Opposites

t h i r t y - s i x

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"I just wanna know how I can save me, even if these three words choke and take me, baby I love you." ~ Little Mix - I Love You

Melody

The blinding light of the sun hits me right in my eyes, and I shut them quickly. I yawn into my hand lazily, then feel something– someone against me. I turn my head slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of a snoring Zayn behind me. A stupid smile makes its way to my lips, yesterday's memories flooding my mind. I sigh dreamily, looking down at Zayn's hand that's wrapped loosely around my waist. I turn around fully, being careful not to wake him up, until I'm completely facing him. Our chests are touching, his breath hitting my face everytime he exhales. Zayn's mouth is open a little, his eyes closed peacefully. My hand touches his jaw delicately, like it's some fragile item you don't want to break. God, he's beautiful. His sharp jaw, his full lips, his long eyelashes, him. Just him.

While mindlessly tracing over his tattoos, Zayn stirrs under my touch then his eyes flutter open. I smile, "Good morning."

Zayn replies groggily, "G'morning."

"How did you sleep?" I ask him, my hand still tracing his wings tattoo. Zayn stretches out his hands, his back arching off the bed a bit, then he turns to me again with a smile. "Good, you?"

I nod mumbling a 'me too', then staring at him silently. He stares back, blinking every so often, then his eyes glance down. I stare at his lips as well, until he leans more toward me and kissing me gently. Our lips move against each other very slowly, our bodies heating up in the process. Zayn pulls back taking a breath, then pecking my lips after. I smile against his lips mumbling, "We should probably get up before Liam and Niall notice you've been here since last night."

Zayn laughs halfheartedly, "Right, we don't want to stay in bed all day."

Zayn jumps off of the bed, wearing his shirt, me trailing behind him as we get out of the room and getting downstairs. As we reach up the doorway of the kitchen, we both stop in our tracks. Oh god, no. My mornings always have to be ruined.

"She needs to understand that–"

I cut Harry off immediately, "Understand what?" With crossed arms, I move forward but to my surprise, Zayn grips my wrist stopping me from walking toward Harry, Liam and Niall in the kitchen. Harry turns around in a flash at the sound of my voice.

"Melody," He breathes, I notice his glossy eyes when I lock mine with his.

"Did you cancel the flight?" I ask calmly.

"I– no. It's taking off in two hours, we have to go."

Zayn's grip tightens around my wrist. "No, you're going to cancel that flight. I'm not going, Harry."

His voice starts to rise, "This is between us Melody, we shouldn't talk about it here. Let's go." Harry strides forward, taking ahold of my forearm.

"Leave her," Zayn says, glaring at Harry.

And it's like hell broke loose.

"It's all your fucking fault anyways! Ever since you walked into our life, she's been misbehaving, lying and acting..different!" Harry screams.