We can't tell anyone, just promise me you won't tell the police nor anyone."

"But, he threatened you! What if you'll get shot-"

"I'll be alright, just promise me." Zayn looks deeply in my eyes with sincerity.

"Okay," I sigh frowning, and giving in. He knows best in this situation, who am I to take decisions?

He sighs in relief leaving my shoulders, "Thank you."

I bite my lip in anticipation, the question lingering on my mind, dying to get out. "Zayn?"

"Hm?"

I gulp down, "Am I, just a neighbor to you?"

Zayn looks taken aback by my sudden question, as he averts his eyes to the floor.

"You're-"

"I want honesty Zayn." I say sternly and cross my arms together. My heart drums swiftly, awaiting for his answer.

"I didn't want you to get shot, Melody." He huffs irritatingly.

"The man left now, you can tell me. What am I to you?"

"We're friends." Zayn says gazing at the wall.

My mouth forms a small 'o'. "Friends? We're friends?" I laugh bitterly.

I stand from the bed, feeling the anger inside of me boiling. I look down at Zayn while he still averts his eyes, "No, we're not friends Zayn. Nor we have ever been. Friends just sleep in another bed, friends don't kiss and snuggle up. Friends, don't treat me like you. Friends, shouldn't kiss me like you do." My voice gets louder with every word I say.

Zayn rises to tower over me, "What are you trying to say?"

I shake my head looking up at him, "We're not friends. We could be more-"

Zayn laughs in my face, "We could be what? More? Melody, darling, I don't date. I don't do relationships. Get that to your head."

I blink back the tears, my lips trembling a little. I nod my head, sighing.

"Okay," I say in almost a whisper.

I turn on my heel, and exit his room. Zayn calls after me, "Where are you going?"

I snort bitterly, and keep walking, not looking back at him nor saying a word. When I get to the front door, I hear Zayn moving until he's in the hallway. I twist the knob and get outside to the fresh air.

"Wait, Melody I-"

I fake a smile and turn around to Zayn, "We're not friends, remember?"

But then again if we're not friends, someone else might love him too. And then again if we're not friends, there'd be nothing I can do.
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[a/n: sorry this is so short & crap, it's just a filler bc i start school tomorrow and i'm going to a new one, so I'm quite scared. Anyways, please vote & comment and I'll update hopefully next weekend. Byebye🙋🏼❤️]