Opposites

f o r t y - n i n e

•Song for the chapter: fOoL fOr YoU - ZAYN

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Melody

Feeling something on my nose, I wrinkle it vigorously. I mumble incoherent words trying to flip over to the side with my eyes still closed, but I can't move since it seems to be something heavy on me.

"Melody, get up." I hear someone saying.

"Mel, get up." The person repea—wait—Zayn repeats.

"Go away, Zayn." I groan, pushing his hand away while setting a pillow on my face. I smile though when his familiar strong scent fills up my nose.

"I have something important to tell you, c'mon Mel." He whines, throwing away the pillow.

Groaning again, I let my eyes stay closed. "M'tired."

I feel Zayn nibbling on my exposed neck—his scruff making my skin itchy—and his hand slips slowly under my shirt while rubbing gently on my stomach.

"Now, are you going to get up or what?" Zayn whispers in my ear, kissing my jaw.

I sigh contently, my hand playing with his messy quiff. My eyes finally flutter open, a pair of hazel ones welcoming me.

Zayn grins smugly in victory. "Morning beauty."

My heart flutters, a grin replacing my annoyed frown. "Morning."

"I'm making breakfast, so you better move that pretty arse of yours and get up. There's something important I have to tell you." He plops his elbow, leaning down and kissing me on the lips.

How I wish he can stay like that.

"Okay." I say chuckling. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, Zayn."

Zayn laughs. That beautiful laugh. This boy is a work of art, I swear.

I pull the duvet off of me, but Zayn grips my wrist before I get up from the bed, and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Let me talk first." He looks serious, so it's definitely something serious.

Nodding, I return back to the bed and sit criss crossed, waiting for him to talk. A full minute passes until he finally opens his mouth to talk.

"After all that happened—to me and to you, to both of us—I realized that you are something, Melody, you are something to me. You mean something. Something...important. Yeah, yeah you're um—important to me. And I realized that I'm willing to try, Mel. I don't want you to slip away from me, because I know I'll regret it later. I'm willing to try." He takes a breath. "The truth is, yes, you were right. I do like you, I feel something towards you." Zayn then shakes his head, murmuring. "Gosh, that was so hard to say."

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

My mouth is wide open along with my eyes, wanting to scream, but not being able to. It feels like I'm glued to the mattress, while my heart races speedily as if I'm on a damn treadmill. He finally said it. Zayn confessed he has feelings for me. He actually said he likes me. I was not expecting that. Not now. Not from Zayn.

My palms sweat, with my breathing becoming accelerated.

Surprising myself and Zayn, I charge on him like a tiger would do to a deer, and attack his face with kisses. His hands grip my waist for balancing me, and my legs fall on his sides ; straddling him. I kiss him hard, while he tries to take a breath and kisses me at the same time.