Opposites

t h i r t y - f o u r

Melody

It's been two days. Two days since Harry decided to fly back to LA. Two complete days of him ignoring me, and glaring plus yelling at me whenever he got the chance to. And finally, two complete days since I last saw Zayn. I've been ignoring his calls, texts, and his presence. I can't face him, with everything happening around me, and talk to him normally. I can't.

Harry already booked our flight, and tomorrow we're heading back to Los Angeles. But, I already took care of that. I've made my decision, and I'm running away. I don't know where I'm gonna head, or who to run to, but I will. I packed all of my stuff, and hid the suitcase under my bed. I just have to wait until Harry and Louis are asleep and then I'll run.

I don't know if Harry will find me, stop me, or even let me go. It's not like I'm never gonna see him again, but I know that once he knows I'm missing, he'll cancel the flight then I can go back home.

I sigh. All of my thoughts are stressing me out right now, I can't think of anyone but Zayn.

When I hear the ringtone of my phone, my heartbeat speeds up, and I look down at Zayn's picture flashing on the screen. I frown, my vision becoming blurry a bit, then I turn off my phone.

Minutes later, a knock sounds on the door. I hurriedly get off the couch and check the kitchen then look up at the staircase. I tip toe to the front door, and creak it open a little. I yelp and my eyes widen, when Zayn comes to view, then I quit shut the door in his face. I look confusedly, since the door isn't closing. I then realize, Zayn's foot is forcing the door open.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Zayn says once he gets inside, and closes the door.

"Zayn, please leave." I panick, looking back and forth at the staircase.

"I will, once you give me an answer." His lips form a straight line.

"I need to shower now, leave Zayn." I sigh.

Zayn smirks, "I'll shower with you then."

My mouth falls and my reaction is horrific, "What?! Oh god,"

Zayn shrugs, "You know to save water,"

"Zayn leave pl–"

"Is there anyone at the door, Melody?!" Louis shouts from upstairs.

My pulse picks up, "No, n-no one!" I yell back.

"You have to leave Zayn," I frown, pleading Zayn with my eyes.

Zayn takes a breath and finally nods his head. A sigh of relief leaves my lips, and I hug him tightly, smelling all of his scent. I peck him softly on his lips, "I lo-" I correct myself, "I'll see you later." I force a smile, then Zayn leans down and pecks my lips as well.

"Alright," He says gently.

Zayn turns around then gets out of the house. My back hits the door, and new fresh tears escape my eyes.

When I hear loud footsteps coming down the stairs, I quickly wipe my tears with the back of my hand and when I notcie it's Harry, I look down at the floor and back away from the door. I look back up when all I hear is silence, and Harry isn't standing there anymore. He walked straight passed me. He's still ignoring me, and it hurts like hell.

I drag myself to the kitchen, to try to talk to Harry one more and last time. I stand against the wall, while Harry is bent down to grab something from the fridge. Once he turns around, he doesn't even give me a glance, like I'm not standing in front of him. He opens the can of Coke, and gulps down the cold liquid.

I clear my throat, "Harry, can we talk about this again?"

He stays silent.

"Harry.."