monophobia || h.s

twenty two.

For the remainder of the day Melody was mainly quiet, not really having to say. The news really was still hitting her and she still didn't really know how to react. They had spent at least twenty minutes in the cold with Melody crying and trying to get out words that kept getting caught in her throat. And although Harry would never let Melody know, he had let a few tears slide down his face. If he had let her known it would've broken her heart even more.

Mainly Melody had been attached to him the whole night. Whether she was holding his hand when he was make tea in the kitchen, or they were cuddling on the couch, wherever he was going she went because she didn't really know how much longer she'd get to hold him for. Well, four days actually.

It wasn't enough time but no time would be enough time.

In hopes that just maybe Melody could prolong Harry leaving she was doing just simple stuff. Like whenever he would pack, every time he turned around to grab another article of clothing she would take one out of his suitcase. Or she would maybe hide some of his more important clothes like a dress shirt or his favorite boots (which were extremely worn down to the point of not functioning). But of course, that wasn't working.

And now they were left with only four days to all all the cuddling, hugging and especially kissing they could do. But it just wasn't enough time. There was still so much left to do, so many more couple things and activities they had to fulfill. They hadn't built a fort, or kiss under the mistletoe, or share a New Year's kiss, and she hadn't ever gotten to tackle him in the snow where they would fall and she would plant kisses to his rosy cheeks.

By the time he would get back, it'd already be the New Year and the mistletoe would be long gone and all the snow would have melted turning into the dreaded England rain. She would be alone in the cold winter months when she needed him most to keep her warm.

Right now, she was cold. Not because Harry wasn't there, he was literally in the same room as her, it was just a very cold day in her very cold apartment. Harry was packing and Melody was watching him, she wasn't messing with his stuff anymore, she gave that up when he started grabbing two shirts at once and Melody did not feel like pulling out two shirts from his suitcase. Shirts would run low rather quickly if she played that game.

"I'm gonna miss you a lot." She said quietly. She had been saying all of these small things hoping two things, one that i would be enough for him to stay but also at the same time not enough. She couldn't hold him back, she just couldn't.

He stopped packing for a second before moving to sit on the bed next to her.

"I know." It wasn't enough. Two things weren't enough. What she said wasn't enough to get him to stay and what he said wasn't enough to completely relieve her. Only half way.

So she just sighed and he just sighed back and continued his packing, after he gave her a kiss of course.

Ever so quickly the days ticked by, counting from four to three to two and then to one. And it was very late in the A.M when Melody was still awake and Harry was leaving tomorrow, well technically today and she was beyond restless. Her eyes wouldn't close no matter how much she huddled closer to Harry or cuddle more into the blankets.

They say your mind thinks over three thousand thoughts every day, and somehow magically for Melody, majority of them were being thought right then. Not so surprisingly all were connecting to the boy she loved so much but had no idea.

Every thought was terrifying her. Would she stop loving him within the time he was gone? Would long distance work? They said they'd try it but does long distance ever really work. Or the worst, would Harry find a better girl than her? It wasn't all that hard, Melody sure as hell didn't think she was anything special, and definitely not worthy or Harry.