That morning, Melody woke up to a whole extra half of the bed to herself. This was extremely unusual and confused her at first until the only thing that she could think about was how cold her feet were. Finally mustering up the power to pull her body out of her bed, moving over to her dresser to pull out a pair of socks, her mind went back to Harry.
Even though she knew he wasn't in her room, she still looked around it, as if he magically appeared back into her room. After putting on a pair of fuzzy socks with little skiing cats all over them, she walked out of her room and headed towards the bathroom.
As she was making her way there, she saw Harry in the kitchen, cooking what had to be bacon by the well known smell. It was really overpowering, more than just the normal few strips, more like a few pigs.
"What did you murder a pig and have to get rid of the remains?" Melody asked, taking a seat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar.
Harry just lightly chuckled, still looking down at his cooking. "No, but do you want some food."
"Is that a question that needs to be asked?" Melody asked back, a grin on her face.
And when she was sitting there at eight-thirty in the morning with a giant grin on her on her face because of the amazing boy in front of her, she could barely remember how she was only a mere month ago. A month ago she would have been waking up feeling cold all over instead of just her feet, making terrible coffee for herself instead of someone making her breakfast. She would have woken up and her first thought would have been 'How much of a burden will this day be?' instead she thought, 'Where's Harry?'. Harry. The boy who caused all of these changes, the boy who made her so much happier. So much more her.
Harry set the plate in front of her, and if this were any other morning, she would have just begun to eat. But this, this was different. On the plate there was a cute little smiley face pancake and from little bits and pieces of broken up bacon, Harry had spelled out a question.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
When Melody looked up at Harry he had possibly the cutest smile on his face that could end world hunger and all the wars.
"Well, will you?"
"Are you kidding me? Of course I will." She said as she stood up from her stool to walk over to Harry. He pulled her into his arms embracing her in a tight hug, which she more than gladly returned.
It was truly the most dorky way anyone had asked her to be their girlfriend. In fact almost every time someone has asked her, they were just sitting and talking and then they would ask. She didn't know why she made Harry go through all the trouble of the chivalrous act. In all honesty if he had asked her again today and said just as sincerely as he usually speaks, she would say yes in a heart beat. But being asked through bacon was way cooler.
"Cool." He said quietly, resting his chin on the top of her head, a goofy smile still on his face probably.
* * *
As the day went on, Melody didn't really pay attention to any of her lessons in any of her classes. Her mind was as far away as a whole other galaxy. A bright and colorful one, her mind was stirring with the best thoughts she's had in a while, it was the best thing she's experienced in a while.
To Harry:
Are we gonna make it facebook official?
Yes, Melody was being a horrible student by not paying attention and instead texting her boyfriend. Her boyfriend.
From Harry:
Arent't you in class???
To Harry:
Maybe but this is r e a l l y important
From Harry:
You should be paying attention
Melody just rolled her eyes (in a loving way of course because it was her boyfriend scolding her). She sighed and began to type put her next text.
To Harry:
and shouldn't you be paying attention to my question?
Usually Harry would take no time to respond to text messages, but after minutes passed and her message was left read, she gave up but still didn't pay attention to the lecture of course. Instead she gave up on holding back drawing little hearts in her notebook that said 'M + H' in them.
* * *
It used to be that night time was Melody's least favorite part of everyday. It always used to mean that she was returning home, which meant being alone, which meant she wouldn't be able to do anything besides sit in one spot shaking from the fears in her head.
Sometimes if she was feeling so alone and couldn't handle the silence that nothing could fill, she would go to a club. Try her hardest to not return home. Disgusting guys drenched in sweat and the smell of whisky would always bother her. They would shout to talk to her over the deafening music (that wasn't even her prefered genre) playing loudly from the speakers. But the thing was, that room was obnoxiously loud but it didn't come close to the noise in the emptiness of her apartment.
But now everything was different. There was a curly haired boy across the hall from her who went from stranger, to acquaintance, to friend, to boyfriend all in a month. Now she loved returning back to the apartment building that screamed 'I'm a college student and desperately need somewhere cheap to live'. Or at least that's what the building would scream to everyone else. To her it shouted 'Harry', but really because of Harry it screamed 'Home'.
"I don't really know anything about how your home life was." Harry said, pulling the mug filled with tea away from his mouth. Ever since they really started spending time together, Harry had gotten her into the habit of drinking tea. "It has less caffeine, which is good because then you're less likely to get addicted to caffeine." Harry would debate. Although it wasn't much of a debate, since first of all, Melody was already addicted to caffeine, and she didn't need to stay awake for most of the night, well not with Harry in her life.
Melody looked down at the blanket covering her legs. She was trying to sort out her thoughts in order to word her home life in the best way possible. But unfortunately that was impossible so, really, it was easier to just blurt it out.
"When I was a kid, my parents got a divorce because my dad had been cheating on my mom. So like a lot of my childhood was me moving back and forth between my parents houses. I would live with a mom so involved to her job she knew how her office looked more than her own daughter." Melody let out a dry pathetic laugh to her own situation. Not even risking making eye contact with Harry. "And my dad, he paid a little attention to me. But really it was just... awkward. After their divorce he took no time to get remarried. To the woman he cheated on my mom with."
Harry just looked at her really concerned but not (completely) because of what she had just shared but because of how she shared it. When most people talk about their broken home there is for sure a tear or few, but Melody chuckled. Sure it was just her laughing at how terrible it was, but none the less a laugh. She talked about her pain as if she was merely reading a fact from a history textbook.
But he didn't know how to react other than nodding his head and taking a sip of his tea and letting the night go on as they would talk about lighter subjects but all of it would still weigh heavy in his mind.
wow i havent updated since last year guys !!!
ok sorry but i had to make that joke
anyways happy 2016, hope its a thousand times better than last year and thank you to all who read/vote/comment its very appreciated
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