Opposites

t w e n t y - s i x

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Melody

I repeat with a firmer tone, "Why are you always slamming me against things?"

Zayn shrugs, "Because I like it."

I huff rolling my eyes, "Get off, Zayn." I try to look anywhere but his eyes.

"What if I don't?" Zayn challenges which makes me huff again. Why is he being like this? Is this his new way of apologizing?

Zayn tries to get closer and to meet my lips in a kiss. I turn my head to the side, breaking the kiss that was about to happen. He really thinks he can say shit to me, then kiss me afterwards? I keep my head on the side, while he breathes heavily on my exposed neck.

"Look I-"

I feel the door behind me slightly opening, I wide my eyes, squealing, and my arms automatically wrap around Zayn's neck, clinging into him for dear life. My chest collides with his, and then the door opens fully.

"Are you two snogging against the door?"

I turn around at the voice of Louis, and he scrunches his face in disgust. I curse quietly, "Shit."

"Uh, no, I was just leaning against the door. Zayn was about to leave anyways." I say glancing at Zayn quickly, then untangling myself from his body.

"No, I wasn't leaving. I need to talk to you." Zayn furrows his eyebrows, and crosses his arms together.

I shake my head, walking inside, past Louis and into the living room. I hear heavy footsteps behind me, and I hope they belong to Louis. But boy, was I mistaken.

Zayn's lips form a straight line, as he glares at me.

"Please leave." I tell him, while I sit down on the couch.

"But, we need to talk. Listen to me-"

"I don't want to listen to you!" I raise my hands in the air dramatically, and look up at him with wide eyes.

"Just let me fucking talk!" Zayn's vein pop up on his neck, and I flinch a bit at his loud tone.

I stay quiet and wait for him to talk. He begins, "When I said that-"

Louis comes into the room just when Zayn began to speak. Louis takes a seat on the couch beside me, and smiles saying, "What are you two talking about?"

"For fuck's sake!" Zayn groans loudly. Louis snorts, which makes Zayn send a glare towards him.

I feel the tension rising so I ask Zayn quietly, "Just leave Zayn, please."

"This discussion isn't over, Styles." He gives me one last cold glare, and turns on his heel. When I hear the front door slamming loudly, I let out a sigh.

"What was that about?" Louis asks me.

"Can we not talk about it." I snap at him, but regret it seconds after. I mumble, "Sorry."