Opposites

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

Melody

"So today's Valentine's day.." I trail off, playing with Zayn's knuckles. He shifts awkwardly behind me, then relaxing again. He hums, "Yeah."

Zayn and I are seated on his couch, me between his legs while his fingers run through my hair soothingly, every now and then. He has decided to —apparently— cancel all of his art works so we can spend the day together, and I think that's actually sweet and I couldn't really be more in love with this guy.

I'm still a bit shaken up after what happened yesterday, but Zayn kept reassuring me that James won't lay a finger on me ever again. I trust him on that, but I really hope he'll stick to his promise and stops taking drugs.

Zayn mumbles, "My dad left on Valentine's day."

My mouth forms and 'o' shape, not saying a word, just letting him continue. And as if he's been reading my mind, he answers the question I was about to ask.

"It's been 8 years."

"Oh," I turn around in my position. "I'm sorry." I say lowly, a frown etched to my face. What kind of a father leaves his 13 year old boy and his wife of god knows how many years of marriage, alone?

Zayn shrugs me off, leaning backwards until his back is against the pillows. I fiddle with Zayn's necklace on his chest, then look up at him with a sigh. Should I go for it? I can do it, I can say that I love him. Yeah I can do that.

I take a deep breath and—

"I'm gonna take a shower," Zayn gets up from the couch hurriedly, heading straight towards the hallway. I sit there confused, staring at the empty place Zayn was sitting on. Another sigh slips through my lips, how am I going to tell him now? It's getting harder for me, and there are times where he does sweet things and I just wanna shout I love you's at him so badly. Groaning, I lay down on the couch, when my phone buzzes.

•Louis changed the subject to "Harry's a frog🐸"
•Harry sent a voice message @ "Harry's a frog🐸"
•Harry changed the subject to "Louis' a hedgehog."

I snort at the change of titles, and play the voice message that Harry sent.

"Am not a frog you arse," says Harry.

I chuckle then type in a text.

Me: You guys are weird

Louis: hey mel

Me: hey

Harry: Where are you Melody?

I roll my eyes annoyingly at Harry's last text. Why does he have to know my every step? He keeps following and nagging on me every single day. And ever since he cancelled the flight to LA, he's been watching me like a damn hawk. After a lot of thinking, I finally reply.

Me: I'm at Liam's and Ni, we've got some training to do.

Harry: hm, okay. Don't be late, we have guests over dinner tonight.

Sighing again, I wonder who are the guests that Harry brought this time. As if I'm up for dinner with guests, I really am not that social anymore.