Opposites

t h i r t y - n i n e

Melody

"Need some help?" I ask Harry the moment I enter the kitchen.

"No, thanks love."

I hum picking a cucumber from the salad bowl, Harry immediately slapping my hand away. I glare at him, eating the cucumber anyways.

"So, how do I look?" I ask him, twirling around.

"Cute, very cute." Harry smiles cheekily. I giggle, thanking him, and pecking his cheeks quickly then turning back around to retrieve my ringing phone from the counter. A stupid grin immediately forms on my lips, butterflies fluttering inside my stomach, when I read the contact's name.

"Was thinking about you," I say, twirling a loose strand of my hair.

Zayn's deep laugh makes me sigh dreamily. "Well, good evening to you too."

I laugh, jumping up on the counter and swinging my legs. "It's very weird that you're calling, what do you suddenly want?" I joke.

I can literally feel Zayn rolling his eyes, "Nothing, just wanted to know what you're up to tomorrow."

I smile against the phone, glancing briefly at Harry. He stares at me with an unreadable expression then avoids his gaze to the vegetables in front of him. Feeling uncomfortable talking with his presence, I leave the kitchen and walk slowly through the living room. I turn around quickly, feeling something behind me. With furrowed eyebrows, I turn back around when I see nothing/no one, in the hallways. I put the phone back against my ear.

"Are you asking me on a da—"

"No, can't friends hang out?" He snaps.

Oh.

My heart clenches, a frown replacing the grin that was there seconds ago. Right, friends.

Ignoring the ache inside of me, I clear my throat and answer his main question. "I've got nothing to do tomorrow, where'd you wanna go?"

Zayn hums, "I was thinking about just wandering around then we'll think of something to do. Does that sound okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll meet you tomorrow at noon then."

"Alright,"

I end the call, releasing a breath I didn't know I was even holding, and lean against the wall behind me. Why can't I be confident for once, and tell him how I feel about him? If someone would've heard me right now, they would've said that it's so easy to confess your feelings to the other person. But it's not. People don't understand what rejection can do to you. They don't understand that if you're gonna get rejected, then you're just done. There's nothing you can do about it anymore. People also tell you that rejection teaches you how to reject. But I don't want to reject or let the people I love to walk out of my life. Neither do I want to get rejected.