Opposites

f o r t y - o n e

Melody

Zayn stands completely frozen, staring down at me with terrified wide eyes. He blinks once, twice and shakes his head slowly, making my hand to fall down from his face.

My eyes begin to water when I realize that Zayn's reaction may ruin everything I've been trying to build.

"Y—You can't.." He continues to shake his head, his eyes looking back and forth between mine. "No.. You c—can't love me."

"Zayn," I speak more sternly than I intended to. "You have to give us a chance. I know you feel something for me, but you don't want to admit it."

I shakily grab his hands, slowly interlocking them together. I ignore the way he flinched, speaking again. "Just a little bit of your heart is all I want. Give in to your feelings, Zayn."

"You don't," He shakes his head. "—don't understand."

"What don't I understand? Talk to me, please." I squeeze both of his hands. My stomach keeps clenching and unclenching like there's a rock inside, and the lump in my throat keeps growing. I know I'll break soon enough.

A silence falls between us, making me regret even telling him about this. Another part of me is glad that I spilled everything, and got it off my shoulders, because it's been haunting me for weeks. I can conclude that Zayn is afraid, and lost. Or even confused. I can't blame him though. Plus, I didn't tell him about the bigger thing I'm hiding away from him. Zayn's reaction has been confusing so far, and I don't even want to imagine what it would be like when I'll tell him that I actually dance. If I want to start fresh and clean with him, I have to tell him about my dancing career. There's no way out if it, and I don't want him to find out from anyone else's mouth.

"Why me?"

I get horribly startled at his question. Why him? I haven't even thought about this question, until he brought it up now. There was a few of guys before him, even Louis, but not once did I love anyone like how I love Zayn.

"It's you, Zayn. It has always been you. I loose control around you. When you kiss me, when you hug and cuddle me. Just your touch. I can't seem to get enough of you. You're one of the most mysterious, gorgeous, way-too-honest, sweetest, men I've ever met in my whole life. Sure you can be a bit mean, rude and plain cold-hearted but I also like that about you. A lot. There was a connection between us from the very first day Zayn, and you know it. Or else you wouldn't have to put up with me, and hang around with me. Or even kiss me. You feel something for me, and I love you in a way that's wrecking me." I finish desperately. "Give us a try."

Zayn's lips part, trying to say something but not coming up with coherent words.

Finally, something slips from his lips after a while. He repeats it again since he was talking so lowly.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this." He says, his gaze falling down to the floor.