Opposites

t h i r t y - t h r e e

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Melody

Harry's eyes widen, "You're - what? Wait, what?!" He asks in bewilderment.

I grin running toward him, I hold his head with both of my hands, while he still stares at me with wide eyes. "I'm in love Harry. Everything's brighter, everything's better."

I kiss his left cheek, and sigh happily running to the kitchen, doing one of my ballet turns in the process and open the fridge. "I'm in love. Love, love, love!" I sing as I laugh loudly, with my heart still pumping rapidly.

I take out an apple, and bite down my first bite. I notice Harry standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

"He's so amazing, Harry. He's- he's adorable, he's sweet even though he can be a bit mean sometimes, but I love him so–"

"Melody–

"–much. I just can't help but love him, I gave in to my feelings and-"

"Melody!" Harry shouts.

I jolt at his tone, and gulp down.

"Who are you blabbering about? Who are you in love with?" Harry snaps, demanding an answer.

My lips break into a smile again, as I remember his soft black hair. His hazel, glowing eyes. His scent that smells like aftershave, cigarettes, and mint all together. His confidence. His attitude. His humor, and personality. That sculptured strong jaw of his, his astonishing tattoos, and his adorable smile. And not to forget his laugh ; music to my ears.

"Zayn. I'm in love with Zayn."

I watch Harry's reaction closely. His face looks completely blank, but his eyes are a completely different thing. They're glistening with tears, but he blinks and they disappear. He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, they look pained. I approach him, "I'm happy, Harry."

"But I-" His voice breaks but he continues nonetheless, "I don't want to lose you."

I furrow my eyebrows, my hand touching his cheekbone. He relaxes at my touch, and leans in to my hand. "What are you talking about? You're not gonna lose me, Haz. Never."

I give him a small smile, but he doesn't return it. I sigh, "Let me see that smile of yours. I'm in love Harry, you should be happy for me."

Harry finally forces a smile, "I..am. But, I don't know if Zayn's the right guy for you. What if he hurts you-"

"I didn't tell him yet." I frown.

"Why?" Harry automatically asks. "You should, though."

"I don't know if he likes me back, let alone love me."

Now that I think about it, I'm not sure if Zayn even likes me. Oh god, what am I going to do? What if he doesn't think about me like the way I think about him, or miss me the way I do, or love me the way I do now. But I have to think positively, maybe he likes me. Those kisses have to mean at least something. My mind wanders to my countless lies. What if he finds out about me dancing? My heart stops for a second at the thought. No, no, he can't find out because that would ruin everything. I can't risk him finding out about me dancing. I think about it for two more minutes, and come to a decision. I have to talk to Harry about this.