monophobia || h.s

nineteen.

That night as Melody drifted off to sleep, rested and snuggled up in Harry's arms happier than ever, Harry couldn't bring himself to sleep. His eyes wouldn't stay closed and his mind wouldn't slow down from thinking about their conversation. The thought of it just made him so sad.

Because really, Melody was the best person to ever walk the earth and she didn't deserve anything bad but it still seemed to happen to her. And if Harry was being honest, it bugged him like crazy.

He just couldn't seem to grasp why it was Harry had grown up really happy and he had a really nice life and his life is still going great- even better since Melody came into it- but why Melody has just never been able to catch a break. The thought nearly drove him insane. so insane he was almost positive he wouldn't be getting any sleep that night.

Quietly he got out of the bed, managing to not wake up Melody in the process, and made his way to the kitchen. Putting a tea kettle on the stove and pulling out a tea packet, hoping that it would help him sleep, but he didn't really care if it didn't.
Why was she able to talk about her horrible home life so easily?
Why couldn't Harry just stop thinking about this?

He was almost 100% positive he hasn't been able to not sleep over something like this before. But he couldn't help but not think about it, he just cared for her so deeply, and cared about her happiness and her emotions, and her life and didn't understand why something so bad had to happen to her.

The tea kettle began to boil while Harry was lost in his own thoughts. He probably too slowly got up to take the kettle off the burner, because not too much longer Melody came quietly walking into the kitchen. Harry didn't even notice her though, because by the time she came out he was sitting back at the small table. His hands were lost somewhere in his mess of hair and he was either looking down at the table or the blackness behind his eyelids.

Either way, it was only once Melody was sitting across from him, he looked up.

"Why are you out here?" She asked, concerned but neutral at the same time.

Suddenly Harry felt so silly. He was stressing about her past and her struggles more than she was. If she wasn't bothered by it he shouldn't be right? After all, it was her childhood and not his. But that was ridiculous as well, she has spent basically god knows how many nights getting zero sleep and no one knew. Melody knew how to cover up her emotions too well, but just maybe not as well around him. So no, he wasn't silly for being stressed and caring about her childhood.

"How do I say this Melody? I know how to phrase basically anything but when it comes down to the point where I really need to, I can't." Now she looked slightly more concerned, her eyebrows turned up and she looked like a sad puppy. And Harry forgot he was stressed just for a moment because, damn, she was cute, and she was his girlfriend.

"Harry, just say what's literally on your mind."

"Why are you able to talk about your childhood so easily?" This seemed to take her aback slightly. But she quickly shrugged it off, literally, because that was the answer she gave. A shrug.

"It's the life I grew up with and adapted to. There was really no other childhood I knew. But if I'm being completely honest, I do think that my childhood was a huge factor in why I adapted the fear I have." Again, she said it so... plainly. Like she really didn't have any emotion on the topic. she said it as if it were like saying her name over and over.

"And why do you always say all this sad stuff as if it's... nothing?"

Shrug.

"Harry it's just how I grew up, but it's okay, really. My life right now is not my childhood anymore, I rarely talk to my parents, they send me checks so I can sustain a well functioning life and that's about it. And it's okay." Harry didn't like it but he had to accept it.

"But, Melody--"

"Harry, stop." She said moving from the chair across from him and instead sat in the one next to him, placing her hand on top of his. A small smile appeared on her lips. "Besides, I have you now."

A previous pout was now gone and replaced with a huge grin and he looked up to her, his eyes sparkling so much Melody wasn't sure if all the stars were in his eyes or not. And Harry he just couldn't contain the happiness the was feeling on the inside so he did the only thing that felt absolutely perfect, kiss her.

its narrowing down to the last few chapters guys!!