Opposites

f o r t y - t h r e e

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Melody

"Yeah, and then they said that I'm going to be an opening act for some band!" I grin following Harry around in the kitchen. "Can you believe it?!"

Harry flips a pancake, offering me a smile. "That's amazing, babe,"

"I know, right!" Exclaiming, I say, "I'm buzzing, Harry!"

Harry ignores my last statement by sending me a glare. "Didn't I tell you to rest, Mel?" He sighs.

"But, I'm fine now." I frown. When I see him still glaring at me, I groan loudly while rolling my eyes. "I swear I'm feeling better,"

"Are you sure?" He looks at me seriously, with concern written all over his face.

"Yes Harry," I sigh. "It was only a fever, nothing serious."

"Fine, then take a seat while I finish these." He says, referring to the pancakes he's making.

Smiling to myself, I plop down on the chair and drink a sip from the fresh orange juice that Harry served me a while ago.

"Harry?" I frown.

"Yes love?"

"Do you think Mom and Dad are proud of me?"

Harry stops placing the plates on the table slowly, and looking directly into my eyes. Harry seems a bit surprised when I ask the question. He puts down the last plate, clearing his throat and approaching me.

"Of course sweetheart, of course they are." He rubs my lower back, pecking my forehead. "They're looking down at you, and they are so, so proud of you. I know it."

I smile genuinely, not letting one tear to tumble down. "Are you proud of me, though?"

"Me?" Harry points to his chest, running his fingers through his hair that is getting longer and longer with each passing day. "Oh darling, I'm the one who's proud of you. This is only the beginning for you, you were born to shine. And you will. You're gonna blow the world up! I'm so proud of you." Harry pulls me into a bone-crushing hug.

I try hugging him back by wrapping my arms around his waist, my head being placed against his chest. "I love you." I blurt.

I feel Harry taking a deep shaky breath, then pulling back from the embrace. He holds my head with his hands, looking intently at me. I notice his eyes glistening with tears, which makes me frown deeply, studying his whole features.

"I love you more. But—" Another shaky breath is exhaled by him. "You need to know something.."

I nod to let him continue.

"I'm—"

Harry leaves me confused in my place when we hear a loud grumpy groan coming from a familiar person.

I have to know what Harry wanted to say.

We both turn our heads to find Louis entering the kitchen, still groaning while holding his head and massaging his temples.