monophobia || h.s

fourteen.

Harry was on time (like always) to class that day. The seat he chose was next to the one that Melody always picked. But of course, she wasn't on time.

She walked in about twenty-five minutes into the lecture. Everyone ignored her showing up late because, well, when wasn't she late.

Like every other day, Melody picked her usual seat. She had debated on choosing a different seat not because she didn't want to sit next to Harry but because she knew he'd ask her questions about her feelings.

But of course she soon after realized he'd asked even more questions if she didn't sit with him.

So there the two were, except their roles had been switched.

In order for Melody to get her mind off Harry, she had begun taking notes on the lecture. She was really good at remembering stuff for the most part, but writing helped distract her from her own thoughts. So currently, her pen was flying across her paper, the words just legible enough so that you could somewhat read them.

But Harry had no intention of paying attention to the lecture. He couldn't when Melody wasn't here so he knew there was definitely no chance he could if she actually was here.

Their 'conversation' kept ringing through his head. Even though it was only him talking until she said they should get ready. He just wished she had told him something, anything. He already cared about her so deeply and the fact that they have slept in the same bed multiple times but he still doesn't know her favorite color says something to Harry.

He understands why she didn't open up to him but he just wishes she had. Of course they haven't known each other for all that long but acted so differently around her.

Even he didn't know how to describe it himself, it was such an uncommon thing for him to not have all his emotions in check. But whatever he felt with Melody was surely screwing up his organized feelings.

It wasn't noticeable or anything but of course he knew there was something different. Like, he was already a calm person before but with Melody it was a different type of calm. He would look into one persons eyes and he would feel like Harry but then he would look into Melody's eyes and he would feel like Harry. Everything just felt so right with her he just wanted her to feel the same.

Usually he was so accurate at reading people, it has always been something he's been good at. But when it came to her, he just didn't know.

Like, one second he'd think he gas it all sorted out, like after she kissed him and she smiled, but then she'll just flip it around like how she frowned moments later. He thought she had felt the exact same way as him and that he had it all figured out but then she took a U turn. It was like reading a book and turning the next page to find it blank.

But then she intertwined their fingers and pressed her forehead against his. Then he was more confused than ever and he just wanted answers.

He wanted to make sure that if she was going to feel comfortable telling anyone something it was him. But he just didn't know.

So now he was in his lecture, not listening to anything the professor was going on about, but instead focusing all his attention on Melody.

He didn't really know what he was hoping to get out of just studying her. Maybe so he could better read her like he can with everyone else. It wasn't going bad thus far. Little things about her were picked up during the lecture, like how was taking notes. She never took notes. Or how she showed up in just a dark gray shirt and light gray sweats, she usually had more planned out outfits. She had also been shaking her leg the whole class.

The usually cool, calm, and collect Melody wasn't present today.

She seemed so extremely focused on not paying any attention to Harry she was doing anything to distract her. Even if that included drawing little 3D boxes all over the margins of her notebook.

"Melody." Harry whispered, leaning closer to her. She didn't even look remotely his way. This made Harry pout. "Come on just please talk to me." He said, tone matching his pouting face.

"Harry, I'm trying to pay attention." She quickly replied, still not looking in his direction.

Because she said she was actually putting in real, solid effort, he knew she really was trying to avoid the subject at hand. So even though it drove Harry nuts that he wouldn't get any of the answers he wanted now, he still remained his calm self, because Harry knew that by the end of today they would end up in the same bed to sleep in.

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