Opposites

t w e n t y - s e v e n

(Follow my manip acc on IG : manipstbh, i follow back!! Xx)

Melody

My eyes flutter open slowly, a yawn escaping my mouth as I turn to the side to find the other side empty. Harry is probably downstairs. I blink a couple times, then take my phone from the bedside table. I notice 3 missed calls from Niall, which makes me sit up quickly. How did I forget, dammit. I unlock my phone and get to my contacts, then dial Niall immediately.

I rub my eyes, and Niall answers on the second ring.

"Hello?" Niall speaks.

"G'morning." I reply back groggily.

He sighs, "Well, it's about time young lady."

I frown. "I'm sorry, Ni. Something popped up yesterday and I couldn't call you. Is it urgent?" I wonder what he wants to tell me, that it's that important.

"It's fine. I know this is big for you, but we need to fly to Chicago." Niall says, and I furrow my eyebrows.

"You and Liam?"

"No. I believe it's me, Liam, Harry and you." Niall informs me, the crease between my forehead becomes bigger as I still am confused.

Niall explains further, "You have an interview, plus a photoshoot. I understand, that you never tried this before, but I'm sorry Mel. This is the life of a star, a dancer in your case."

"How am I going to do an interview! And a photoshoot?! Niall, I don't know-"

"S'alright Melody, we'll explain on the way there. All you have to know now that, you have to be at the airport 8 a.m sharp tomorrow. We're staying at a hotel for a week, see ya." I hear Niall's rushed words, and then the beep of the phone, and I put it down with my hands slightly trembling.

I look down at my clothes, seeing them the same as yesterday, my confusion fades away when flashbacks of last night come flooding back to my mind. I sigh, getting off the bed and exiting Harry's room then going to the bathroom in the hallway. After I wash my face and brush my teeth, I tame my messy hair and tie it in a ponytail. I go downstairs, and on my way, I hear voices speaking in the kitchen that probably belong to Harry and Louis.

Before I enter the kitchen, I see a glimpse of a specific and a special tattoo. Definitely not Harry nor Louis. I then notice it's Zayn, and so as quiet as I can, I turn around to walk back upstairs.

"Mel!"

I groan quietly, and turn back around to face Harry. His bloodshot - puffy eyes, make my heart leap in my chest, and I take a mental note to talk to him about what happened yesterday. I sigh walking towards him into the kitchen, and get greeted with a kiss on my cheek by him, and a nod from Zayn.

I stare at Zayn for a good 5 seconds, then turn to Harry. "I need to speak to you." I tell him very lowly.

"We'll talk later, Zayn's here to speak to you too. So I'll leave you two alone now." Harry nods at Zayn, and leaves the kitchen.

"But Harry, it's important!" I call after him, but he shrugs me off.

I pout slightly, with crossed arms, then Zayn startles me. "Can I talk now?"