OPPOSITES IS NOW AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK & eBOOK ON ALL AMAZON.COM PLATFORMS !! Due to it finally being paperback-published, I decided to delete the last chapter. I'm sorry, I hope you understand!
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"I hate dancing with all my heart."
"I hate dancing...
I sigh loudly and exaggeratedly, as I exit from the Instagram app, then lock my phone and place it down on the couch.
I can't rip his image from my mind. God dammit.
The way he turned around completely, staring at me with his hard-looking eyes, then continuing to walk like there was nothing wrong, has got me on fire inside. I was mad yesterday when I saw him.
Harry had asked me to pick Louis up from his soccer match, and when I exited the flat, Zayn was just leaving his flat as well.
If we weren't in this situation right now, I would've called it fate. But no. It was a coincidence.
Everything was going perfectly fine, (well maybe it wasn't) until I saw him.
It was not pleasant at all. I don't know why I expected him or me, to walk up to each other, to say a small greeting, or even say anything, really. But neither of us did, which was also expected.
I just really want him to sit alone, by himself, and figure things out. Figure us out. Where do we stand? What are we? Are we friends? Are we more? I know that all of these questions will remain unanswered, until Zayn comes and talks it out with me. Because obviously I'm the one who knows what are my true feelings toward him.
I groan when the faint sound of the doorbell makes my head pound. Still grumbling incoherent words under my breath, I get up from my comfortable position.
When I reach the front door, Harry has already beat me to it, as he twists the doorknob and the door opens, making a squeaky noise.
Since Harry's blocking the view with his fit, long form, I can't see who's at the door. But I notice how Harry's grip on the doorknob tightens, and his back muscles tense.
With furrowed eyebrows, I try standing on my tiptoes.
"Raymond." Harry greets, letting out a breath.
Raymond?! As in Uncle Raymond?!
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Harry moves to the side, his eyes hardening when he notices me behind him. My eyes leave Harry's though, as they fall on Uncle Raymond. His slightly gray hair and beard, make me gaze and wonder how old he's got. His dark brown eyes pierce right back into mine, with his plump lips snickering up into a sly smile. He's wearing loose black sweatpants, and a tropical flannel on top. Yikes, bad fashion taste. Same old Uncle Raymond.
"Melody!
My judgmental thoughts get immediately interrupted, when I push myself forward, colliding into his chest, hugging him tightly.
"You're all grown up now!" Uncle Raymond beams down at me.
I blush vaguely, and smile shyly back in a silent reply.
